- Date: 5/11/16
- Time: 12:36AM
- Location: Bedroom (of Family Home)
- Duration: 15:44
- # of Edges (Nearly climaxing and then backing away): 3
- Pass/Fail: PASS
If you're a frequent reader of this blog, you might notice that today was an aberration from the normal log entry. Most notably, I LASTED TWICE AS LONG. Now, there were many factors that led to this achievement, most of them were NOT. FUN.
To start, I currently feel as though there's an ice pick drilling into my left temple. This is due to the fact that I flew to Chicago today, and like all aspects of my being, my sinuses are extremely sensitive. The sudden pressure change upon descent was a disaster. So, while I was masturbating and becoming highly aware of my body, I was simultaneously growing more conscious of the striking pain in my forehead.
A perhaps larger obstacle to reaching my edge was the fact that I'm masturbating in my family's home, WHERE MY MOTHER RESIDES. Knowing that she is in the house is a major boner killer. Perhaps if she were unaware of this challenge and blog, I'd feel a little safer masturbating in her home. But since it's all out there, I feel like she can sense when I'm attacking my penis. I guess there is still a part of me that is ashamed and uncomfortable to acknowledge my masturbation habits in the presence of my mother. Somehow when I was back in California, her knowing that I was masturbating was much less of a concern.
If that is not enough, I am currently masturbating in my bedroom, which you'd think would be a safe, comfortable setting. However, upon my leaving for college, my mother converted my room into her YouTube recording studio. I literally had to move a camera and tripod to make space for tonight's masturbation session. At first, I was paranoid that somehow the camera was taping me. Then, I grew disturbed imagining how my mother records herself talking about sex just steps away from where I was masturbating.
I was worried that I would not reach my edge without thinking of women, but eventually it came. It was very easy to control considering the urge arrived not like a tidal wave, but instead like a pond ripple. Overall, the session was much longer, but it was mainly due to physical pain and an uncomfortable environment.
Here's to six more days of this Chi-town nonsense,