Quote: (12-05-2013 11:10 AM)reaper23 Wrote:
@jackr - believe, me I know the feeling and have many war stories to relate but I won't.
after a while though the threshold for hitting that level of memorable becomes higher and higher and higher to the point now where the only thing i can think of that will create a new high is having an entire gang of submissive women worshipping me, fanning me with palm leaves and feeding me little pickles while i wear a roman toga.
its like chasing the dragon, for me at least
in the spirit of this post i coordinated a threesome with two of my girls last saturday. we did everything my perverted mind could come up with...nary a box to be checked was missed. we spent about 7 hours in a hotel suite going at it. I was king and they were there to serve me.
for a couple of hours at the end there, I was definitely laying back with a big ole grin on my face. happy. sated. full.
had other dates lined up the next day, cancelled them and slept instead. was completely spent.
now its wed again and i'm already talking to them both about how do escalate it yet again. they're talking rape scenes, abductions, adding a fourth...etc...etc..
the chase is on to make that happen now so the energy builds and builds until it explodes and back to ground zero. but now, the bar has to be even higher.
i even told them about the roman toga thing and they said ok as long as it was dates and not little pickles (Which was a reference from Real Genius if anyone saw that).
i'll admit, the monday and tuesday blues set in, in that it all felt empty and like i had drained myself of good feelings (which I had, dopamine emptied out).
starting to feel like an addict, chasing that next high, searching, plotting, executing, moment of good --- then crash and start all over.
i told a girl that for me, being a great fuck - hell - the greatest fuck ever was something i was really proud of about myself..something i like a lot about me. and i wonder. by tying so much (not all mind) of my self satisfaction to something that behaves like a drug might not be such a good idea.
sigh, the player ennui in me continues.