33 Days, 33 Posts: Day 32 - My Nuts Are the Center of my World

Blue, blue, my balls are blue /
Blue are my balls, on day thirty-two.

(sung to the tune of "Love is Blue")

I can't even touch myself for any length of time. Washing myself in the shower gets me hard, and by the time I'm rinsing the soap off I feel like just dropping to my knees and getting it all over with.

The concept of blue balls is real enough (and you can't imagine how pleased I am to find it covered in Wikipedia). The belief that you could die from it is, of course, wrong. But don't ask me about that right now. Right now, I feel like I have more spooge in my sac than I've ever had before. I can't think straight. And I mean that literally-- I'm at a point where I'm truly equally interested in men or women. Which is to say, I'm so horny at this stage my only concern would be whether I find the person attractive or not. Plumbing is not an issue.

I know there is just the one day left. I know that I'm just so close to reaching my goal. But every nerve-ending I have is screaming out for a release. And tomorrow is Friday; most nights I've gotten home from work late-enough, been tired-enough, that I only worried and fretted on a mostly intellectual level. But tomorrow I'll have all evening to dwell on my plight. Tomorrow will be a long night.

-D