I Had A Brainstorm…But Unfortunately, It Was Only A Light Shower

As things slowly get repaired in my head, I’ll try to fill you in on how I was attempted to keep the sex drive active. A quick note on sex at home, it’s still pretty rare, again, totally my brain’s fault. TW is as hot and sex and horny as ever. Me? I’m in an “Eh” stage still. We did get in a very short, but very tasty, pussy eating session last night. I ate my honey to a couple quick orgasms. Hopefully tonight, my brain will clear up enough that we can get in some awesome fuckage.

So, what was I doing in an attempt to get my mojo back? Well, let’s see. I drowned myself in work, thinking that the horrible experience of actually doing some work would somehow free my mind. Needless to say, it didn’t work the way I planned. I actually got stuff done! The horror of it all!

Then, there was the porn. Oh, I valiantly tried to visit as many sites as I could but it really didn’t help out all that much. In fact, it made me angry and even more depressed. After all, I don’t have a prayer of ever getting the FMF I’ve always wanted so why was I torturing myself with photos of FMF threeways? Yeah, my brain is fucked up like that. I’m partial to Voyeurweb for my viewing pleasures but when I started reading some of the comments left on the comment board, I just got pissed off at people’s ignorance and brutality. I found myself getting more and more angry so I changed my surfing habits and moved away from the porn.

I tried conjuring up images of the SILs, both in various stages of undress and with me pounding them hard and heavy from behind. Unfortunately, we’ve seen wwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too much of them lately. It was like in “Risky Business” where Tom Cruise is masturbating and thinking of fucking the babysitter. You know the scene. “Son, get off the babysitter…” Well, it was like that with the SIL fantasies. Instead of making me horny, I just got pissed off thinking about them and their little idiosyncrasies. Ugh, it got ugly there at the end, especially when Z told me she doesn’t bother asking me about her tops anymore. Fine, just fine. All I’ve ever asked for is a flash or peak every now and then. I’m done with them. I’ll be ignoring their cleavage from now on. Find someone else to boost your confidence ladies!

I attempted to read some blogs too but that just depressed me more. I tried reading stuff over at Literotica but I just couldn’t get into it. No, I was stuck with a dying libido. I don’t even think I got hardons in my sleep! It was that bad.

Things seem to be moving more towards horny again so I’m thinking that the worst of the depression is leaving. My only concern is that the second full moon of the month is just over a week away. Fuck! We just can’t catch a break now can we?