Photo @ Matthew Stone
Masturbating/dreaming about having sex with someone is not the same as having sex with them in real life, although it’s like 85% there. This morning I got bored of having pretend sex with Hamilton Morris, so I decided to (for the 15 millionth time) attempt to engage him in a sexy texting conversation. However he’s such an evasive, ADHD nightmare that it’s almost impossible to establish any sort of textual connection with him, and I usually just give up before making any real progress. I.e.:
Me: I just had a really amazing sex dream about you.
Hamilton: I just learned how to make a barometer!
Me: That’s hot. I want your cum all over my face.
Hamilton: A nice idea, however very wasteful! Are you not informed about the antidepressant effects of semen? Really, if I’m going to ejaculate you should probably swallow it. For your own sake. Or possibly an IV injection would be most effective?
Me: Uh… OK I guess swallowing is the better option.
Hamilton: Switched on a laser printer w/ mind.
Me: Forget it.
However having pretend sex with Hamilton isn’t actually so bad, as I possess enough superficial fragments of his existence that I’m able to carve a pretty vivid mirage of him with my mind. Like I have some photographs, and a tape recording of his voice that I can listen to on headphones while touching myself. Also I always take metal notes of his body whenever I’m in his presence, so much so that I could probably draw an impressively accurate sketch of his skeleton right now if I were put on the spot. Sometimes I even write down things he says to me and then repeat them out loud to myself mid-orgasm. Like the other day he said, “Can you pass me that mechanical pencil” and then later that evening while I was cumming alone in my room I whispered Can you pass me that mechanical pencil… It was a powerful moment.