No Longer Works

[Blaise (imported)]

For fifteen or more weeks, I've been completely impotent. This came after several years of having low libido. Now I have fairly decent libido, but I'm entirely impotent. I may have a medical problem. I don't know. I have an appointment with my internal medicine physician scheduled for next week.

My impotence plays into fantasies that I've had for many years. I now get to play with myself for hours as I watch my computer slide show of bald women, my favorite fetish. My penis never gets entirely erect. It never stays even partially erect for long enough for me to enjoy an ejaculation.

I lie on my back to watch the slide show, while I manipulate my penis. I easily can push it entirely back into my body. I imagine having had a penectomy.

At night, I lie on my stomach the way I did as a child and place my open hands under me. I press the bottom of my hand over my penis and my upper hands around my balls. It's a pleasant, reassurning way to sleep.

It's strange feeling intensely turned on for hours without any good way to get off. I have not yet tried with my impotence stimulation of the prostate.

I don't know how long I can live this way, but for now, I'm enjoying the extreme sense of denial. :tongueout

[Blaise (imported)]

Two inside fingers to the thumb locked on each side of the glans just under the head. Thumb to the front toward the belly. This doesn't really stimulate but it maintains a presence-- a memory of what used to bring bliss. :tongueout :p

Sometimes, I simply rub my thumb across the head of my penis, while my two fingers hold the other side. I do this through my underwear while I browse the web of watch television. I can now play with myself for hours at a time without ever getting an erection or coming even near ejaculation. The torment is thrilling. This makes me want to get rid of my now little tee-tee and just be horny all the time. Still, I do miss the thrill of holding my fully erect cock--the one of which I was once so proud.

[Colonel Quack (imported)]

I can't help but be reminded of Bob Dole here...

[Blaise (imported)]

still gets off.

[slave_jim (imported)]

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[Paolo]

I believe that Colonel Quack must have been referring to Bob Dole's notorious Viagra commercials some years ago.

As for the signature quoting GW Bush, well, Bush said it ...

And as for your reply, Jim, I think it was a bit out of line and flies directly in the face of the recent announcement that I posted about attacks on the board and criticizing other members posts.

[Blaise (imported)]

Certainly, the Bob Dole Viagra and Pepesi commercials come to mind. Maybe the remisssion of my impotence lies with taking Viagra and day-dreaming about Britney Spears. I don't know, though Kristy Swansom (cover of Playboy) or Ann Sofie von Otter (cover of Opera News) seem more likely to help me get the job done.

Regardless, what interests me is the combination of my impotence--which is a kind of eunuch status, either from medicaion or some medical condition such as undiagnosed dibetes--and my penectomy fantasies. I get to sample that about which I have enjoyed fantasies. The-perhaps minor--irony of the situation gives me amusement. Still, I miss my once lovely hard penis, and I miss ejaculating.

My friend Slave_Jim was merely trying to take me seriously. I appreciate his effort.

[Colonel Quack (imported)]

taking Viagra and day-dreaming about Britney Spears

Precisely. Bob Dole likes Britney Spears.

[Blaise (imported)]

Well, she just might do the trick. The nearest local house of ill repute is named Happy Landings.