Save me from myself!

What a horrible past week. All that build up, and what do I get? Not even a decent buggering! Did I expect too much? I’d like to think that I’m a pretty good reader of people, but I got this all totally wrong.  Of course, that fucker Rick has a lot to answer for; he never said anything about ‘baby play’. Ultimately, I only have myself to blame. More thinking with what’s between my ears, and not with what’s between my legs!

So, I’ve decided to have a two-week break from all sex to settle my nerves and get some perspective.

No sex, with men or women, no wanking, no cyber. No nothing.

There was a strange silence initially, after I told houseguest of my plan. And when she finally spoke, it was only to ask for another glass of wine. My immediate thought was, ‘that went better than I feared it would’.

Houseguest suggested we test my resolve. I would get one free pass, after which my two weeks would begin. Well, of course, I was indignant. I don’t need a free pass. My two weeks start now.

A little test was concocted. I was ordered to strip, and take a seat on one of the dining chairs. My instructions: not to move or otherwise respond sexually. How incredibly unfair. I have control of all my parts, apart from you know who. After some negotiation, we agreed that my ‘todger’ could do as it pleased.

So it began. Houseguest sat in a chair opposite me and hitched up her skirt, revealing all her magnificence to me. Off came her heels and a foot placed on each of my shoulders.

“Tell me, Robert, can you last two minutes, let alone two weeks?”

As she caressed the side of my face with her soft feet, it was all that I could do not to lick her little toes. But able to resist, I was, much to her disappointment.

Round 1 to me.

“Robert, don’t you want to taste my pussy?” Watching her elegant manicured fingers rub her clit was a most exquisite torture. I entered a trance like state. Transfixed like a cobra to the piper’s tune. She brought herself to orgasm right in front of my face, with her heels on my shoulders. Bitch! That’s the kind of support I get.

Round 2 to her.

How was I able to resist? I applied an old SAS trick; think of an old nun having sex with a parish priest. Urrrrrrr!!!!! Seeing that her powers were no match for my Jedi skills, she left me to stew while she went to get acquainted with Mr Shower-head.

As I made dinner for us, I could hear her laughing her ass off in the shower. But my mind kept flashing back to memories of what else I knew she was up to. Keep strong, Man! You can do this.

So, one day down, thirteen more to go.

24 thoughts on “Save me from myself!

  1. Wow! I’m impressed. You are going to be harder to break than I ever imagined. I look forward to reading all about your reward…if you do manage to abstain fully!

      1. We all know how much you like your houseguests in their high heals. I wish you well two weeks it is a long time for your first time of denial babes.

        Kodo’s too you I get bitchy after about 3 days of denial.

          1. hmmmmmmmmmmmmm rugby player I am mum of three teenagers I don’t scare easy either but nope 3 days without the big O I am a bitch and feeling rather MEH!!!!

  2. It IS just YOU, crazy man! Hope you enjoy your suffering (she laughs), cause I’ll be enjoying my orgasms just fine.

      1. “Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked. Good mental machinery ought to break its own wheels and levers, if anything is thrust among them suddenly which tends to stop them or reverse their motion. A weak mind does not accumulate force enough to hurt itself; stupidity often saves a man from going mad.”
        ― Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

        It means, “I’m not stupid. So this idea of the benefit of abstinence is going to drive me crazy!”

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