9/13/2016 - Describing the Indescribable
9/13/2016 – Sometimes I find the English language or any language inadequate to express the way I feel while I’m bating my penis. When I’m in the middle of a bate I want to shout, “I fucking love bating my penis!” The words are not enough. I have tried to bate while I write my blogs and it just doesn’t work. The other day a phone call had cut into my writing and bating time and I tried to combine the two. It just doesn’t work. Writing requires complete mental and manual control. Bating is just as demanding if not more so. The concentration, the ecstasy, the consumption of the entire, physical, emotional and spiritual body is so demanding that when I am bating everything else in my life disappears. Unless it’s another bator I will not answer the phone. When it comes to penis time, he gets my full attention. And why shouldn’t he? For every stroke I give him he returns my attention 100 fold if not more. As I reflect on my most recent bate I remember wishing I could put into words what I was experiencing while bating. I simply am not articulate enough to verbalize it. The experience defines metaphysical. Metaphysical literally means beyond the physical.
The strange thing is masturbation is a very physical act, through the simple up and down motion on a man’s very rigid sensitive penis, the penis is excited way beyond the normal everyday feelings that a penis has just by hanging softly from a man’s scrotum. But masturbation, more often than not, begins well before a man’s hand begins fondling his expectant cock, stroking his waiting balls. Just that first touch is so welcome, it’s as if the penis and testicles say in an almost petulant tone, “Yeah, it’s about time. We sure needed that attention, come on let’s get busy, we’ve got a whole bunch of cum to release. Hurry up, Guy, give these gonads a break, I know you just bated us, but it seems like a month, since the last time you bated us.” And you’re like, “Dude, we just had a great session yesterday.”
It’s amazing how accustomed well-bated penises get used to being bated regularly. The odd thing is I’ve been playing with my cock for almost my entire life. One would think that the regularity would develop into a humdrum routine. Something that has become so commonplace that it becomes boring. But the truth is it never is boring. If anyone disagrees I’d love to hear from him. No it seems to become cumulatively better. I find myself saying to myself, “I can’t believe how great this feels.” And yet I did the exact same thing yesterday in the exact same position at the exact same time. How can it feel so great a day after? And that is the most interesting thing about bating. It always feels wonderful, exceptional, fantastic, outstanding. There simply aren’t enough superlatives in the English language to describe how incredible bating and bating for longer than it would take to drop a load feels. It’s exceeding the norms of our old masturbating habits that excites the feelings that make it so wonderful. I don’t know about you but I’m gonna keep exploring the outer limits of bating. Perhaps I’ll be able to put into words these indescribable feelings inside my bates.
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