Huzzah! My thirteen day no sex streak ended last night around 9pm. I’m so glad because really, I was ready to explode! Seriously, while I know it’s not scientifically or medically possible, I swear I busted like a pint of nut gravy. That shit got everywhere. When I pulled out and went to get a towel there must have been some hanging off my dick because a big dollop dropped onto my right calf. I didn’t notice it till a little later when I was standing in the living room talking to my daughter. Slightly drying baby batter and leg hair don’t mix. Luckily my kid took no notice of my condition and I was able to grab a dirty pair of my boxers out of the hamper and wipe the spunk off my leg.

To commemorate the wonderful event I took a picture (click here) of us in the throngs of passionate love making.  Feel free to check it out, right click and save it and use it for your desktop background. I’m looking more and more hot everyday, don’t you think?

Well, let me thank you in advance for your happiness at my sexual fulfillment. Maybe tonight I’ll let Susan get hers. Today I’m taking off work, again, and Susan and I are going to see Blades of Glory at the movies. I love me some Will Ferrell. Y’all have a great Friday and super weekend!

P.S. Can you tell today I’m just a little more upbeat than my last post? There is actually a spring to my step. Too bad you can’t see. Posts about my volume of ejaculate beats posts with pictures of Civil War forts any day, right?