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.