Hi folks! Sorry, but once I had recovered from the flu and were back in my daily working routine, there was nearly no more time for other activities like training my prostate, even less for working on my blog. So, let’s jump back to the present and to this wonderful saturday morning I had today. Despite the awful misty autumn weather outside with fog, darkness and continuous rain, I wouldn’t swap this morning for anything. It was already nine o’clock when my cellphone alarm woke me up. To some bird’s twittering and psychedelic sounds – so called pleasant awakening – I stretched and rolled on my stomach. “What about a little Aless?” I asked myself and in a sudden I felt a first unvoluntary muscle tension in my buttocks. “Oh, yes!” was my answer and I went on with my self-talk.
“Spread your legs” I heard my inner impatient and imperious voice (or should I better say my prostate?) commanding me. But I knew I only had to move my left leg aside and a little bit upwards, so my body would rotate a little to my right side and give my cock some space to move and grow. That was exactly, what the “Voice” wanted. As a reward first unvoluntary sphincter contractions and “hip-bumping-forward”-motions followed on foot. Furthermore I soon felt a little vibration in my prostate. It’s fascinating how fast I have learned to accurately locate my prostate and target it for treatment. My left thigh was now in a right angle to my body and my lower leg rested in parallel. This way my butt felt somewhat ready-to-receive and open, like waiting for a rigid member to be pushed into my rosebud. In my mind my whole hand went up my anal canal and grabbed my prostate, only pressing it gently with two fingers as to cockily teasing it. My prostate gratefully sent out warm shivers throughout my body and now fully took over command. In less than two minutes I found myself in sweet agony thrusting forward my hard-on. Visions of f*cking my wife while myself getting drilled from behind appeared and vanished. First dry orgasms shook my body bumping me forward to the matress. I grabbed the pillow and put it under my stomach what opened my buttocks a little wider and gave me another thrill. I felt even more helpless and exposed to my prostate. Again and again I grounded my fingers into the mattress, winding and twisting my body in lustfull bliss under the sweet violence of my gentle rapist. “F*uck me!* I repeatedly urged it to go on with it’s reprehensible doing. Like dry ejaculations my orgasms came over me one after the other, not shooting any load in a few seconds but with a feeling of a continuing dry ejaculation for not less than half a minute and with only one or two seconds in between. Sometimes when I felt exhausted the frenzy seemed to end, my body was calming down, but as soon as I catched my breath again the next wave of unsatiable lust took posession of me. After half an hour my first Super-O came up. Continuing dry orgasms felt as one and shook my whole body transcending into another level of consciousness. Like floating freely my body came to rest creating peace of mind and contentment. The next two or three Super-Os in the next hour could not really catch up with the first one, but it remained hard to get a grip of myself and coming to an end of this addictive prostate play and one and a half hours of sexual bliss. Nevertheless there was a big smile on my face when I looked into the mirror finally brushing my teeth.
Folks, I wish you lots of luck and happiness, and keep on playing with your gland!