My partner ordered her property locked up once more last night. My habit of self-pleasure had reached a point where I could no longer be relied upon when she needed some good riding action. To my credit, we had both enjoyed too much wine and, given my age, that certainly plays a role in keeping an erection steady.
She hasn’t specified how long this period without orgasm will last for me, but the previous time lasted nearly six months, though part of it was punishment for something I did that really upset her. I have been feeling both dread and anticipation for this day. While we were showering and dressing this morning, she smiled and remarked, “one day done out of eight.”
“Eight months?” I asked. “You truly want me to go mad,” I added.
She replied, “Oh, you will manage fine,” before returning to her clothes. I never quite know what is coming from her.