Fell Flat.

So last night I decided a month was long enough. Time to get off. Neither you nor I can believe it had been so long.

I started off by trying to find some decent free porn on the 'net**. Made due with Tony Comstock previews, then took to bed. I started off slow and deliberate, easing off when it seemed a climax was imminent. What I was working toward was the slow, rippling effect of sheet lightning, as when you're on the plains and can see the flashes trip across the horizon, one after another. It really took all my will. Finally, in haste, I grabbed one of the other vibes and went for it.

Too fast. Too hard.

Sure, it worked.

But it was no firestorm. More like the bulb pop of a Kodak Instamatic flashcube. Puh. Done. Eh.

Oh well. Nevermind. Another time.

**Recommendations welcome.