Some Menial Needs

To be perfectly honest: It is really difficult to think of sex in this day and age. There is just too much going on in the world. Mazikeen has suggested that I should stop reading the news, at least for a while. However, if I stop reading the news how would I know what’s going on in the world, sailing thousands of miles afar from civilisation? And really, being told that hundred years ago there haven’t been any news available on a sailboat in the middle of the Pacific doesn’t help either. It’s 2022, not 1922.

Joana told me last night that she has no problems with such things. Her mind is occupied by her job, her boyfriend and me. Which is nonsense. I know her priorities are different: there are her dogs and the chatter with her girlfriends, this is how her daily life looks like. Followed by the other stuff her job, her boyfriend and her BFF (aka me). We do chat everyday, that’s correct, but the only things we are talking about at the moment are her priorities: the dogs and the girls. Her boyfriend, to be fair, is only serving her menial needs. The ones I am missing at the moment, due to the fucking news.

I get my orgasms, though, Maze is never too tired to attend her duties, but they’re just orgasms, if you know what I mean. I wouldn’t even call them climaxes; I don’t need to climb anything; I just let her do what she does so perfectly well. When I talk sex, I mean stuff that requires some effort. Dominance and submission, forced masturbation, sex games, roleplays, anything that tarnish the windows. I would even do with orgasms at public places (which is a little farfetched in the middle of a bloody ocean, I admit).

So yeah, what should a girl do? I continue to read the news, sometimes opening up for some menial needs.