More on Rewiring

In all my blog writing and my memoir – novel I have referred to my rewiring many many times. I would have to say that rewiring is without a doubt the most transformative thing that has happened to me in my adult life. I had heard guys talk about it in the Aneros Forum when I first joined this site 8 years ago, but I didn’t really comprehend what it would mean for me when it happened to me.

The process of being rewired is akin to finding a switch in my body and turning it on. At the same time that my sexual apparatus is awakened the switch resets the sexual responses of my body.

Perhaps the most amazing result has been the way it altered my mind and sense of eroticism. Rewiring intensified my sexual interests and characteristics, creating new ones, and altering my perceptions, and desires. I rewired myself 7 years ago when I learned how to have prostate orgasms using an Aneros massager, as my skill grew to achieving A less orgasms I practiced every night and deepened the impact of rewiring. Awakening my prostate awakened my sexual brain and created the new sexuality that has enriched me at this mature point in my life; it has made me a much more erotic, sexual and sensual man.

Orgasmic Triad

The day after Thanksgiving, the tumult had died down and all was quiet. I slept deeply and quietly that night, slowly walking through hallways of erotic fantasies in my dreams. I walked naked and aroused down hazy corridors past lurid scenarios of naked men and women, all calling to me to join them in dances of lustful erotic gratification .

Those fantasies inspired an unusually needy erection at 4 AM. As the ache of desire lapped at my rigid cock there was an equally erotic trilling deep inside my anus. The old familiar urgent and somewhat anxious desire for pleasure tingled deep inside me. It was the familiar desperate erotic itch that causes my cock and prostate to twitch and my brain to thirst for the sweet anguish of orgasm.

It is a hard battle to resist the temptation to launch into mmo when my cock is singing as it was. Over the last several years it has become easier and easier to initiate A-less orgasms. A-less orgasms are slower to build and more resonant than penetration induced orgasms. An aneros inside my canal instigates hard assertive orgasms that literally tear into me, while A-less orgasms are slow agonizing lilting song of male orgasmic magic. There is also a difference between a great session, one punctuated by extreme sensations of orgasmic euphoria that sustains itself for an hour or more and a so – so session which yields pleasant sensation and a few mild contractions and fizzles out. Those pinnacle sessions are the ones I live for.

Outside in and Inside Out

This is an entry to talk about the ebb and flow of my erotic life. It has been a week without a wet orgasm for me, which is relatively unusual. Scheduling pressures, and myriad distractions actually overpowered the chance to interact with J and be intimate. So instead, this hs been a week of MMO sessions.

I was recently talking to a friend here who was experiencing the same thing. Now as I am sitting here writing this I am telling myself the same thing I told him: “hey it happens”.

So as I sat drinking a cup of tea on the couch in the quiet of our kitchen a short time ago, I pondered this inside out and outside in character of my sexuality. It is this mysterious thing that motivates me to have liaisons with it in the remote solitude inside my own body and inspires me to celebrate it with J, showing off for her as we both admire the physical beauty of each other’s sexual response.

As a guy my sexuality was very cock focused . . . I couldn’t help it. It was engrained in me. I was and still am fascinated with my own cock, and now other guys cocks too. I do stand in front of the mirror occasionally and admire it as I tug it to stiffness. I have done videos of me self pleasuring myself in elaborate backgrounds and wearing all kinds of erotic props. I have taped and watched in fascination as ropes of thick white pearlescent cum rolls and sometimes is hurled from my swollen cockhead as I shudder in explosive orgasm.

A Wonderful Session and a Fantasy

I have not done an entry here in quite a while, but I just came off of one of the most exquisite sessions that I have had in a long time. I decided to commit the experience to writing because just yesterday I was chatting with someone in here on the magnetic pull that my desire exerts on my body. When my desire sings in my thoughts I am weak, I cannot ignore it. I have lined my underpants before I sat down to do this entry as I am sure I will be leaking profusely before I am halfway through it.

I have come to realize that my most euphoric, deep and resonant sessions occur when just the right combination of conditions, thoughts and bodily functions come together in a “perfect orgasmic storm” so to speak. Such was the case last night. My sessions over the last few days had been really half hearted and very short. None were more than 30 minutes and I was unable to maintain the mental focus or the erotic inspiration to rise to a pinnacle of sensation. Twice this week my wife coaxed a copious amount of cum from me, once orally and the other when we were in a very intense mutual masturbation session. That masturbation session was two nights ago and it literally drained my balls. Over the last few weeks I have been finalizing my erotic novel to send it to some friends for review and comment. A few nights ago I was editing a part of the story that is in a time and place of a homoerotic exchange between my character and another main character. The narrative describing their sexual liason is particularly steamy. Editing gets me extremely aroused as I can read without stopping too much; as a result I was feeling extremely sexy.

Silk

Silk

It is 8am Sunday morning; an ocean haze is hanging over the ground outside of the window of the room we are in. Late yesterday when we got into the hotel after the wedding the surroundings of the room were not visible. But this morning the quiet of early morning mist is tantalizing my barely opened eyes with a muted view of the ocean; even in the misty aqua blue air it is spectacular. The peace of early morning is quietly punctuated by the rhythmic muffled crash of the waves on the beach below our balcony. Other than the waves breaking on the beach the only other noise outside is the quiet chat of morning walkers enjoying the solitude of the surf before the onslaught of beach goers. Our floor to ceiling window accesses our own private terrace outside our room. It is a divinely peaceful morning on the beach in Cape May New Jersey. We are here because of a family wedding last night. Weddings are romantic for the newlyweds whose wedding it is, but also they are romantic for those who are there and in love and who walked the walk and spoke the vows years earlier. That is us.

MMO with Tempo and Female Erotic Massage

So it has been a while since I have made an entry here. Work has kept me busy and travel too. It has been a very sexy summer for me. It began with a series of very slow and thoughtful mmo sessions. After three years of minimal massager use I began to insert my peridises again. Using the condom method and filling the condom with lube and tying a knot in the opening allowed me to use in any situation and not make a mess. It also allows me to use any lube I want as it all stays in the condom. This allowed me to do sessions with insertion anywhere including in my own bed while my wife sleeps.

In June I started while visiting my daughter on the West Coast. The sessions were exquisite and as I said very slow and luxurious. Throughout June I was doing up to three sessions per week. By the end of June II stopped using the Peridises and transferred to my Tempo. Again I used the condom method. The onset of full orgasmic contractions after insertion of the Tempo was startling. On the average it was less than 5 minutes to full spasms that were sucking the Tempo in and out of my anus. Mid way through July I began to experiment with suppressing the spasms and orgasms, trying to keep them from happening. The more I denied them the more powerful they became.

Alone In a Hotel Room

As I sit here in a hotel room 275 miles from her there is a fire roaring in my cock that is making the cream of my passion boil and churn in my balls; they are heavy, aching to release the erotic burden that fills them. I am overwhelmed with a fire to feel my cock in the warm tight caress of a wanton vagina. Three times since last Tuesday in the half light of morning I woke with my cock throbbing and wetting my sheets, teasing at me begging me to succumb to hours of pulsing and shuddering mmo pleasure. Ultimately, three times I rejected it.

But now as I lay here nude in this hotel bed I feel that same gnawing desperation to enshroud my mind in erotic thoughts and engage in a elegantly vulgar tryst with a lady. Fantasies run rampant in my mind and amplify my desire to MMO. Now there is no restriction holding me back. So I succumbed to the unceasing demand and gave myself over to the warm seduction of cascading orgasmic pleasure. As I lay here now the tantalizing warm tongue of rapture is lapping my cockhead as her hands tug at my balls; the warm erotic flames are igniting the sweet sensual anguish of my arousal.

Fantasies, Kaleidoscopes and Ecstasy

Peppered throughout my writings are descriptions of prostate derived orgasms, or MMO’s as I call them as kaleidoscopic. In Aneros circles MMO’s are commonly refer to as super Os. Sometimes guys refer to the sensation of MMOs as pleasure waves )which I sometimes do as well(; however in many of my recent sessions I have been perceiving MMO’s as chains of kaleidoscopic orgasms that sensually morph from one ecstatic feeling to the next as they unfold. Each wave of pleasure reveals excruciating ecstatic sensations. Just as a kaleidoscope morphs and transforms one elegant richly detailed vision to another so does an MMO; the rhythmically pulsing spasms of orgasm transfigure themselves unfurling lush orgasmic sensations as they do. And just as I struggle to see and absorb the deeply vibrant images in a kaleidoscope, so do I also struggle to experience and savor the intense and overwhelming sensations of an MMO.

With my eyes closed I can sense the sensually erotic colors of pleasurable sensation. I do not really see the colorful vibrancy and chilling detail of an MMO but instead I envision it viscerally. I feel it as the enticing chill of ecstasy and as agonizing euphoria of cascading pleasure. It moves throughout my anal tract eventually permeating my entire body, its alluring fingers stroking my anal canal, tugging on my cock, squeezing my prostate, and coaxing my anus, teasing it to flex and spasm in paroxysms of erotic bliss. It makes my entire body quiver and my cock drip precum as I succumb to the exquisite echoes of orgasmic rapture.

A Fantasy and a Reality

When an erotic fantasy finds me it is like it has found a comfortable chair; it settles in and stays, relaxing and pondering the facets of its own lush eroticism. It has certainly been that way over the last week or so with my fantasy of sexual and emotional intimacy with A, a woman I volunteer with.

Last night I had a particularly pleasurable fantasy involving the two of us. It happened because I saw her at a meeting of the organization she works for, and that I volunteer for yesterday. As President I have a lot of interaction with her before, during and after the meeting. She is Secretary to the board.

The fantasies that I have that involve real people that I see all the time seem to be the dominant ones in the erotic landscape of my mind. Certainly the homoerotic fantasies I have at the pinnacle of MMO ecstasy are not realism based; when my anus is quivering and my prostate is pumping and my cock is lurching in convulsive orgasmic spasms my fantasies become surreal. Most of the time they involve a exquisitely muscled faceless guy who is exuding male sexuality; he is drilling my asshole with a massive erect cock whose shaft is tracked with rigid veins. The convulsive spasms of pleasure pumping deep in my own anal canal become spasms of his cock as it rhythmically pumps a thick hot stream of his sweet ejaculate deep into my anal cavity.

Forbidden Fantasy

I am in Seattle visiting my daughter and son in law. They have a great place out here; it is a tri level modern house with four bedrooms, one of which has total privacy on the lower level. That is where I am sleeping. I am here without my wife as I came to California on business and this was a side trip as long as I was on the west coast. I have been here four days so far … I will leave at the end of the week.

I have been spoiling them, cooking their favorite things and going out to eat. Yesterday my son in law )a volunteer fireman( had an evening meeting to go to at the firehouse and my daughter wanted to go to a book signing and lecture in Kenmore up on Lake Washington. I volunteered to go with her. The author was no one I was interested in; her books appeal to young and middle aged women. They are one step above chick lit. It was a really hot day yesterday, the first one we had since I came here.

As we drove into the parking lot in front of the bookstore I noticed a green space across the street, it looked like a park. I decided that maybe I would go and cool off by sitting in the park under the shade trees while she was in the book event; the trees shaded the lake and obscured the view of it.
We parked in the lot and my daughter went into the bookstore and I walked across the street to what I thought was a park. As it turned out the “park” was a club for member s only. It looked as it had a beach on the lake, a clubhouse and tennis courts.