A smorgasboard of random PE experiences
As the title promises, this is a collection of things that have come up, that I’ve done, noticed, or just feel the need to share since starting PE- also perhaps a place to add more fleeting PE thoughts in the future. Most of it is pretty random, and doesn’t justify a post on it’s own so I’m going to just throw it out there in one burst. If it any of it prompts a chuckle, sparks a debate, or gives you the need to reply then so much the better:
1.) I came across Thunder’s when I accidentally (ha ha!)clicked on an email for a “power jelq’er” which made an intriguing case about being an “ancient technique”. This led to a google search which led to…..Since I’d fucked with Mantak Chia’s Taoist sex business (and the bit about growing your dick) I decided to try PE. I thought it was bunk. I thought it was bullshit. Within my first few posts I was demanding photographic proof. I received it. This confused me. I started tugging on my dick. Was it getting bigger? I didn’t know. I was a wad. I was totally disorganized and undedicated. Measured like a fool. I HATED that fucking ruler- was it possible for a ruler to lie? The vets all seemed like lunatics. I didn’t get it. BigGirtha’s exploits drew me in though. Aristocane came on the map. Now it was a freak show. Now I was interested. Ooop~, that’s an actual, verified increase on the ruler!!! now I was hooked….
2.) In the beginning, I stealthed. That sucked. Then I, “came out”. Now I’m doing it to myself again with pumping. Everything else is out in the open, but since adding pumping, I’ve been getting off on showing off my pumped whang as “the result of the accumulation of my previous efforts.” What a wad.
3.) I ADS with golf swing weights. I started with 3 and now wear 5 and am moving up to 6 this week as there is more than enough room to do so. As soon as I move up to 6 I am placing my order with Monty for 4 of his heavier weights. This will be a major step for me. I drool at the thought of using those new weights, of the heft, the new PE toy, of hanging just that little bit more off of my dick month by month, year by year….
4.) After coming out of the closet with PE I felt like a real idiot. Why didn’t I do it sooner. My two significant others are mightily turned on by it. There is nothing either of them like more than pressing up against my unit when they give me a hug and it’s all rigged up with a those 5 steel weights. It’s a guaranteed hip grind. The idea that I’m hanging two pounds (what I tell them) off of my dick all day turns them both on. Who knew?
5.) Once, before I had perfected my wrap with the weights, I lost my whole rig (3 weights) in the middle of a long line at a department store during Christmas. With my hands overburdened with merchandise I was powerless to stop the inevitable. The weights fell off, fell down my pant leg, hit the top of my foot, and went rolling out from me across the expanse of the white marble floor, like little orange drones, in three distinct and separate directions. Something about their directions and rate of travel and the fact that I had my hands full made it all the more obvious that their point of of origin was my pants. Lots of stares…lots and lots of stares….How do youspell W-A-D???
6.) Once, while on holiday down in the keys with one of my chicas for an anniversary celebration I became rather inebriated and very, very horny while wearing my weights. I sprung a weight lifting, cock crushing boner all wrapped up in 5 weights. It felt dangerous. But it felt so goooooood, all drunk and hard and heavy like an anvil. Back at the hotel, I discovered that the weights actually gave me a kind of clamp effect. It was VERY hard to get the weights off. I had a kind of mellow priapic event with this whole deal. Then, like the total fool I can be, I didn’t let my SO take off the last weight which was crammed down around the base of my swollen/clamped looking dick which was looking really UGLY and MEAN. Looking down at it, I too felt UGLY and MEAN. I then proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of my SO for a very drunken 5 hours (!!!!), right up to checkout time. When I finally came and my pecker started to droop, with some effort (and some astroglide) I managed to pry off the weight which had acted like a sort of cock ring for the whole event. The result? One VERY happy and cross-eyed SO. However, My entire shaft (North of the weight) was discolored in the event- not too badly, but still obvious. Using vitamin K which is helping and almost cured, but still….This was a personal confirmation that Aristocane stylie, high intensity shit can discolor your unit, even with just one session.
7.) Once I started wearing the weights, I started getting crotch watchers and crotch brushers. Bitches who never showed anything but a slight interest in allowing me to flirt with them were now trying to give me the full court press. Whoever thinks that chicas don’t notice needs to think again. Some try to see what you’ve got, and some don’t, but if given the right chance, or an obvious eyeful almost all of them WILL check you out.
8.) I’m tearing out my normal shower and am adding a custom double headed unit. One at the regular height and one at appx. 4’ high. One for me, one for my johnson. The thought of this, for me, is PE porn. The plumber is mystified. I just told him to build it and stop asking questions. The idea for this came after I showered in a hotel room that had a shower thus equipped which was for potentially handicapped patrons. It is PE nirvana to be able to drench your unit thusly….PE heaven. I’ll keep you posted on this one.
9.) PE has helped my life. I’m more dedicated. I’m less of a slacker. I get more done. I feel like I have more time. I’m more confident. I drop cock like I’m bombing Laos- unilaterally, covertly, masochistically.
10.) I have a secret fear that I will hit my LIMIT before getting 8” BPEL. I really, really, really, pretty please with sugar and a cherry on top, want a BIG FUCKING DICK. Towards this end, I am going slow, and have thrown myself over to the notion of PE’ing for 10 years if I have to. Whatever it takes- embarrassment at the holidays, remodelling the bathroom, whatever
That’s it for now, lots more rolling around in the dome that I’ve missed I’m sure….to be continued….
THEN: bpel 6.0 eg 5.0 bpfsl 6.125 NOW: bpel 7.375 eg 5.25 bpfsl 7.625
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