Still Don't Feel The Need To Jerk Off (As Much)

You know, in times like this when I'm anxious to the point I'm paralyzed as to what to do, I masturbate.  I did that just now, to a photo of *****e*, who took a photo of herself with her huge tits whipped out in an airplane bathroom (she lives in Miami now but is coming home for several days) and posted it on Twitter/X.  I still love bathroom selfies, especially airplane bathroom selfies, and since I haven't seen *****e* in years and probably won't ever see her again, it just, uh, came out of me.

But it's been a long, long time since I have relieved tension within myself by touching myself.  It doesn't occur to me to do so nowadays.  It's a host of things -- old age, the pandemic shutting off my constant exposure to breasts while I go to My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Edition), and the "freeze" part of the "fight or flight or freeze" reflex just making me do nothing.  But I simply don't feel the, I guess, need to jerk off.  Don't get me wrong, I still have the urges, if you read my blog on a regular basis.  But my libido has gone way down, and instances where bad times like now would compel me to crank my pee-pee are getting fewer and farther between.