On The Mend I Think
It's been a long couple of weeks
Early last week, I came down with the flu and it hit me like a ton of bricks very quickly.
Then within hours of starting to feel badly, I got a text message from a client that one of their people who’d been in our meeting two days before had tested positive for Covid-19.
I went straight to my local hospital, put myself in “self-isolation” and they tested me for the virus within a few minutes of arriving at the hospital. In fact, the hospital had a dedicated Covid-19 clinic for testing and I was in and out of the hospital within 15 minutes.
Two days later the test came back negative, but I felt like death warmed up.
It’s been really awful, probably the worst flu I’ve ever had as an adult.
On Tuesday, I was so sick I had to get a telemedicine session with my GP who suggested I go to hospital because she was concerned I’d developed bacterial pneumonia or perhaps my Covid-19 test missed the result - so I was back in self-isolation.
I put that off until yesterday when I had the second test in the morning.
By the middle of the afternoon, armed with a ton of antibiotics, I started to feel a bit more like a normal person… albeit one still in self-isolation.
I had a shower and convinced myself that rubbing one out would open up my lungs to help me breathe, especially with the steam from the shower. Yeah, I honestly managed to convince myself of this.
I came so hard in the shower that my knees buckled and I nearly fell down, but it felt good. I went and had a nice nap afterward.
My mother has been here looking after me, albeit on a different floor of the house - we communicate by FaceTime and she brings me meals and leaves them on a tray outside my bedroom. Bless her, she leaves these little handwritten notes telling me that I’ll be fine and how much she loves me.
After having a really lovely bowl of beef and vegetable stew that she made for me from scratch at lunch, I was feeling more spritely and turned my attention to staving off boredom.
Oh yeah, you know it. I laid in bed rubbing one out.
It was so frantic, I was out of breath. I ended up flicking my bean so hard that I yelled out in pleasure. My mother called me on FaceTime, “Are you ok? I heard you yell? Did you fall? Are you hurt?”
“No, mom! Sorry… I, uh, stubbed my toe on the way to the toilet and yelled.”
Embarrassing crisis averted.
I’m feeling a bit better this afternoon, the antibiotics and steroids are obviously doing their trick on my lungs.
And as I’ve been writing this, I just got a call from the NSW Health Covid-19 testing centre to tell me my second test was negative. My GP left me a voicemail while talking to them to say that I’ve tested positive for a nasty strain of Influenza A, so to stay in bed for the next few days.
So now I know what’s wrong, I’m not infected with Covid-19, I’m well taken care of, I’m feeling a bit better, and I get to cuddle my girls again which is nice.
I’m going to hopefully have the energy to write some stuff on the weekend, but until then, why not enjoy some of my previous adventures for fun:
https://medium.com/sexual-tendencies/youre-not-the-man-i-ordered-f68fe6b47cb5
https://medium.com/sexual-tendencies/sex-drugs-and-losing-control-bb57a2345b57
Beth,
Saw your twitter comment about DP. Also good to see that your personal hygiene hasn't suffered from being confined :).
What a wonderful obsession. I have been afflicted with a DP fetish for many years. It burned far too brightly until some years ago I came across two separate M/F couples who invited me into their homes several times to share their love of it. There is a large bank of lifetime memories as a result.
The ladies involved knew how to both subtly direct and go with the flow. They were both exceptionally giving and amazingly resilient; submissive but also largely in control. Tried DVP with one of them and it was fantastic. Each had a beautiful ass that would not quit (almost) and loved being the centre of attention, in a nice way. The energy their receptiveness generated was surreal.
At the end of separate meetings with both couples, I remember each of the ladies offering me a cum on their face finish. It was a good example of how they both assumed no judgement would be made of them despite what we had been up to.
I retain a strong affection and respect for each lady, based on their generosity towards me, and the shared experiences, even though I have had no emotional attachment to them at any point. Each ensured that I completely satisfied a fantasy while acting out theirs.
BTW - both male and female participants have to forget about the normal concepts of modesty and dignity, as a long DP session gets, in a wonderful way, quite messy and sweaty with fluids and secretions all over each other. This is not Mills and Boon.
In my experience, a full-on DP is, in the right circumstances, the most wonderfully primal sexual experience imaginable for a male, and possibly a female. The sounds a woman makes during the actual peaks of a DP are matched only by those I have heard during great anal sex. The sensations, heat generated and the teamwork required to get it right transcend most other sexual activity. I loved how trusting the ladies were in allowing themselves to be positioned and ravished in the manner agreed. There was a delightful lack of embarrassment with both the males and each lady no matter what happened. The great thing for a lady is that she can be submissive or assertive in her approach to the experience.
The psychological pleasure I derived from those meetings has not been surpassed by anything other than the love I have for my wife and children.
Another lady I know, who was given a pass by her partner due to his medical impotence has said to me that nothing has ever exceeded the pleasure she felt in her head space from being simultaneously penetrated - DP with anal and even with oral as well, sometimes. She used to organize small group sessions on a regular basis for several years so that she could relive the feelings.
Given your other life accomplishments, a few good DP experiences might give you even greater self belief and confidence :). I can only imagine how you would write about them.
Love your writing, I find your turn of phrase and Ausiness really interesting. Hope you feel better soon