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I’m not planning to stop.

A thank you to 3000 followers

On Halloween 2018, I reached 200 followers.  Today, I reached 3000! 

That’s not any achievement on my part—it’s an achievement of yours.  Here’s why I see it that way.

Our culture celebrates and reinforces a conception of male virility and prowess that is based on stamina.  The ideal penis is one that gets hard and stays hard as long as it takes to bring a partner to orgasm.  Force one upon them, even, through the sheer power of its iron-like rigidity and ability to hold back until it gets the job done.

I don’t know about you, but that hasn’t been my experience. All my life, when I’ve helped my partners to come—really come—it’s been through the power of my hands and my mind (and even a trusty vibrator).  Not by pounding them with a rock-hard shaft for 30 minutes, or an hour, or more, like you see in porn, or in memes, or hear about in the stories we tell each other.  I haven’t found real life to be quite like that at all.

I started this blog because I discovered that I found the idea of losing all control over when and how I come to be erotic.  It turned me on to think of myself as being someone who would be so overwhelmed by my partner’s sexiness—by my raw desire for them—that I would be unable to stop from coming when seeing them or thinking about them.  By being so excited that the thought of being inside them that I would come before I could actually be inside them.  Turning the traditional conception of male virility completely on its head.  

I mean, who is more virile than the prejac who comes instantly?

Because you’ve chosen to follow this blog, it’s clear that I’m not alone.  By following this little blog, it’s like you’ve told me that you are turned on by the idea of the penis in your life—whether it’s yours or someone else’s—completely losing its ability to hold back and refrain from blowing its load as quickly as humanly possible.

I won’t presume to speak for you about why this is the case or why you find it hot.  It only makes sense that every one of us comes to the idea differently.

But what I ask of you is this: share your stories, share your fantasies, share your desires.  Coming prematurely is such a taboo that there is tremendous erotic power in it.  Grow that power by sharing it.  Let us enjoy this life and excite each other by sharing how and why we want the penises in our lives to lose all their stamina.  Let us revel in the excitement and desire that breaks down all barriers.

If you have a penis, it’s OK to admit that you don’t want to last.  That you want to be so overwhelmed by desire that you can’t last.

If your partner has a penis, it’s OK to admit that you don’t want them to last.  That you want them to be so overwhelmed by desire for you that they can’t last.

We are prejacs!  And we are proud to be what we are!

I wanna go out grocery shopping with a cute shy sub while they're wearing vibrating panties. Maybe with a fun toy stuffed inside them too.

I'll take my sweet time leading them through the aisles as they squirm and shift in place. Getting progressively more uncomfortable as time goes on. Especially when I reveal I have an app on my phone that controls the vibrations.

I'd make them do small tasks while we're there. Sending them to go get eggs, bread, no-- not wholegrain, I want sourdough. And baby, come on. You have to know what brand of chocolate I like at this point. It's like you want me to keep you here.

Poor thing, it must be so nerve-wracking. Side-eyeing strangers to make sure they're not paying any mind, biting the inside of your cheek to keep all those noises at bay.

Better be good, or I'll up the dial and force those pretty sounds out of you for everyone to hear. And if I'm feeling particularly vindictive, I won't let up until you're on your knees and begging me to stop.

Wouldn't that be utterly mortifying?