Sex as medicine..

20/7/2018

Tuesday morning, while meeting with a friend at Starbucks
on Westwood Blvd, my attempted good deed was thwarted by
an attack by a homeless guy. Okay, maybe he was not homeless.
Yet his backpack, small bag, older laptop chrome book styled
computer and nothing resembling a Starbucks purchase
on his table led me to believe that.
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Well other than getting my finger bit by this crazy homeless
guy and a few scratches on my face and arm and the emotional
drain okay for the most part. Over the last few days,
I’ve had to cancel a few meetings and extend a deadline
or two since my dominant hand was affected in the melee.
The phone calls and support from friends/people who know
me casually has felt great, especially the one offer of
a blow job from an acquaintance. <br><br>
While the doctor has me on antibiotics, there is little
if any pain in the finger...just the inconvenience of not
being able to do the simple things like pick up a pen and sign
my name at the grocery store, use my toothbrush normally
and masturbate. Even with the limitations and loss of complete
flexibility in my left hand, the idea of getting a blow job
is quite appealing as a consolation prize. <br><br>
Recently, as you may have read, an AdultFriendFinder member
has gone cold on the idea of a continuous connection, which
is her decision to make. While it would be nice to have started
indulging myself and my hard ABC* into her self-described
tight pussy, in another way it a god-send /blessing for
me. The offer of a blow job came from the Hawaiian princess
and her beautiful brown skin. <br><br>
Although we have fucked a few times previously, we have
not fucked in maybe two . The last time was after dinner
at her place in OC, or maybe it was a late night drive or what
some have called a booty call. Whenever it was, it was a while
ago and a my cock’s distant memory. The idea of her blow
job did make the situation feel better. So maybe sex is good
medicine too!