Sigh....
Man, I got a wicked headache today.
I went to the Asian market, and bought strange things. Mostly instant things. I don't have my own kitchen right now, so cooking is a bitch.
I had a really hot dream about that one guy, the one i've been obsessing about. Though I can't capture the feeling now, right when I woke up i was overcome by the strongest desires. I remember thinking that that was the hottest sex I'd ever had, in dreams or reality.
Here is the dream: I walked into a library on campus (a fictional library on a fictional campus), and he was studying, way over on the other side of a big room. The lights were all this intense and shadowing reddish-orange. I walked over to say hi, but when I got there he was gone; there was nothing but his books and his coat. I figured that he probably had gone to the restroom, intending me to follow. I went to the restroom, and sure enough he was there, standing at one of the urinals. We were the only people in there, but everything was really cluttered and close together. I took my dick out and stood at the urinal right next to him, which was so close our arms were touching. This freaked him out, so he steeped a couple of urinals away, back in a corner, behind one of the stalls. I could see him real well then; he had his dick out, and it was HARD…like, the type of hardness you only get when you’re REAL horny, where your dick is almost pointing upwards. But he had a pretty big dick, and heavy, so it was only pointing up a little bit. He was stroking it, not too fast, but real focused and rhythmic, pulling his foreskin back and forth, exposing then covering the engorged purplish head. You could tell that he was ON, like, about to shoot. I knew he wanted me to keep my distance, but I wanted his cock so badly that I moved closer to him anyway. He was trapped in a corner, so he couldn’t do anything about it, but he didn’t seem to care so much anymore. He just keep jerking that big cock of his. I reached out to grab it, sort of against his will, but when I got my fist around it, I guess it felt so good to him that he gave up his will, stopped jerking off, and just let me do what I wanted. I felt really good in my hand, soft textured, firm, and BIG, really solid and full in my hand. I stroked it up and down a few times, just enjoying the sensation. Then, I leaned over and put the head in my mouth, and started working my mouth up and down on the head, stroking in time with my hand, bringing the foreskin up into my mouth, then back down again. I saw that he had this real pained look on his face. I think most guys would recognize it; it’s the face that a guy makes when he’s totally over-taken by the intensity of the sexual sensations that he’s feeling, and he’s just to the point that he’s gonna cum. His cock worked it’s way deeper into my mouth, almost into my throat, and then he started to shoot; five or six long, intense spurts of thick white cum down my throat. I stopped stroking and just let him cum. It was perfect.
Then I woke up.
I have a feeling that nothing is really ever going to happen between me and this guy, like, in reality. I just have that feeling.
And by the way, here’s my new idea of how to approach sex: Accept it when it comes, forget it when it’s over. That is to say, when I find myself by chance in a sexual situation, and I’m horny, then I’m just gonna let myself go with it (as long as it’s not endangering my health). However, I’m not gonna go looking for it, and once it’s over, I’m not gonna dwell on it. I know enough people that like to get it on that I’ll still probably have sex maybe once a week. How to apply this rule to masturbation is a different matter. What I’m gonna do….is….I’m not sure. How about, when it seems to be happening really naturally and spontaneously, then I’ll let myself jerk off. However, there must be no force. And I feel as though I really must adhere to my fantasy guidelines which I laid out a few entries ago. And really, I should avoid masturbating more than once a day.
I went to the Asian market, and bought strange things. Mostly instant things. I don't have my own kitchen right now, so cooking is a bitch.
I had a really hot dream about that one guy, the one i've been obsessing about. Though I can't capture the feeling now, right when I woke up i was overcome by the strongest desires. I remember thinking that that was the hottest sex I'd ever had, in dreams or reality.
Here is the dream: I walked into a library on campus (a fictional library on a fictional campus), and he was studying, way over on the other side of a big room. The lights were all this intense and shadowing reddish-orange. I walked over to say hi, but when I got there he was gone; there was nothing but his books and his coat. I figured that he probably had gone to the restroom, intending me to follow. I went to the restroom, and sure enough he was there, standing at one of the urinals. We were the only people in there, but everything was really cluttered and close together. I took my dick out and stood at the urinal right next to him, which was so close our arms were touching. This freaked him out, so he steeped a couple of urinals away, back in a corner, behind one of the stalls. I could see him real well then; he had his dick out, and it was HARD…like, the type of hardness you only get when you’re REAL horny, where your dick is almost pointing upwards. But he had a pretty big dick, and heavy, so it was only pointing up a little bit. He was stroking it, not too fast, but real focused and rhythmic, pulling his foreskin back and forth, exposing then covering the engorged purplish head. You could tell that he was ON, like, about to shoot. I knew he wanted me to keep my distance, but I wanted his cock so badly that I moved closer to him anyway. He was trapped in a corner, so he couldn’t do anything about it, but he didn’t seem to care so much anymore. He just keep jerking that big cock of his. I reached out to grab it, sort of against his will, but when I got my fist around it, I guess it felt so good to him that he gave up his will, stopped jerking off, and just let me do what I wanted. I felt really good in my hand, soft textured, firm, and BIG, really solid and full in my hand. I stroked it up and down a few times, just enjoying the sensation. Then, I leaned over and put the head in my mouth, and started working my mouth up and down on the head, stroking in time with my hand, bringing the foreskin up into my mouth, then back down again. I saw that he had this real pained look on his face. I think most guys would recognize it; it’s the face that a guy makes when he’s totally over-taken by the intensity of the sexual sensations that he’s feeling, and he’s just to the point that he’s gonna cum. His cock worked it’s way deeper into my mouth, almost into my throat, and then he started to shoot; five or six long, intense spurts of thick white cum down my throat. I stopped stroking and just let him cum. It was perfect.
Then I woke up.
I have a feeling that nothing is really ever going to happen between me and this guy, like, in reality. I just have that feeling.
And by the way, here’s my new idea of how to approach sex: Accept it when it comes, forget it when it’s over. That is to say, when I find myself by chance in a sexual situation, and I’m horny, then I’m just gonna let myself go with it (as long as it’s not endangering my health). However, I’m not gonna go looking for it, and once it’s over, I’m not gonna dwell on it. I know enough people that like to get it on that I’ll still probably have sex maybe once a week. How to apply this rule to masturbation is a different matter. What I’m gonna do….is….I’m not sure. How about, when it seems to be happening really naturally and spontaneously, then I’ll let myself jerk off. However, there must be no force. And I feel as though I really must adhere to my fantasy guidelines which I laid out a few entries ago. And really, I should avoid masturbating more than once a day.
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