Tumbleweeds

anyone got a harmonica?

Damn, writing in a sex blog is hard when you're in a dry patch, and they don't come much drier than the one I'm in right now.

My sex life has always been like a rollercoaster. For instance, I was up to my ears in women from last March till the beginning of August, I had so much sex I couldn't remember what it was like to sleep on my own anymore. Then, just like that, completely barren, despite some of my most ardent measures.

A brief sidenote. I've noticed a consistent theme with sex blogs of men; namely that they never mention anything that would otherwise compromise their inflated image of themselves as some kind of casanova God. That is not the case here, I get as much as I get and I'm happy with it, I don't feel the need to lie here and try to portray myself as something else.

That said, I have been in a monk-like state of sexual abstinence for some time now, I estimate around three months, and thus there has been a severe lack of material to post here. Alas, I have no muse from which to draw inspiration... but I have come to the conclusion that this is a very good thing, and yes, I'm even thankful for it.

Truth be told, I was so inundated with women last year that I'd forgotten how to be grateful for it. I simply took when I was hungry and thought less of it. Now, I am hungry again, I am lightheaded at the smell of women's perfume, my heart beats faster whenever I flirt, and I've even learned how to do that again as well. And, instead of merely satisfying a hunger, I will now appreciate my next sexual encounter with all the vigor of a hungry man at a feast.

Yes, being single has it's benefits, and I am enjoying them. For now, I lie in wait.

And Vice is a patient one.