HOW STRANGE

THE DAY

PROGRESSES

A Creative Commentary

By

David A. Archer

02/15/1968

11/08/2006

I have noticed something as of late. that something is that there seems to be an incessant stream of pornography broadcast from somewhere unknown, that continues to run through my head.

I can always remember having rather good skills within my cognitive capacity... and I can even remember what I would consider to be the average guys thoughts about sex through my life time... but here I am at 38 years old, and find that somehow my cognitive balance has been divided into that which seems to control my motor functions, and that which is seemingly over ran with the thoughts an adolescent kid might have about finding some password to a free porn site on the internet.

It makes me then think about my sexual drive in the larger sense. While it is that I no longer possess the heathen sort of want a mid teen may have which drives them into various forms of neurotic fits within their own frustrations, I do still consider my drive to be more than adequate - even in the face of recent decisions to no longer be of interest to the modern forms of such relationships.

I do note though, another odd development as my life progresses.. being in regard to masturbation.

I seem to have developed a slight problem with pre mature ejaculation in and relating to such activities.

I don't mind so much being that it saves me time in completing the duty and experience I find myself now less and less interested in... but it alarms me to some degree being that I manage to do so in such a short order of time.

The heightened sensitivity may be as result of recent added girth as the nerve endings pertaining to such an area now find more blood flow and stimulation from such.... but it is still just kind of weird.

I can't imagine having had this level of sensitivity in my hay day so to speak! I hardly even missed an opportunity as it was... I can't even begin to think of how much more time I would have spent in repetition of such moments.

In fact, truth be known, it is quite the challenge to forgo such activities even now as a standard and normal part of the every day... especially considering the obnoxious, and seemingly from somewhere else, stream of bad porn type of thoughts.

If I had to describe it, it seems like the kind of thing a person might imagine originating in some dark cell somewhere with some cross dressing, hairy knuckled guy "pounding out the hits" so to speak, through broadcasting his fantasies.

It is really kind of beyond creepy.. and I don't think I would find interest with myself, if it weren't that we didn't have to spend so much time together. Maybe it is just the thought of the hairy guy creeping into the mix that truly brings a distaste....

...or maybe I am just aging nicely and finding old thoughts and fantasies no longer of the quality I see of myself?

I do enjoy, as do others, the thought of human exchange in various ways.....

But I find now that perhaps what was "hot" as a teen and mid twenties guy, just isn't the direction of my existence.

Then again, who can resist a good spanking?