33 Days, 33 Posts: Day 26 - Is It Really Just One Week Away?

It occurs to me that if I can hold out for just one more week, just seven more days beyond today, I will have reached my goal. I might actually, err, pull this off.

My nuts feel like they're the size of grapefruits. I know, on an intellectual level, that there's really little effective difference between the quantity of pent-up, ummm, energy between seven days and twenty-six days. It's purely psychological, I know, to think that the quantity and force of the orgasm I have on the 3rd will be that much different that if I'd broken down on day eight and gone scrambling for the stash of porn.

But it's going to feel like it, whether it's true or not. I'm not sure what I'll do on that day. I'm not dating anyone, and I'm not exactly a pick-up artist so I can't just assume that I can go to a bar or club and pull. I'm trying really hard to get out of the habit of commercial sex (this stunt is part of that larger effort), so I'm not letting myself think in those terms. At least, not yet. But it seems like it would be a shame to, well, "waste" what is going to a monumental emission on the porcelain of my bath-tub. On the other hand, I feel like if I were to be getting a blowjob I'd be obligated to warn my partner that there may be an issue of, well, volume.

Yeah, a long, slow, sloppy blowjob would be the ideal way to celebrate my birthday...

-D