But, I had orgasmed without touching myself. Margiehad made me cum just by manipulating my nipples, my ass cheeks, and mybutt plug. I was still in t...e contest, but I was letting someone elsecontrol me again.As I mopped the floor of the office, I realized that my boss had broughtme to my knees with only her fingers. The drugs, Xanax and the estrogentablets had combined to make my nipples a powerful erroneous zone. Thatwas bad. I'd be losing my edge when I got home. She'd once again be. Doing it on my own damn self was a way of life.Then along came DJ. As I wrote on one of my blogs, there is nothing she won't do. If I come up with an idea, no matter how weird or perverse, she's all over it. Yay for me!But, ya know, sometimes a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. And sometimes that means a good self-tug. And sometimes he wants to do it in private. I know DJ doesn't mind if I get a little pleasure by myself. I'm just not sure I want her to catch me, even though I have jacked. I laid back, my hands under my head and closed my eyes, relaxing. There was no place in my head for worry or irritation, no room for anything but the simple pleasure of connecting with my surroundings in a way that can't be done in a city. This was the real reason why I came here every summer; not the people, but the land.I don't know how long I laid out there, but next thing I knew, it was sunset and I was really cold. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, marveling at the idea that I'd dozed off. The. Maybe friends did it for each other? In the late spring/early summer of 1915, the war started in earnest. The losses on both sides were dreadful. Ruth and I increased our letter writing to about one every two weeks. About this time I realised that I was in difficultiesI could no longer separate my wonderful world of fantasy from stark reality? Something needed to be done and quickly because I had no intention of ending up in Bedlam.In a fit of panic, I tore down all the pages pasted on the wall.