First of all, I was all proud of how often I was updating, but now we’re back to being sporadic at best. Some of this is owing to the fact that, in the lead up to Thanksgiving, I was baking like a madman. I sold some cheesecakes! So far, just a plain, a (gluten-free) turtle, and two eggnog-pumpkin, but hey, they’re sales, and they’re helping add some income for Christmas. But damn, in my home kitchen, which is functional, but still somewhat small, those, along with the cakes I was making for family gatherings, took a hell of a lot of my time. I put a lot of love, effort, and creativity into my cheesecakes, and people who like them appreciate that. In fact, the buyers all claim my cheesecake beats Cheesecake Factory. I tend to agree.

But I didn’t come here to tell you that.

Lorelei, due to the Epic Sinus Infection From Hell™, had to take some fairly strong antibiotics - the kind that interfere with the efficacy of her IUD. Which means no vaginal ejaculation. Which is really bothering me. Now, of course, while this is going on, we are, at her suggestion, experimenting more with oral and anal, but I really miss just good, old-fashioned filling her dirty cunt with a hot load. You see, I’m really into fluid bonding, for several reasons, which I may someday write about, should I ever be able to clearly articulate them to myself - i.e. further self-examination is required. But not the least of these reasons is that I genuinely feel a connection to her, from a primal “marking my territory,” to a deeply emotional manifestation of trust and love.

It’s been a while (since sometime before Thanksgiving), in with how long it can take for the residual effects to wear off, it could be Christmas before we can safely swap fluids.

And it’s driving me crazy.

I find myself, during intercourse, constantly yelling at myself to stop, and sometimes I’m not sure if I’ll be able to. And I know she won’t. Neither of us are very good at knowing when to stop.

So, here I sit, feeling somewhat sexually frustrated, because I’m missing that connection. Well, and the best orgasms of my life. That’s another thing worth missing, right?