Been over a week since the 6th May, my blog last entry. I talked about having a break to build excitement — and last night's session made a point of that.
Over this week I abstained from anything sexual, and looking at anything sexual for that matter. No porn, fetishes, masturbating, touching, none of that. This was simply to make the next session a week later feel great, but I preferred this clean break from it all. In fact, just the THOUGHT of something like Aneros or a pin-up girl churned my stomach, it felt gross! My mind and body clearly needed this break, what a great choice I made.
What also felt gross, as the details above show, was the session. I stay in the city every week for work, for a few days. The few nights I sleep at the apartment are quiet and spacious — perfect, compared to the cramped conditions of my regular habitat )including virtually no sound-proofing(.
So Saturday is when I head back, and there was a growing urge to give the Progasm a shot whilst having the chance. At the same time, my conscience waves its finger on how lousy that decision is. It was stereotypically a 'Devil vs. Angel' on the conclusion front.
At first, no — "Let's just go to bed and move on." Then I had the bright idea to peek at some porn. It all caved in from there.