I spent an unreasonably long time trying to achieve one orgasm last night - 'trying', and I think we all know what that means, from about half past ten (c.10:30) to one minute past 1 (01:01), unsuccessfully. Until the last half hour or so, however, orgasm wasn't on my mind; I was merely enjoying myself. Alas, no luck.
This brings back memories of passionate nights with various ladies (one in particular springs to mind) wherein, through cunnilingus, fingering, coitus and even dry sex or passionate kisses, I managed to induce orgasm once or more for her, while never even coming close myself. I'd like to say that it's because I'm a selfless giver, but that isn't the case; when thrown into the moment, although I give all I can get, sometimes I just can't reach climax. I suppose that's beneficial for the lady who (hey, she just signed on MSN! Weird!) just keeps on wanting more from the young and keen boy - and I do like pleasing ladies, so I guess that, although it's frustrating when on my own, an occasional lack of ability to orgasm works in my favour... especially when it's mistaken for an ability to 'get hard again rather easily'. Now, if only I had a girl to demonstrate this with...
When I finally did orgasm last night / this morning, I ended up in the bathroom, cleaning my teeth (which I realised I hadn't done yet). The look on my face in the mirror was priceless. My hair was in its natural place, although somewhat askew - presumably through me running my hand through it; my eyes, a deep blue as is normal, were slightly less open than usual; the place just below them was flushed bright red, a colour which crept down to my cheeks. I looked slightly dishevelled, vaguely flushed, and actually unusually sultry.
Any thoughts of "hey, I'm actually rather attractive post-orgasm" flittered away as I sank into my soft, king-sized bed, clutched my toy rabbit, and drifted off into a bizarrely dream-filled slumber, which culminated about an hour ago... three o'clock post meridan. I do love holidays.