After a couple of weeks of zero, the horniness is coming back. This time it wasn’t Covid related, but vaccine induced. Every year for the last 25 years, I’ve gotten an influenza shot. I actually got influenza in the mid-90’s, and let me tell you, while I was a healthy 30 year old, I don’t think I’ve ever been that sick in my life. High fever, muscle pain so bad I couldn’t move, a cough that wouldn’t quit, and bad stuff coming out of every orifice in my body. I know why people die from this. I was down for the better part of a week. Never wanting to experience that again, I’ve gotten my flu shot every year since. Usually, my arm is sore for a day or two. This year’s was different. I felt like crap. My arm was sore, but I also got muscle aches and chills. It was literally 110 degrees outside and I was sitting in a fleece and a blanket and shivering. Thankfully, that only lasted about 24 hours, but it took almost a week to feel better. Tripp got his a few days later and didn’t have any side effects
Now, because I am of a certain age, I had to get the Shingles vaccine. I waited a week after the flu shot. I’ve been told the side effects are unpleasant, but far less so than getting shingles. So I got it. My arm got very, very sore, but that was about it. Tripp got his too, but he got the side effects like I had with the flu shot, and he’s been feeling off for the last week.
So, we spent the last two weeks being rather achy and less than interested in sex. Getting older sucks, but the alternative is worse. We are just emerging on the other side and starting to both feel human again.
My horniness returned with a vengeance the other day, but sadly Tripp’s has not. My cage has been particularly tight of late. It was time to take matters into my own hands, so to speak. I pillaged the toy drawer for my favorite prostate massager. I haven’t had an orgasm in months and haven’t had any other form of relief in weeks. I attacked my ass and prostate with a vengeance and was quickly rewarded with a copious amount of delicious non-dairy penile beverage and a general feeling of some release. Clearly, my prostate needed some attention and I made quite the mess (which I licked up happily). I haven’t bothered to put that toy away, because it’s going back in at least once a day until Tripp is feeling better.
Even though Tripp has been amazingly disciplined about denying my orgasm and he’s been good about milking me fairly regularly, we went quite a while and I do need that toy in me fairly often. So, until he’s feeling up to it, I’ll just have to continue to take that matter into my own hands. It’s far less fun than when Tripp milks me, but sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do:
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Hello Doc, you are so right! Sometimes you just need a caged release…😁😁👍