Musings on Nudity

I am impossibly hard. Though I came just two nights ago now I feel lust that usually doesn't arrive so soon after an orgasm. In fact, the past two weeks my recuperation time has shorten to mere hours. This is strange considering that the weather is colder. I read somewhere that each gender has different needs at different seasons. Men peak in the Summer while women peak in the Spring. Both slow down during the colder winter and fall months yet I've always found myself more attentive as the weather gets bleaker. Perhaps it's because I'm more prone to staying inside and hibernating.

Though I have edged close to orgasm several times, I will not come. In the past I have promised the same and didn't have the self control to follow through on the promise. I'd explode slowly as my muscles clenched to retain the flow and it dribbled out, slow and thick, from the tip of my cockhead.

Now I know enough to contain it. The weekend is coming up and I have a date. Most likely I will be used or, at the very least, inspected and I want to be in top form. I have a prediliction towards objectification and this woman unknowingly has the same. In her eyes men are good to look at and fun to play with so I plan to be on my best behavior with her.

Still, there's something lewd about going through the day in differing stages of arousal. Now, alone in my room, I lay naked and my cock juts obscene and demanding. I often wonder how women could be attracted to such an image; the nude man half in ecstasy and his cock sprouting from his midsection like some strange attachment, bobbing and leaping of its own volition. Surely women must find some humor in this idea- even the most attractive naked man can seem a bit humorous when at his most needy.