Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Rolling “Good” Times
I wake up in the morning and the fantasy images start rolling before me.
I kept telling myself to be up in five more minutes but every so often it can progress more to two hours.
But for awhile, I have been good. No more than fifteen minutes and “cut” I go.
Men seem to naturally get a hard on in the morning.
I just turn my thoughts to lewd fantasies, only to feel scarcely anything and then shitty that I have wasted precious time in bed.
A day full of chores and do things await me.
But first, I better get my ass moving and walk the dog.
I wake up in the morning and the fantasy images start rolling before me.
I kept telling myself to be up in five more minutes but every so often it can progress more to two hours.
But for awhile, I have been good. No more than fifteen minutes and “cut” I go.
Men seem to naturally get a hard on in the morning.
I just turn my thoughts to lewd fantasies, only to feel scarcely anything and then shitty that I have wasted precious time in bed.
A day full of chores and do things await me.
But first, I better get my ass moving and walk the dog.
