Locktober Fail, Wet Dreams & Pet Play Fantasies
Yeah, so Locktober was a bust. It was over before it could even begin in earnest, I just didn't know it. I've talked plenty about how touchy my bits are down there, and how they like to disagree with me, and this time was no different. At some point, between shaving and locking up, a teeny tiny cut must've gotten infected and I didn't realize it until too late. I thought it was minor irritation at first so I didn't give it time to heal, and the dang thing ended up taking weeks instead. Bummer. Not all is lost, though. I haven't played with my little buddy down there and I haven't done any (voluntary) cummies all month! Now, I won't lie, the temptation pops up its ugly little head every now and then. But it's not a real , credible threat, you know? It's more like an echo, a ghost from a time long past when the tiny thing would still see some action. It's not that I wanted to play with it, or that I wanted to cum, but more of a reflex calling...