It is interesting how things can run at a thousand miles per hour and then abruptly stop. Sometimes those stops are planned. Sometimes they aren’t. And, now, I see that even starts can occur, unplanned.
A few notes, first…
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Today marks day forty-eight since I last masturbated or pleasured myself. It has been on my mind, lately, but I have not had an irresistible urge to partake. I am not sure why, aside from wanting to give that pleasure to NW. Whatever the reason, we are rapidly approaching two months.
This brings us to denial in general. I have had orgasms on nine of the seventeen days of August. That would seem like a lot. I am still forty-two orgasms down from my normal rate, though. That puts my total denied orgasms, from starting this in mid June, at one hundred and eighty. We will likely hit the two hundred mark before the month is out. Oddly enough, I have not yet panicked.
Now, back to what I was alluding to at the beginning of the post. Today will be the third day since my last orgasm. We never decided to start back up. It just kind of happened. Last night, NW wasn’t feeling well. The night before, there was too much going on. Life dictated that we start back up, even if only for a few days. Will I get to have an orgasm tonight? I have no clue. As NW likes me wound up a bit for the weekends, though, I am guessing not. Of course, that doesn’t preclude not feeling well, or life, thwarting us even if we do have plans.
In the past, this was easily remedied by my wanking it…a lot. Since I have told NW that I won’t, even though she says I can, I haven’t. Then again, I haven’t had an overwhelming urge to do so.
So, that is where we are. NW has been craving some stern attention from me, but she has a Dr. appointment next week and we don’t want to scare anyone. We are playing it by ear.