Tonight I got sick, and Maymay crashed. I suspect he has some kind of mild food poisoning, although it’s also possible that he has simply pushed himself too far and his body is staging a rebellion. He is falling asleep now, next to me. This is a very early bedtime for us. In the past few weeks I have commonly seen the wrong side of the dawn.
I have the very beginning of a head cold. I can tell, the way my throat feels ticklish and round. This frustrates me. It derails the little stirrings of arousal that I like so much in the very late night. It’s hard to masturbate when I need to sneeze. It borders on the comical.
Maymay sick and horny is like a flopsy kitten ballet. On the one hand, he can barely move his body. But on the other, parts of him twitch and rotate without him even noticing. He makes small noises in his throat that echo the small noises of my squeaky, wheezing nose. It would be quite sexy, were it not mildly gross.
I have been feeling off, of late. My dominant instincts keep lying to me, telling me to try things I know don’t work. I have taken to pulling May’s hair, even when I can already see that he doesn’t want his hair pulled. It is like I’m trying to force the issue.
What is that, I wonder? Is my energy unfocused? Am I not paying attention? Am I looking for validation? Or am I just having a string of bad days?
It’s all right. every time I veer off, I always come back. It just takes a little while to learn to work the buttons again.
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