When I woke up from my very long, very restful sleep this morning I was horny. When I reached down to touch myself under the covers I was wet. Not wet like when I'm with someone I'm really into, but wet enough. So I masturbated. And it was good. Several times I almost stopped to find SOME kind of porn (I am an addict afterall) which would have gotten me there in seconds flat. Instead I struggled with my own personal demons and forced myself to close my eyes and just fantasize. Conveniently Spencer (my new potential lover) was on my mind. I've only seen two pictures of the guy. God knows what kind of evil troll he could actually be, but at this point I give him the benefit of the doubt. So yeah. Fantasies.
My fantasies aren't generally that vivid or interesting. Perhaps part of the reason I often have such a hard time getting off. I can't always stay in the moment but my fantasies are just... not generally enough. But I was envisioning him and I together... the feel of his breath on my skin... just the details... wondering what his cock would feel like and all of a sudden my mind was back on Keith and the feel of his cock resting in the crack of my ass as he rubbed me... the way my entire attention was suddenly and irrepresively centered on that heavy, hard piece of flesh, the rest of him forgotten.... and then I stopped myself because you know... much as that particular memory was just so vivid... so THERE for me... I was fantasizing about Spencer and wanted to keep it that way.
So with thoughts of Spencer's I went back touching myself. A few surprisingly sweaty minutes later I came. A minute or so later I got up and nearly fell over, dizzy. It was a good morning.
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