Day 47

Today was very difficult.  I'm not sure why but I have felt turned on all day.  I ruined an orgasm tonight just to milk myself.  The feelings remain.

Day 35

I have been writing my cuckold memoirs.  I'm presently working on a few humiliating things that happened to me during my cuckold experience.  At the time, I didn't enjoy it much but., for some reason, it is turning me on now.  It seems I've changed a lot as far as humiliation is concerned.

When people started to find out things about me, my underlying submissiveness would surface and I'd just take it.  These days I try and encourage it.  I'm not sure why I enjoy humiliation or why I like sharing it with people but I do now.  So much so that I felt like having an orgasm tonight.  Typing my life has had me very hard tonight.

Rather than break my chastity at a mere 35 days, I decided to ruin one instead, hoping it might let me write some more.

Day 27 [2]

Yesterday I was in Hereford at a bit of a loose end so I popped into a pub to waste some time over a beer (or two).  I was the only customer and was sitting comfortably by the open fire.  I half noticed someone else enter the pub and order a drink.  Next thing I know he's asking if I'd mind him joining me at the fire.  Of course I didn't, I said, and he joined me.

We started chatting about the usual kind of things (sport, where I come from, weather, etc) and were getting on quite well.  He asked if I was from Hereford and, when I said no, he said he thought so because he'd not seen my in the pub before.  He was quite the regular.

He said he spent quite a lot of time at the pub because of his wife.  I asked him why that was.  He went a bit quiet, a shy grin on his face.  Then, in hushed tones, he told me that she would tease him most mornings before leaving for work.  I asked him what he meant.  He was embarrassed but, nevertheless told me she would sometimes start giving him a hand job and then just stop as he was reaching a climax.

Naturally I commiserated with him.  I also asked him if him if he finished himself off, just to show her he could manage without her.  He laughed at this but shook his head.  He told me he preferred someone else doing it.  I agreed that that was always better.  We both laughed.

I then took a gamble.  He seemed like a nice enough guy.  I asked him if he was still feeling horny.  He admitted that, yes, he was, rubbing the front of his jeans as he did.  I looked around at the empty bar and said I'd finish the job if he liked.  He grinned and stood up, leading the way to the toilets.

Once inside, we stood at the urinal, as normal as could be.  We both took our cocks out (mine was in case someone suddenly walked in) and I reached across and took his in my hand.  He was hard and hot.  I then proceeded to wank him off.  It didn't take very long before the unmistakable splats of come hitting metal were heard.  He groaned as I squeezed the last bits out of him.  I left him to finish, washed my hands and left the toilet.

When he returned to our seats by the fire, he was carrying a pint.  He put the glass down in front of me, thanked me and left the pub.

I do like the unexpected ones.