I feel alive when my cock is hard.
My cock, soft, can deaden me.
If you touch my cock, and if you do so with hunger in your eyes, my cock will spring to life, almost certainly. I will spring to life.
If you do as I ask – whether we are in the same place or separated by thousands of miles – my cock will grow hard.
Beauty doesn’t stiffen me. Thoughts don’t stiffen me.
Interaction makes my cock hard – physical touch, compliance. I have written, often, that I want a woman to respond to me like a finely tuned sports car. Increasingly though, I realize I am the finely tuned sports car. I respond exaggeratedly to even the slightest stimulus, positive or negative.
Lovely! This made me giggle and gave me quite a bit of relief to know without a shred of doubt that no, really, couples are not living the fantasy all the time