I managed to masturbate without the benefit of porn last night. It was tough, but not as tough as the morning session would have been. The orgasm... less than stunning. But nothing to complain about. Of course, the entire time I was flicking through mental images of porn... and of course imagining having sex with Martin.
Martin hasn't e-mailed me since like... two days ago. It's not really abnormal from him and I fully expected it... except I didn't fully expect it. Not fully. I'm pretty much just disappointed because... well... I want him. Often. I have to assume I won't be seeing him this weekend... or probably next, either (because of the holiday). He is someone I've got to get off my mind. And probably never should have slept with because I KNEW this was going to be a problem. Dammit.
I put in my tongue retainer last night to see what it looked and felt like. First off, my piercing is all but completely healed. I'm sure the surface inside my tongue is still very tender and new but it doesn't hurt at all. Sliding the new barbells into the hole is a really unique experience and kind of creepy. I left the barbells out for a minute so I could talk and feel what that was like... and that's really weird too. Having tried that, I put the retainer in and basically it feels the same. I'm hopeful I'll be able to spend many of my days with the retainer in and be, essentially, under the piercing radar. And able to talk and eat like normal. Not that either is too much of a problem anymore... but....
In fact, I've decided I really love my piercing. It keeps me amused for hours on end and of course it has a wonderful application. I couldn't really ask for more.
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