No, I've not coveted my neighbour's goat, nor have I been stealing or murdering (and I'll draw a veil over adultery for now). No, I was thinking of the bit about spilling your seed on the ground, the bit that I'm told (and no doubt someone can correct me on this) is the basis for the Roman Catholic no to contraception.
Anyway three spillages in two hours seems pretty damn sinful to me. It's five in the a.m.. I'm asleep. Wet dream (God, they're great...oops, blasphemy, double damn me!). On my back, Bardot's sucking me off (in the dream I'm asleep at first) and when I came I woke up, with seed everywhere, a throbbing head and an erection that wouldn't go away. So nothing to do but, spill some more. Is it being unfaithful to masturbate next to your sleeping wife?
This time the orgasm is driven by the fantasy of entering Bardot for the first time, slowly, gently, naked on the bed, but the pace rises as the climax approaches. Jeez, that was good and bountiful too! I went back to sleep after (is it neglectful to fall asleep after a fantasy fuck or only a real one?).
When I get up for a shower 90 minutes later, I'm still aroused and naughty notions of shared soap and a hot steamy shower with plenty of lathered nudity and slippery fondling are enough to ensure a further ejaculation.
That guy Onan knew a thing or two (or three in my case). And while I'm on the subject, the hand job, done expertly, is a thing to treasure. Not as intense as a blow job, not as all encompassing as intercourse, but a sweet intimacy nonetheless.
