Saturday, 5 November 2011


Am I capable of doing any work for college? I don't know. Probably not in this state, anyway. I may have the same thing that Lady P has and I'm suffering quite heavily from it. I made it through college on Thursday, and even yesterday, by some miraculous circumstance (although I burned myself out completely in the afternoon), and I also made my way through a James gig yesterday evening - seated, of course, as it was at the RAH!, but a marvellous spectacle, so I'm glad I went.

I woke up this morning a physical mess however. My voice has shifted from tenor to baritone to alto (at least it would if I could sing) and when I do try and say anything it comes out as a cross between a squeak or a quiver or a moan. I could play Yoshi's Island in bed, but that was about it. Getting out of bed was an uphill struggle when the hill is particularly grumpy, and going downstairs to make myself lunch was akin to throwing myself against a wall of rusty spikes. I don't do well when I'm ill.

"Thanks for doing me that favour. I'd kiss you," I said to one of my fellow students the other day, "but I'm not sure if you swing that way."
"I do, actually," he replied, "...but I don't want your cold."
I don't blame him.

So what's a boy to do? I got my college work out this afternoon, and just stared... blankly. What do I do with this, again? How do I execute such a bold move? I've already done two assignments, what do you mean by two more? Where? How? Why? What? Help! I stared at my blank computer screen, the cursor flashing back and forth, mocking me. And, what's worse, I found myself inexplicably aroused. Damn you, overactive libido. Why do you make yourself awkward at the worst of times?

I figured, eventually, that if I took matters into my own hands, I'd end up feeling better, and maybe even able to tackle this work. So, my head in a fog, I put on some softcore and masturbated to orgasm.

And an incredible thing happened. I felt comfortable. I felt peaceful. I knew what was coming - every note of music, every movement of bodies, every contortion of limbs. I knew it would turn me on, and it did. I just lost my addled brain in the moment and let my feelings take me over. And suddenly, every unpleasant sensation dulled itself. This was before orgasm. Yes, after orgasm, it returned, slowly but surely... but in those minutes before orgasm, flicking through the soft porn and occasionally delving into my imagination, all I felt was peace. So, all things considered, indulging myself wasn't such a bad idea actually.

Even when I'm ill.

And now to check whether I can do any of that college work. It seems the answer is still no. Humph!


Anonymous said...

I liked this post.

Innocent Loverboy said...

Thanks! I think it's quite random, but I did enjoy writing it.

Catharine said...

I love it when you blog about wanking. :p

and how did I manage to avoid getting the cold you had last time you came to visit when we spent 3 whole days attached to each other?