The Impact of COVID on my Sex Life
This is a rough first draft. There will almost certainly be edits and additions as I find time to work on this some more.
The pandemic has forced the modification of many people's lifestyles, and I am no exception. We all know the usual stuff - wearing masks in public, avoiding social gatherings, etc. However, the specific topic here is not the mundane stuff that applies to essentially everyone, at least if they value their health and that of others, but how COVID has impacted those of us who are psychologically addicted to doing naughty stuff in public places. I am certain that many members of the ro.xhamstervideo.netmunity fall into this category.
It will take a few paragraphs to get to the more explicit stuff, and even longer to get to the COVID comments, so please bear with me.
For decades, I have been a regular visitor to "adult" emporia. I believe the first time I visited such an establishment was in about 1975 in Hotlanta, GA. Prior to that, I had been dependent on "Quicky Marts" to supply me with "girlie" magazines for the usual purposes. After that initial visit I was hooked and, would avail myself of every opportunity to indulge my addiction. Unfortunately, living in Podunk, SC in the 1970s surrounded by Bible Thumpers of the worst sorts, there were NO local sex shops, the nearest ones I knew of being two and a half hours away in Georgia and North Carolina. There was one right up the street from the main entrance to the Naval Base in Charleston, SC, but that was on the other end of the state over five hours away - not an easy day trip.
In the 1970s, these businesses, at least the ones I knew about, had no facilities for back-room fun. However, in the 1980's, these establishments began offering video booths, and naturally glory holes were not far behind. Unfortunately, due to their distance, I could only manage a visit once or twice a year, and in any event, I never succumbed to the temptation of sexual encounters with strangers, both for fear of AIDs, and the fact that my wife was still somewhat interested in sex, though her libido was down by about 95% from when we first got together.
Then in 1986 I moved to an alien planet called California.
By this time, my home sex life had diminished to the point that I was desperate for other sexual interactions. A few weeks after we moved, I had to attend a conference in Ann Arbor, and decided that I MUST obey my master. I called an escort service, not really knowing what to expect, but ended up pumping a huge load all over her pussy. I was still too terrified of disease to have any physical contact. This was my first experience with a sex worker, but it was far from my last. More about that later.
I lived in California for six years, and the nearest adult shop was less than a mile from my house. Oh! Sweet bliss! I visited this establishment almost daily. I became seriously spoiled. The downside was that this shop was only video sales & rentals - no arcade or facilities for in-house fun. Although there were a couple of other adult shops in my city, and quite a few within a one-hour drive, the story was the same - no bonking in the back room.
I usually rode my bike to work (as a college professor) and on the way home I would make a slight detour to the sex shop and rent a video (returning the one from the previous day) then go home and masturbate myself silly. But there was no free sex with other fans of video booths, glory holes, and such.
I did avail myself of the local sex workers as often as I could afford on a professor's salary - about four times a year. In town, these were ALL streetwalkers, of which there was actually a copious supply. I became fairly familiar with the Motel 6 about five miles from my house.
When I could manage to get to a larger city, I would call an escort service, go to a "massage" parlor, or give my business to a strip club that offered back-room private encounters with the young ladies. Again, though, I had to limit these encounters due to financial reasons. Even in the large cities within reasonable driving distance, the "adult" stores did not seem to allow shenanigans in the back. Those that did have an arcade had booths that could not be secured from prying eyes, so this seemed a set-up for being embarrassingly busted. I feel certain that if there had been glory holes or video booths with lockable doors that I would have played with LOTS of penises during those six years.
I returned to SC in 1992, having not had a same sex encounter of any kind for nearly fifteen years. I sorely missed the feel of a throbbing, spurting cock other than my own. Once again I lived in a small town with the nearest city, Greenville, an hour away. At the first opportunity, I checked out the action there, and quickly discovered one "bookstore" that had an "adult" section in the back. The front section was theoretically an actual "normal" bookstore, but most of their magazines were long out of date, and I do not think I ever saw anyone perusing the merchandise there. You had to speak to the clerk to get into the back. This was one of the most poorly stocked "adult" shops I have ever visited, but it had the redeeming virtue of having four video booths in the very back, complete with glory holes. It was not long before I had jerked my first anonymous cock to orgasm and dear Sweet Jesus it was exciting and rewarding.
Over the next two dozen years, I visited this emporium perhaps twice a month. In addition, I occasionally hired escorts in Greenville as well, but again, my salary limited this activity.
My new job required more travel, with frequent fairly local trips and occasional longer distance excursions. In Augusta, GA there were Adult shops with video booths and glory holes. Columbia had adult shops, but no arcades. I did hire a number of escorts in Columbia, however.
Gastonia, NC (near Charlotte) was my favorite of the relatively close locations, though it was over two hours away. There was one place in particular that just charged a flat fee for entrance to the video booths, so you paid your $15 and could hang out as long as you liked without them insisting that you keep pumping money into the projectors. There were MANY booths, maybe 25 or 30, most with glory holes, some moderately well-lit (my personal preference) but others the more common dark environment. All were large enough to accommodate at least two people. Most importantly, the doors had lock on them. I could only manage to go there a couple of times a year, but I had a LOT of fun playing with cocks there.
A different emporium in Gastonia was the first place I encountered a "Buddy Booth" - a pair of video booths with a selectively transparent partition between them. This was new-fangled technology at the time. During my very first encounter with the Buddy Booth concept, I hit the jackpot. I was in my booth, masturbating with the video running and my side of the screen active. I heard someone enter the adjoining booth and suddenly the screen went transparent. He looked at me, then pulled out his cock and started getting hard. a couple of minutes later another guy entered his booth and latched the door. They both looked at me with my cock in my hand, smiled at me, then the new guy got to his knees and began sucking that luscious penis. This only lasted a couple of minutes. It was rather obvious the climax had been reached as the top pulled his bottom's head forcefully into his groin and his entire body spasmed. After he was finished, the bottom turned to face me and show me the semen in his mouth, then grinned and swallowed. I immediately erupted into an orgasm so powerful that it was almost painful. My copious cum hit the screen as the two guys watched. They both made a kissing motion with their lips, then the screen went dark again.
Another time at the flat-fee place, I was fortunate enough to witness that rarity, a female servicing guys in a booth. She had picked one of the larger well-lit booths with a glory hole to both adjoining booths, evidently specifically to put on a show for the horny perverts looking through the holes. I just happened to be in one of the adjacent booths when I heard someone enter the center booth. Not knowing it was a female with a partner, I made the usual overtures to see if a cock would emerge through the hole. Instead, she leaned down next to the hole, I saw her mouth, then she said "Look through the hole".
Doing as I was instructed. I saw that her partner had his cock out, and it was a beauty. I salivated thinking about having it in my mouth. She dropped to her knees and began sucking. A few minutes later, I heard a knock, her partner opened the door, and another guy came in. The lady pulled her skirt off, beneath which was a garter belt supporting her stockings, but no panties.
The new guy sat down on the bench and pulled out his cock, another fine example of manhood. She stood in front of him, then leaned over to suck him while presenting her other holes to the original partner. Pulling out a tube of lube, he greased up his cock, then squirted some on her ass. Using his index finger, he lubricated her anus inside and out, then slowly slid his penis balls deep in her butt as she sucked the other guy. This continued for several minutes until it was obvious both guys were about to reach the point of no return. She then got on her knees with her head tilted back, and both guys began masturbating furiously, aiming straight at her face. One came in about one minute, and the other moments after the first one finished. An extraordinary amount of cum was all over her face from her forehead to her chin. Both guys zipped up and left. She then pulled her skirt back on and calmly walked out of the booth, her face still covered with semen. That was probably the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed in an arcade and remains the only time I have witnessed a woman having sex in a video booth, although I have seen a couple of others enter booths with a guy, but the interiors of these booths were not visible from other booths.
Unfortunately, the city of Gastonia closed down all of the adult arcades about ten years ago. So that resource dried up.
Farther afield, other cities where I had adventures of note included Seattle, Baltimore (the only place I have seen "brown" videos for sale in a brick and mortar store), Los Angeles, San Jose, Albuquerque, and San Juan, Puerto Rico.
About five years ago I retired and moved to the SC coast. The nearest adult shops are in the Charleston area, but the only one with booths has about ten slots that are totally dark except the video screen and they are incredibly tiny. I suppose you could get two people in one of them, but you would not be able to maneuver at all. In addition, they have neither glory holes nor buddy screens. Sigh.
Today the nearest adult shop where I can realistically have any anonymous sex fun is about a two-hour drive. There is another about three hours away. Both have about twenty booths, many with buddy screens, but no glory holes. All of the booths are large enough to accommodate two people easily, and a few could handle up to six or seven. I have visited both places quite a few times over the last six years and have had some interesting and rewarding encounters ending with satisfaction for all concerned.
Unfortunately, I can usually only get to these places during the middle of the day when there are few other guys around, so sometimes I am left to my own devices.
About thirty years ago, I had made the 2+ hour drive to Augusta to play with the penises in the arcade. I purchased a bunch of tokens - probably whatever the minimum was - and headed into the back. There were few guys around and none that seemed interested in playing, so I ended up in a booth going solo. Suddenly my bladder became incredibly insistent. Since this particular establishment did not have a restroom for use by patrons, and I knew there was no way I'd be able to hold it long enough to drive away to find one, I just let loose all over the floor of the booth. Oh My God! This was SO exciting! After that I made a point of loading up on liquids (my beverage of choice is diet cola) as I drove to an arcade. I would try to time it so that when I arrived at the store, I would barely be able to hold it in. I am SO naughty! God it is wonderful. I always try to pick a large booth where I can piss in a disused corner, and never piss on the chairs or benches. Once, however, I had gone to the shop in Charleston with the tiny booths and just could not wait any longer. I must have pissed nearly a quart on the booth floor, and the entire area was awash in urine. I don't think there was even a single square inch that was not wet.
Over the years, I have noticed that video booths with tiled floors often have places in the booths where the individual tiles have separated from the floor, whereas the tiles in the aisles are still quite intact. This is fairly strong evidence that lots of other guys pee in the booths too. I don't think the amount of semen pumped on the floors would be sufficient to seep through the cracks and cause the adhesive to fail.
Once a couple of years ago, I decided to be a bit more adventurous and wet my pants in the sales area, letting the piss run down my leg onto the floor. Although this was tremendously exciting, in retrospect that was a pretty risky thing to do, I suppose, and have not done it since.
I have debated relieving my bowels on the floor of a boot but have not succumbed to that particular temptation. I certainly would not want to step in someone else's "deposit" in a dark booth, and I do try to "Do unto others" as Geezus hisself said. The problem is that hormonal pressure often seriously impairs our better judgment. I have emptied my bowels in the booth trash can a couple of times, and I not infrequently have deliberately worn a diaper for this purpose. It is particularly exciting to soil my diaper in the sales area with other customers present. Dear God, I have a huge erection just thinking about it. However, I only do this in shops that have a bathroom so I can relatively easily clean myself up afterwards.
Finally, Adult Emporia are really the only places I feel moderately safe wearing women's clothes in public. Living in the deep south means that there is a non-negligible percentage of guys that would be willing to do me bodily harm just because of the clothes I prefer to wear. Although I almost always wear dresses and skirts when I am at home, I am not even close to passable. The big bushy beard is a dead giveaway! Dressing as a female at the arcades not only satisfies my desire to be in public dressed as a woman, it also is VERY effective advertising for your intentions. A large percentage of the men there are looking for a same sex encounter, thus are unlikely to attack a guy who obviously is looking for the same thing. I describe myself as a versatile bottom and wearing a dress or a skirt and blouse along with hose makes it clear to all but the dullest guys that you are not only willing, but anxious to satisfy their lust. I have received quite a few stares, but never anything ominous.
So, I have become addicted to the thrill of anonymous same-sex encounters, being in public wearing women's clothes, and of relieving my body of waste products in public or semi-public places; in other words, behaving outside of the generally accepted norms.
Then last spring COVID raised its ugly head. At 70 years old, I am automatically in a higher risk population. In addition, my wife has a history of respiratory problems thus is in an extra high-risk category. I HAVE to be careful.
Going into a small enclosed space with a stranger, not to mention the fact that who knows how many people had occupied that booth earlier that day, during a pandemic, is simply not prudent. The last times I indulged myself at an adult shop were last December (2019) and January (2020), nearly a year ago, when I managed a few visits. For several years prior to the pandemic, I had been managing an average of about one visit per month. As a result, I have noticed that my masturbation fantasies at home have become more exotic, for lack of a better word. I am spending far more time looking at porn and whacking off than normal. I am having a lot more erotic dreams, and they are becoming even more hard-core than usual. I am considerably more obsessed with sex than usual, and that is saying quite a lot. I really need a partner whose libido is not kaput, but that seems unlikely under the circumstances. Thank God for the internet and its effectively infinite supply of erotica!
MORE TO CUM?
The pandemic has forced the modification of many people's lifestyles, and I am no exception. We all know the usual stuff - wearing masks in public, avoiding social gatherings, etc. However, the specific topic here is not the mundane stuff that applies to essentially everyone, at least if they value their health and that of others, but how COVID has impacted those of us who are psychologically addicted to doing naughty stuff in public places. I am certain that many members of the ro.xhamstervideo.netmunity fall into this category.
It will take a few paragraphs to get to the more explicit stuff, and even longer to get to the COVID comments, so please bear with me.
For decades, I have been a regular visitor to "adult" emporia. I believe the first time I visited such an establishment was in about 1975 in Hotlanta, GA. Prior to that, I had been dependent on "Quicky Marts" to supply me with "girlie" magazines for the usual purposes. After that initial visit I was hooked and, would avail myself of every opportunity to indulge my addiction. Unfortunately, living in Podunk, SC in the 1970s surrounded by Bible Thumpers of the worst sorts, there were NO local sex shops, the nearest ones I knew of being two and a half hours away in Georgia and North Carolina. There was one right up the street from the main entrance to the Naval Base in Charleston, SC, but that was on the other end of the state over five hours away - not an easy day trip.
In the 1970s, these businesses, at least the ones I knew about, had no facilities for back-room fun. However, in the 1980's, these establishments began offering video booths, and naturally glory holes were not far behind. Unfortunately, due to their distance, I could only manage a visit once or twice a year, and in any event, I never succumbed to the temptation of sexual encounters with strangers, both for fear of AIDs, and the fact that my wife was still somewhat interested in sex, though her libido was down by about 95% from when we first got together.
Then in 1986 I moved to an alien planet called California.
By this time, my home sex life had diminished to the point that I was desperate for other sexual interactions. A few weeks after we moved, I had to attend a conference in Ann Arbor, and decided that I MUST obey my master. I called an escort service, not really knowing what to expect, but ended up pumping a huge load all over her pussy. I was still too terrified of disease to have any physical contact. This was my first experience with a sex worker, but it was far from my last. More about that later.
I lived in California for six years, and the nearest adult shop was less than a mile from my house. Oh! Sweet bliss! I visited this establishment almost daily. I became seriously spoiled. The downside was that this shop was only video sales & rentals - no arcade or facilities for in-house fun. Although there were a couple of other adult shops in my city, and quite a few within a one-hour drive, the story was the same - no bonking in the back room.
I usually rode my bike to work (as a college professor) and on the way home I would make a slight detour to the sex shop and rent a video (returning the one from the previous day) then go home and masturbate myself silly. But there was no free sex with other fans of video booths, glory holes, and such.
I did avail myself of the local sex workers as often as I could afford on a professor's salary - about four times a year. In town, these were ALL streetwalkers, of which there was actually a copious supply. I became fairly familiar with the Motel 6 about five miles from my house.
When I could manage to get to a larger city, I would call an escort service, go to a "massage" parlor, or give my business to a strip club that offered back-room private encounters with the young ladies. Again, though, I had to limit these encounters due to financial reasons. Even in the large cities within reasonable driving distance, the "adult" stores did not seem to allow shenanigans in the back. Those that did have an arcade had booths that could not be secured from prying eyes, so this seemed a set-up for being embarrassingly busted. I feel certain that if there had been glory holes or video booths with lockable doors that I would have played with LOTS of penises during those six years.
I returned to SC in 1992, having not had a same sex encounter of any kind for nearly fifteen years. I sorely missed the feel of a throbbing, spurting cock other than my own. Once again I lived in a small town with the nearest city, Greenville, an hour away. At the first opportunity, I checked out the action there, and quickly discovered one "bookstore" that had an "adult" section in the back. The front section was theoretically an actual "normal" bookstore, but most of their magazines were long out of date, and I do not think I ever saw anyone perusing the merchandise there. You had to speak to the clerk to get into the back. This was one of the most poorly stocked "adult" shops I have ever visited, but it had the redeeming virtue of having four video booths in the very back, complete with glory holes. It was not long before I had jerked my first anonymous cock to orgasm and dear Sweet Jesus it was exciting and rewarding.
Over the next two dozen years, I visited this emporium perhaps twice a month. In addition, I occasionally hired escorts in Greenville as well, but again, my salary limited this activity.
My new job required more travel, with frequent fairly local trips and occasional longer distance excursions. In Augusta, GA there were Adult shops with video booths and glory holes. Columbia had adult shops, but no arcades. I did hire a number of escorts in Columbia, however.
Gastonia, NC (near Charlotte) was my favorite of the relatively close locations, though it was over two hours away. There was one place in particular that just charged a flat fee for entrance to the video booths, so you paid your $15 and could hang out as long as you liked without them insisting that you keep pumping money into the projectors. There were MANY booths, maybe 25 or 30, most with glory holes, some moderately well-lit (my personal preference) but others the more common dark environment. All were large enough to accommodate at least two people. Most importantly, the doors had lock on them. I could only manage to go there a couple of times a year, but I had a LOT of fun playing with cocks there.
A different emporium in Gastonia was the first place I encountered a "Buddy Booth" - a pair of video booths with a selectively transparent partition between them. This was new-fangled technology at the time. During my very first encounter with the Buddy Booth concept, I hit the jackpot. I was in my booth, masturbating with the video running and my side of the screen active. I heard someone enter the adjoining booth and suddenly the screen went transparent. He looked at me, then pulled out his cock and started getting hard. a couple of minutes later another guy entered his booth and latched the door. They both looked at me with my cock in my hand, smiled at me, then the new guy got to his knees and began sucking that luscious penis. This only lasted a couple of minutes. It was rather obvious the climax had been reached as the top pulled his bottom's head forcefully into his groin and his entire body spasmed. After he was finished, the bottom turned to face me and show me the semen in his mouth, then grinned and swallowed. I immediately erupted into an orgasm so powerful that it was almost painful. My copious cum hit the screen as the two guys watched. They both made a kissing motion with their lips, then the screen went dark again.
Another time at the flat-fee place, I was fortunate enough to witness that rarity, a female servicing guys in a booth. She had picked one of the larger well-lit booths with a glory hole to both adjoining booths, evidently specifically to put on a show for the horny perverts looking through the holes. I just happened to be in one of the adjacent booths when I heard someone enter the center booth. Not knowing it was a female with a partner, I made the usual overtures to see if a cock would emerge through the hole. Instead, she leaned down next to the hole, I saw her mouth, then she said "Look through the hole".
Doing as I was instructed. I saw that her partner had his cock out, and it was a beauty. I salivated thinking about having it in my mouth. She dropped to her knees and began sucking. A few minutes later, I heard a knock, her partner opened the door, and another guy came in. The lady pulled her skirt off, beneath which was a garter belt supporting her stockings, but no panties.
The new guy sat down on the bench and pulled out his cock, another fine example of manhood. She stood in front of him, then leaned over to suck him while presenting her other holes to the original partner. Pulling out a tube of lube, he greased up his cock, then squirted some on her ass. Using his index finger, he lubricated her anus inside and out, then slowly slid his penis balls deep in her butt as she sucked the other guy. This continued for several minutes until it was obvious both guys were about to reach the point of no return. She then got on her knees with her head tilted back, and both guys began masturbating furiously, aiming straight at her face. One came in about one minute, and the other moments after the first one finished. An extraordinary amount of cum was all over her face from her forehead to her chin. Both guys zipped up and left. She then pulled her skirt back on and calmly walked out of the booth, her face still covered with semen. That was probably the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed in an arcade and remains the only time I have witnessed a woman having sex in a video booth, although I have seen a couple of others enter booths with a guy, but the interiors of these booths were not visible from other booths.
Unfortunately, the city of Gastonia closed down all of the adult arcades about ten years ago. So that resource dried up.
Farther afield, other cities where I had adventures of note included Seattle, Baltimore (the only place I have seen "brown" videos for sale in a brick and mortar store), Los Angeles, San Jose, Albuquerque, and San Juan, Puerto Rico.
About five years ago I retired and moved to the SC coast. The nearest adult shops are in the Charleston area, but the only one with booths has about ten slots that are totally dark except the video screen and they are incredibly tiny. I suppose you could get two people in one of them, but you would not be able to maneuver at all. In addition, they have neither glory holes nor buddy screens. Sigh.
Today the nearest adult shop where I can realistically have any anonymous sex fun is about a two-hour drive. There is another about three hours away. Both have about twenty booths, many with buddy screens, but no glory holes. All of the booths are large enough to accommodate two people easily, and a few could handle up to six or seven. I have visited both places quite a few times over the last six years and have had some interesting and rewarding encounters ending with satisfaction for all concerned.
Unfortunately, I can usually only get to these places during the middle of the day when there are few other guys around, so sometimes I am left to my own devices.
About thirty years ago, I had made the 2+ hour drive to Augusta to play with the penises in the arcade. I purchased a bunch of tokens - probably whatever the minimum was - and headed into the back. There were few guys around and none that seemed interested in playing, so I ended up in a booth going solo. Suddenly my bladder became incredibly insistent. Since this particular establishment did not have a restroom for use by patrons, and I knew there was no way I'd be able to hold it long enough to drive away to find one, I just let loose all over the floor of the booth. Oh My God! This was SO exciting! After that I made a point of loading up on liquids (my beverage of choice is diet cola) as I drove to an arcade. I would try to time it so that when I arrived at the store, I would barely be able to hold it in. I am SO naughty! God it is wonderful. I always try to pick a large booth where I can piss in a disused corner, and never piss on the chairs or benches. Once, however, I had gone to the shop in Charleston with the tiny booths and just could not wait any longer. I must have pissed nearly a quart on the booth floor, and the entire area was awash in urine. I don't think there was even a single square inch that was not wet.
Over the years, I have noticed that video booths with tiled floors often have places in the booths where the individual tiles have separated from the floor, whereas the tiles in the aisles are still quite intact. This is fairly strong evidence that lots of other guys pee in the booths too. I don't think the amount of semen pumped on the floors would be sufficient to seep through the cracks and cause the adhesive to fail.
Once a couple of years ago, I decided to be a bit more adventurous and wet my pants in the sales area, letting the piss run down my leg onto the floor. Although this was tremendously exciting, in retrospect that was a pretty risky thing to do, I suppose, and have not done it since.
I have debated relieving my bowels on the floor of a boot but have not succumbed to that particular temptation. I certainly would not want to step in someone else's "deposit" in a dark booth, and I do try to "Do unto others" as Geezus hisself said. The problem is that hormonal pressure often seriously impairs our better judgment. I have emptied my bowels in the booth trash can a couple of times, and I not infrequently have deliberately worn a diaper for this purpose. It is particularly exciting to soil my diaper in the sales area with other customers present. Dear God, I have a huge erection just thinking about it. However, I only do this in shops that have a bathroom so I can relatively easily clean myself up afterwards.
Finally, Adult Emporia are really the only places I feel moderately safe wearing women's clothes in public. Living in the deep south means that there is a non-negligible percentage of guys that would be willing to do me bodily harm just because of the clothes I prefer to wear. Although I almost always wear dresses and skirts when I am at home, I am not even close to passable. The big bushy beard is a dead giveaway! Dressing as a female at the arcades not only satisfies my desire to be in public dressed as a woman, it also is VERY effective advertising for your intentions. A large percentage of the men there are looking for a same sex encounter, thus are unlikely to attack a guy who obviously is looking for the same thing. I describe myself as a versatile bottom and wearing a dress or a skirt and blouse along with hose makes it clear to all but the dullest guys that you are not only willing, but anxious to satisfy their lust. I have received quite a few stares, but never anything ominous.
So, I have become addicted to the thrill of anonymous same-sex encounters, being in public wearing women's clothes, and of relieving my body of waste products in public or semi-public places; in other words, behaving outside of the generally accepted norms.
Then last spring COVID raised its ugly head. At 70 years old, I am automatically in a higher risk population. In addition, my wife has a history of respiratory problems thus is in an extra high-risk category. I HAVE to be careful.
Going into a small enclosed space with a stranger, not to mention the fact that who knows how many people had occupied that booth earlier that day, during a pandemic, is simply not prudent. The last times I indulged myself at an adult shop were last December (2019) and January (2020), nearly a year ago, when I managed a few visits. For several years prior to the pandemic, I had been managing an average of about one visit per month. As a result, I have noticed that my masturbation fantasies at home have become more exotic, for lack of a better word. I am spending far more time looking at porn and whacking off than normal. I am having a lot more erotic dreams, and they are becoming even more hard-core than usual. I am considerably more obsessed with sex than usual, and that is saying quite a lot. I really need a partner whose libido is not kaput, but that seems unlikely under the circumstances. Thank God for the internet and its effectively infinite supply of erotica!
MORE TO CUM?
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