Spillage - 2


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Continuing yesterday’s theme, I can only remember one occasion when I was surprised at the force of my own ejaculation (as measured by distance travelled). I say surprised rather than impressed because I had no idea what the average throw was. I’m bound to be below average in this as in most things sexual. Just for the record, it was 5th September, 1961, and the distance was eight feet. I’m sure about the distance, because that’s how far I had to walk to wipe it off the carpet. And the date? Well, Emma had been in the private maternity clinic for four days, and I had been celibate for five (which was the only record involved). Desperate for relief, I stood over the centrefold of a down-market girlie magazine and gave myself a much-needed hand-job. I’m sure I’ve never reached, let alone exceeded, that distance since. Mind you, I’ve seldom been celibate for that long, either. Sadly, at my age, no matter how long you remain celibate, the former projectile power is no longer there. Nowadays, it’s not so much an ejaculation as an extrusion. As I am, so will you be.

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