u/East-Rate287

Chasing is searching for a feeling you don’t know. Expectation is deciding in advance what the session is allowed to be.

It's interesting reading people have their first dry orgasm one day and then seeing a post a week later that they've tried 3 more sessions and can't get back there. Chasing or expectation?

I've been finding more and more that my toy-less sessions are as good or better sometimes then my toy sessions. It seemed odd at first - how could less stimulation give a deeper result? It's only recently that i've discovered another variable - I don't really plan my toy-less sessions. They just happen when I'm somewhere and I'm comfortable and I have some charge, energy or desire that i want to let move, so I do. This is often fully clothed and can even be sitting. The new difference between the toy-less vs toy sessions types now comes down to expectation.

I planned a session for last Saturday when I had all the time in the world and was going to use different toys and all of XYZ. I looked forward to it for 4 days. When i got to it i was so worked up and overwhelmed after a crazy week, it ended up being a quick hybrid session with nothing more then an aneros and stroking. I was so relieved I had tears. I lay there longer after than during. All those expectations and on the day it just didn't happen.

Yet, Tuesday night, I felt in the mood and the same physical scenario ended up in an hour surrendered dry rocking into my hand until a wet finish. The difference was how I felt. Come to last night (Thursday) I tried to recreate the surrendered hybrid of Tuesday and realised i didn't want that toy or my cock touched and just lay there for a gentle dry session for 30 minutes until my body just decided it was done...

Planned toy sessions carry a script. Unplanned clothed ones don’t. Less stimulation can go deeper because there’s nothing you’re supposed to produce.

In full Aussie bogan lingo:

So there i was roight, smokin me a roast beef on Sundy. Thinkin to meself how some salsa and a farkin garlic naan would go alroight wit it.

Stops speaking like a tv commercial cause we can't actually hear our accents..

I actually just bought a b-vibe snug plug #2 and have been very happy with a few hours of wear the day prior. In the past I'd used massagers but they weren't the most comfortable after a few hours sitting or doing certain tasks so i want something more fit for purpose. The snug has 2 weighted balls in it that move... It's kind of a head tilting intriguing curiousity thing to jiggle in your hand... I feel like... My brain can't feel them but my prostate can?

But i was smokin me a roast... Plug in.. tunes on... About to open a fresh beer... And i didn't have naans... Hmmmm - There's an IGA (groceries) at the end of the adjacent Street... and really... How long would it take to go in and out to get naans? Like... Car - naan - pay - car... "Pffff - I can do that!"

Morgan Freeman voice: "but he couldn't do that"

IGA: pulled up with the confidence of a man being subtley pleasured by his super sensitive perineum on a firm car seat. Very bravely: "Hmmm this is good. I could do this more often".

I've only just started to being able to hobble better after a foot injury 3 weeks ago. It occured to me about 3/4 way from the car through the front door to the bread aisle that i hadn't actually walked more then a few metres with this plug in before. I worked this out when i felt my prostate sit up and poke my left knee - my entire body moved like a giant poked a little walking figure making them unsteady on their feet. It was about this time i recalled i had several involuntary dry orgasms the day before... And i never used to get that with the old setup....

By the time i reached the bread and looked up at the shelves my mind was starting to question its safety. Some semblance of my logic was like "Hey dude - we've been coming here for 4 years. There ain't no fuckin naans where the bread is". Upon hearing this my mind was drawn back to the spasm frequency increasing. It was around this point that some mild panic started. My logic had determined that there was no one further up that aisle so it announced with authority "WE'RE GOING THAT WAY". MF: "We did go that way...." Nearly to the end of the aisle where i looked up and could see the reflection in the fridge - there was no one behind me and i could see the reflection around the corner. That semblance of logic said "Safety!!"... It began...

I had to grab ahold of the shelf while my knees danced in both directions... My arm pulling up so my body didn't sink down further. The other hand holding my mouth so nothing can escape. Tears are coming out of my eyes while i half laugh and cry while the rest of the dry orgasm let's go and slaps me in face... I'm sure it was only like 30+ seconds and not the 5 minutes it felt like...

When the Aftershocks finally calmed down i let go of the shelf and wiped the tears out of my eyes. I then not so bravely: thanked the universe... The sun... The laws of physics... Buddha, God, allah, bishnu and the fuckin cool aid guy that no came around the corner...

I only made it to the next aisle - i found some tacos and wasn't sure if i should risk anything further. A guy walked past me then i bent down and grabbed them. Logic: "bending was fuckin dumb genius!". SPASM.... head down and a little defeated, i just hobbled to the counter. Paid. Moaned walking out the door. Kept my kool like a person tensing shoulders and holding there arms down awkwardly while hobbling to the car. Opened the door and sat down - my body half exploded and I smashed my sore foot on the brake pedal as my hands tried to catch my head as it dropped down...

2 minutes later - i casually started the truck. Drove home. Parked. Lay on the couch for 15 minutes while random spasms teased and my prostate fuckin laughed at me...

Left the stupid fuckin tacos in the truck and never got my naans.

Roast was good....