Huh: Just noticed it’s been 100 days since my last orgasm. For those of you who have read this little blog, denial has long been a goal for me and a tug of war with Tripp. For me, that constant simmering of desire, want, and need that exists when I’m not allowed release is, usually, something I really crave. I’ve written before about how I want to be denied but Tripp thinks I get too needy. We had gotten into a once a month deal that seemed to work (a fair compromise I suppose)
But here’s the thing: the reason for my lack of orgasm for the past 100 days isn’t because of some change in Tripp’s attitude, but because it has been the last thing on my mind. That delicious denial I usually crave has been completely absent. I have just had zero desire among all the stress we face. My sex drive went into hiding and is still AWOL.
My past post talked about the body’s response to stress. I also mentioned that I was fairly certain that the virus was going to explode again, and sadly, I was right. We live in a county where cases are exploding. It was so obvious what was going to happen. Even when restaurants here opened for “outdoor only” dining, I saw at least 50 people (not a single one wearing a mask) waiting in large groups for an outdoor table. I just wanted to scream at them and at the restaurant, which while separating people on their patio did absolutely nothing to separate people waiting. Well, those restaurants are closed again and infection rates here are climbing dramatically. The neighboring county has topped out its hospital capacity. These fun times have done absolutely nothing to lower my stress levels and I haven’t honestly even thought about an orgasm.
Because I’m nerdish, I still update my chastity tracking app even if there is little point. For the record, I’ve been locked for 677 days and my last orgasm was exactly 100 days ago, but it doesn’t feel that way. It doesn’t feel like I’ve accomplished anything. I don’t feel like a “good boy”, so to speak. It just happened, and will likely continue for some time. So day 100 passes as if it were day 10, or day 1 because it doesn’t hold any power for me at the moment. Even my previously ever reliable morning wood is inconsistent.
I’m sorry that I haven’t written much lately as there really hasn’t been much to write about. I am looking forward to a time when I can share something hot or sexy. I’m looking forward to feeling that way again. Maybe I’ll ask Tripp to make me come. I think he’d like that.
Stay well and stay safe.