I keep saying I'm freaked out over the third (or is it second, or is it first ... does it matter?) wave of the coronavirus pandemic. And yet I'm not cutting down on the risky behavior. Well, I'm not going to stripper parties, a couple of which still seem to be going on. But two weeks ago I reamed ****e, and last week I got an HJ from *****a. Going into both sessions, I was scared that the woman I was going to see had the virus and was going to give it to me. (The thought that I could give it to her without knowing it did cross my mind, but to be honest, I wasn't thinking all that altruistically.) I would then pass it along to my parents, and since they're old. ... But no, it didn't stop me. I was thinking with my little head, not my big one, and so I went to fuck one stripper and get masturbated by another. It's been two weeks since I saw ****e and one since *****a. I have heard that symptoms of the virus begins at the earliest two days after you get infected, on average five days, and at the very most two weeks. I feel as though I've dodged a bullet.
However, wishing all your stripper girlfriends a Happy Thanksgiving provides opportunities for one-on-ones with them. I got to talking with ******a, she with the chaste massages and the creepy boyfriend. Welp, apparently she has broken up with him, and therefore I can go back and get massages from her without any fear he'll barge into her apartment. Or call in the middle of a session. And I immediately struck while the iron was hot. I had thought about seeing her, and then I didn't because of the boyfriend, but once she said he's out of the picture, I arranged a massage with her for today/Saturday.
That's not to say that'll lead onto anything else. I'm sure ******a will remain adamant nothing will happen, like she has vowed before. And I'm OK with that. The thing that I want is to get naked in front of her. Ostensibly I say that I want to be completely naked because there's this damned knot around my left hip and buttock, and it doesn't feel right for her to knead my ass with fabric in the way. Really -- and don't tell her this -- I just want to be naked in front of her. And, maybe her hand will slip and accidentally touch my junk.
Hanging out with my wang out in front of a beautiful woman may not be a thing worth risking getting the 'Rona for. But like with the previous two women, it's only one other person. I'm not sick and I'm sure she's not sick, although that doesn't mean squat when it comes to passing along this virus. Finally, she has comorbidities that definitely will put her life in danger if she also contracts this sickness, so I think she would be much more concerned with getting it than I am, and if she agreed to massage my ass ... maybe it's alright.
No. That's a self-serving excuse. I just want to show ******a my penis. But in the wake of this surging pandemic, she will be the last time. I will holster my pee-pee and keep my urges at bay right after I get done with this massage this afternoon. And I will keep my shit tight and locked down until I get a vaccine. No women, no massages, no whoring. At least for a while. Maybe.
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