Okay, I think I'll drop the whole "rapist" line of thinking for now. I started that last post with nothing to write, so I thought I would dig deep and see what came out. And that's what you all got stuck with. And I, in turn, got stuck with massive and overwhelming calls for therapy. Fair enough.
I will share one reason why I'm resistant to the therapy idea and that relates to my kinky side. I'm jonesing for some cage time, but that's not possible for the next couple of weeks as I'm on call for jury duty. Revealing this to a therapist ranks only slightly behind being outted by courthouse security in embarrassment. It's my secret and I'd like to keep it that way for a bit. Other than all you invisible internet friends, of course! I suppose I could circumvent the subject with a therapist but that sort of defeats the purpose of paying someone to examine my head. It's like getting a prostate exam without taking off your pants, you know?
So last night, I used my body like an amusement park. Arwyn was fiddling with the computer long into the night, which is odd since she has been an American Idol junkie forever. In my mind, I had hatched a bit of a plan. Namely, I was going to see if I could get her to stroke me while watching her favorite show and tell her to go slow enough that I wouldn't come until the last act. Maybe an hour of stroking was asking a lot, but being on the edge for a long time has a lot of appeal for me. The best handjobs she's ever given me have actually been when she's gotten me close and to the edge and then fallen asleep! I would then calm down while she is still holding me, but being still. Then I'd put a hand on her breast or down her shorts and she would wake up and resume until I either finished or she fell asleep again. It matches tease and denial in form if not intent.
So last night, while she was on the computer, I inserted the Aneros and lubed up a bit and went to work. Like a roller coaster…uuuuup…dooowwwn…uuup…went my arousal and hardness. Only I opted for women's figure skating instead of American Idol. I was able to keep this up (and down) intermittently throughout all the short programs and then finally cut loose during Sasha's performance. The girl is quite flexible, isn't she?;-)
This morning, Arwyn and I were watching the news when they announced the results of the competition.
"Shoot! We missed it!" She exclaimed her disappointment. I didn't say anything. Women's figure skating is a guilty pleasure of mine. I know, guys somehow get the idea that they are not supposed to like it. Granted, I don't believe it is a sport in the true sense of the word, due to the subjective nature of judge's scoring. But you have these small, athletic young women skating, jumping and spinning in their underwear. What's not to like?