Is The Eunuch Orgasm Extinct?
Posted: Sat May 19, 2018 5:23 am
Still seeking The Orgasm as a eunuch? How's that working out for you?
With zero libido, I entertain infrequent erections. Sometimes, when Mars is in opposition during a Summer month in an even-numbered year, I will decide to mount up. My little pony trots stiffly for a minute, then gets winded and wobbles around. The jockey, a thumb and two fingers, reins in tighter.
Thing is, the tiny gelding has no erotic oats left. When I nuzzle his head he doesn't feel it. Somewhere deep down, though, some dim kinkiness remains, so I concentrate on his belly, thrashing away, tensing my thighs together and sucking in the pelvic muscles. After about 30 minutes I reach the edge of an orgasm.
When it trips over, I feel no throbbing, no spasms, no pumping. The mild sensation rolls along over one steady plane, like a trembling stretch after a nap. A garnish of clear juice leaks away with no urgency. And it's over. The brief satisfaction seems hardly worth the exhaustion.
Over on PornHub the cowboys are grunting and pumping out streams of thick white lather. Did I ever do that? I can't remember. Masturbation seems now a blind journey, a futile attempt to reach Las Vegas. I pack away the tack and wait for Mars to swing around again.
Yep, I'm on TRT, but it serves little good for this purpose. My sexual pleasure rides its twilight downhill run, and not much longer, I fear, till that last walk to the stable. If you have to whip him out of the stall, forget the trail ride.
How is it for you? On TRT or not, do you still enjoy The Orgasm? Or did you put yours out to pasture?
With zero libido, I entertain infrequent erections. Sometimes, when Mars is in opposition during a Summer month in an even-numbered year, I will decide to mount up. My little pony trots stiffly for a minute, then gets winded and wobbles around. The jockey, a thumb and two fingers, reins in tighter.
Thing is, the tiny gelding has no erotic oats left. When I nuzzle his head he doesn't feel it. Somewhere deep down, though, some dim kinkiness remains, so I concentrate on his belly, thrashing away, tensing my thighs together and sucking in the pelvic muscles. After about 30 minutes I reach the edge of an orgasm.
When it trips over, I feel no throbbing, no spasms, no pumping. The mild sensation rolls along over one steady plane, like a trembling stretch after a nap. A garnish of clear juice leaks away with no urgency. And it's over. The brief satisfaction seems hardly worth the exhaustion.
Over on PornHub the cowboys are grunting and pumping out streams of thick white lather. Did I ever do that? I can't remember. Masturbation seems now a blind journey, a futile attempt to reach Las Vegas. I pack away the tack and wait for Mars to swing around again.
Yep, I'm on TRT, but it serves little good for this purpose. My sexual pleasure rides its twilight downhill run, and not much longer, I fear, till that last walk to the stable. If you have to whip him out of the stall, forget the trail ride.
How is it for you? On TRT or not, do you still enjoy The Orgasm? Or did you put yours out to pasture?