Coitus Interruptus
reverendhornibastard
Depraved Deacon of Degeneracy
I’ve never been fond of coitus interruptus.
I’m still not. But the radiation therapy for my prostate cancer has forced me to reconsider my views on this subject.
I’m now slightly more than half way through my regimen of radiation therapy. It has proven to be far more debilitating than I was led to believe. It really knocks me down and my libido with it.
But Mrs. Hornibastard III has long had a knack for getting me and “Pink Floyd” worked up. I’m not complaining. It’s still good, filthy fun … at least until my moment of truth approaches. Then things become very uncomfortable.
As my gland finale nears, an odd and distinctly unpleasant sensation arises in my prostate, a place where I never before had any sensations whatsoever. It’s not exactly a “painful” sensation but it’s definitely unpleasant, sufficiently unpleasant that it derails my journey to ecstasy and causes Pink Floyd to faint dead away.
Still, despite never arriving at my destination, the journey is better than nothing.
Compared to some of my new pals at the radiation therapy club, I should at least be grateful that my hydraulics still work.
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=11585
I’m still not. But the radiation therapy for my prostate cancer has forced me to reconsider my views on this subject.
I’m now slightly more than half way through my regimen of radiation therapy. It has proven to be far more debilitating than I was led to believe. It really knocks me down and my libido with it.
But Mrs. Hornibastard III has long had a knack for getting me and “Pink Floyd” worked up. I’m not complaining. It’s still good, filthy fun … at least until my moment of truth approaches. Then things become very uncomfortable.
As my gland finale nears, an odd and distinctly unpleasant sensation arises in my prostate, a place where I never before had any sensations whatsoever. It’s not exactly a “painful” sensation but it’s definitely unpleasant, sufficiently unpleasant that it derails my journey to ecstasy and causes Pink Floyd to faint dead away.
Still, despite never arriving at my destination, the journey is better than nothing.
Compared to some of my new pals at the radiation therapy club, I should at least be grateful that my hydraulics still work.
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=11585
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