Okay. Now, we have hit a “numerical” month, as NW proclaims it. Thirty-one days have come and gone. If my math is correct, (which is no guarantee, given how late I was up) this is Day forty for Gregg. Gregg is a reader who frequently comments on my posts. Gregg, if you read this, let us know.
NW is still showing no interest in allowing me to orgasm. Honestly, I am losing interest in wanting an orgasm. I am sure that will come full circle. It is an odd feeling nonetheless. Anymore, I am mainly just craving stimulation. Even that waxes and wanes, though. The latter is likely just because things have been rather hectic. An occupied mind is not as easily aroused/frustrated.
In fact, when NW and I got together last night, it became apparent that neither of us was overly in want. We ended up in a sixty-nine position, but on our sides. (Anyone know what that is called?) I devoured her sweet pussy. And, yes, it tasted mildly sweet. She, finally, gave my cock some stimulation. Of course, as is the case anymore, I was at edge in no time. I was edged multiple times. She had multiple orgasms. Our youngest was at the door, melting. It was quick, interrupted, but got the job done.
This morning…nothing. I was up so late. NW was out of bed forty-five minutes before I even woke up. Fortunately, we still have the afternoon.