Woke up and peed, I'd like a ride if my wife were out shopping. Nope, napping in the other room.
Back in bed, trying a little fooling around.
I tried that exercise where you tent your hand and push a log through your abdomen. WEEEEEEEEEE! SUPER-O
Wow, let's try *that* again! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW ROOM-FILLING SUPER-O with a lot of convulsive thrashing.
Didn't want to waste the privacy, and I was really feeling horny, so I tried the log again concentrating on the front. It took two logs to inflate a lovely hard woodie.
Stroking, I go bigger and bigger super-o's until I was ready to pop (I deflate between them, which makes intercourse difficult.) I was short on fluid, but I had a super=T regardless, with a few drops. Not enough to fill the tubing and give me the full ejaculation sensation. But what a shot of endorphins!!! My boss told me once when he the medics shot him up with morphine in Viet-Nam, it felt like he was on a bearskin in front of a cozy fire in a cabin on a snowy night. Well, I just curled up like that in my Pendleton Blanket and cozied off to sleep for a couple of hours, with just a couple of minis shaking me as I drifted off. Except for my hands flapping against my chest for a few minutes.
If I can do that all by myself, God help me the next time I insert that Eupho Syn! Last time, I was hallucinating!
It's Christmas season; she loves to shop…
Thank God I'm not in Duluth!