You know what’s the worst?
It’s not the anticipation of a punt, locking away some free time during the working day or evening.
It’s not the looking forward to it for a week ahead, watching porn to build up the mojo. Maybe I’m so horny I think I’ll book a girl for an hour, recover and then straight away call in the next available!
It’s not the “walk of shame” entering a house off I’ll repute.
It’s not the line up (or “first cab off the rank” in some shops.
It’s not the amazing suck and fuck.
It’s not the immediate post ejaculation moment of “that was a waste of money for 10 mins of pump and dump”.
It’s the realisation as I’m back in the car or train heading home that after 30 minutes I’m horny again and I should’ve stayed a bit longer and had that second girl like I planned…
Damn post nut clarity!