I can't remember the name of the comedian, but he discussed the vararies of Viagra use: He said that for him, foreplay consisted of him asking his wife "Am I taking this pill or NOT?" Unlike that fella, my wife prefers spontaneity as much as possible, which is kinda tough when you're spending $20+ for a dose of something that only lasts 4 hours (Viagra, still). What winds up happening is one morning each weekend, I get out of bed about an hour before I think the little lady is gonna wake up, and I take the little blue happy pill, then try to ambush her when I think she's in the proper frame of mind as soon as possible after she awakens. Sometimes that works just fine, and sometimes I wind up taking a reeeeally long shower to get at least SOME use out of the the danged pill after for whatever reason she has decided she's not in the mood.
Sometimes I don't even, uh, pursue things all the way to completion when that happens-- I fantasize and fondle just enough to make the little big guy stand at attention, and I just enjoy that ready-for-action feeling for a while.... When you have ED and you finally get a chance to have a full-blown (no pun intended) erection, its a feeling akin to The Big Bang Theory's Sheldon Cooper screaming "IIIIII HAVE THE SWOOOOORD OF AZEROTH!!!" This non-completion practice works out well on rare occasions when my lady changes her mind-- she catches a glimpse of her Big Clean Man getting out of the shower, takes in a whiff of his freshness, or remembers watching Jude Law in The Holiday the night before and becomes aroused enough to drag me back into the bedroom or have me right there for breakfast instead of those eggs she was cookin'. On those days, I am indeed a very lucky man....
On this most recent occasion when I was all firmed up with nowhere to go, however, self-arousal got the better of me in the shower and finished me off, which was good because my lovely Queen decided to finish her eggs instead of me that morning. But that evening, she gave me a deep, rousing kiss when she walked by me, and as I was at the sink brushing my teeth after dinner, she came up behind me and reached between my legs and tickled the family jewels. After I finished coughing up the toothpaste I'd swallowed, I washed down a Lil' Blue with my rinse water and hoped it wouldn't take too long to take effect. Success! In about twenty minutes we were good to go.
Now I guess it's irresponsible to tell you anything encouraging about ignoring the package warning and taking two Viagras in the same day (albet at different times), but as you know from a previous post (which you've already read, right? Ha!) it had a wonderful effect on me once before, and this time was no different: I felt freakin' HUGE and hard as STEEL! Unlike the loss of control that some guys get when they're so expanded they're about to pop, it felt so damn' GOOD as my little gymnast performed her pommel horse routine on me that I didn't want it to ever stop. She rocked my world, as she always does, but though I moaned and moaned with every stroke, it was forever before I finally went over the edge-- part of which is a function of aging, I suppose, but I think the extreme hardness (maybe combined with an increased feeling of confidence?) kept me in the plateau phase for an inordinate amount of time.
I'll be honest and tell you I never really know when she comes, other than quite often she will whimper just a little bit and pause for a second... but then resumes whatever she was doing before, hardly a break in stride. She did that this time, but then collapsed and laid forward on top of me, exhausted. I had to finish by thrusting up from under her... and when I finally did come, the narrowing of the canal by the exteme engorgement of my cavernosas made the ejaculation feel as if I was exploding out through the nozzle of a power sprayer. It was the most powerful climax I've had in, like, EVER.
If you're prone to Viagra-induced priapism, then obviously you should not do this, but I think if I were as rich as Hugh Hefner and could afford that candy dish of blue pills next to the bed, I'd be (literally) sorely tempted to go for Round 3, or even more... until a trip to the hospital was necessitated, at least. Luckily, my pauperism will likely keep me from ever experiencing such heinous abuse!
