I saw beach Ball Humper's vid yesterday when wet riding, and it reminded me of something, that I'm not really sure that all looners have, but I do anyway, and that is the "Moment".
I suspect that Beach Ball Humper would have had to prepare for his session, filling up the bath, finding the right water temperature, getting the lubes at the right consistency, and so and so. I know with me if I actually have to prepare for a looning session, it just doesn't work, I gotta have my PVC inflatables blown at the right pressure, and ready to go when that intense "moment" of urge hits, it is some sort of alignment between the urge, the anticipation, and the excitement.
Back in the early 80s, when there was no internet, one had to rely on what was in their immediate surroundings; there was no looking on google. As my parents operated a huge catering kitchen for distributing ready made meals to inner city kiosks, bistros, and various bars, their kitchen had a number of chefs preparing meals, and with so much packaging, scraps, and garbage left over, they were always a few council bins at the back of my fathers premises. They were always lined with those massive heavy duty bin liners, and whenever going there to visit, I would nick half a dozen of those bags out of storage to take home.
This is then what I mean by the moment; when the urge and anticipation came, I would get my brothers sports pump, and start blowing up one of these huge bin liners, this often took around eight to ten minutes. When the bag was firmly inflated, I certainly felt the raw pleasure flow through my body, but the urge and anticipation had already diminished. I would eventually reach a mightily good climax, but sometimes I felt I had to force or push for it, it just wasn't spontaneous or natural.
So this is why I have the spare sofa filled with my favourite PVC inflates, the urge comes, and I can claw right a way, and........... it's bliss.
I suspect that Beach Ball Humper would have had to prepare for his session, filling up the bath, finding the right water temperature, getting the lubes at the right consistency, and so and so. I know with me if I actually have to prepare for a looning session, it just doesn't work, I gotta have my PVC inflatables blown at the right pressure, and ready to go when that intense "moment" of urge hits, it is some sort of alignment between the urge, the anticipation, and the excitement.
Back in the early 80s, when there was no internet, one had to rely on what was in their immediate surroundings; there was no looking on google. As my parents operated a huge catering kitchen for distributing ready made meals to inner city kiosks, bistros, and various bars, their kitchen had a number of chefs preparing meals, and with so much packaging, scraps, and garbage left over, they were always a few council bins at the back of my fathers premises. They were always lined with those massive heavy duty bin liners, and whenever going there to visit, I would nick half a dozen of those bags out of storage to take home.
This is then what I mean by the moment; when the urge and anticipation came, I would get my brothers sports pump, and start blowing up one of these huge bin liners, this often took around eight to ten minutes. When the bag was firmly inflated, I certainly felt the raw pleasure flow through my body, but the urge and anticipation had already diminished. I would eventually reach a mightily good climax, but sometimes I felt I had to force or push for it, it just wasn't spontaneous or natural.
So this is why I have the spare sofa filled with my favourite PVC inflates, the urge comes, and I can claw right a way, and........... it's bliss.
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