Earlier today, I wrote about suffering from an overwhelming, distracting horniness. A faithful reader wrote, asking, essentially, why don’t I just jerk off? “Doesn’t masturbating,” she asked, “take care of the ‘urges’?”
Well, first of all, I wasn’t in a great position to rub one out today, just logistically. And my reader’s right enough, I guess, as far as it goes: rubbing one out would provide some short-term relief. But the problem is this. Rubbing one out is sort of like eating a candy bar when I’m hungry. It tastes good, and it makes the hunger go away for a moment, but just a few minutes later, I’m ready for more.
Now – if I’d been in a position today to rub one out? I surely would have. But I didn’t. And I still haven’t. 🙁