It’s day 70 since my last orgasm—only because I recall it landed on July 4th, not that I remember the one prior to that, which feels like early Spring. This is only the second time I’ve hit this mark. I’ll smash my record now; my wife has no intention of letting me come any time soon.
I don’t dwell on my chastity as much as before. At first, stopping myself from thinking about it was all I could manage. Now, it’s just part of what makes up who I am and us together.
Still, today I’ve been reflecting that I have no urge for an orgasm at all. Truly none. If she unhooked me right now and told me to go ahead, I’d beg her not to let me.
What I do crave more than ever is emotional and sexual closeness with Melissa. I don’t even need release from the device to savor it. There have been countless nights where we’ve spent hours together while she keeps me locked up tight, and I love every minute of it. Plus, she allows me a ruined climax now and then, which eases some of that pressure.
I hate giving up the steady hum of desire for just seconds of pleasure when my orgasm arrives, followed by that drop-off period which feels quite real to me; even thinking about it makes me shy away from the thought of one.
I’m content feeling this way and believe she is too. Michael