the mystery of male arousal

I’ve often wondered how long a man, truly, can be aroused. As a woman, I know the time is long – I can be aroused for hours and hours, like a slow simmering pot. There doesn’t even have to be an orgasm near the end – so long as the arousal doesn’t reach that state of “critical mass”, it’s not a requirement to have an orgasm. Arousal, in and of itself, is a pleasurable state.

I’ve often wondered how long a man, truly, can be aroused. As a woman, I know the time is long – I can be aroused for hours and hours, like a slow simmering pot. There doesn’t even have to be an orgasm near the end – so long as the arousal doesn’t reach that state of “critical mass”, it’s not a requirement to have an orgasm. Arousal, in and of itself, is a pleasurable state.
But men are different. I’ve often wondered how long, realistically, a man could be aroused – if in fact they’re physiologically capable of a “slow simmer”. It’s a curiousity of mine that presents itself over and over in fantasy, since I don’t have a partner on which to test my curiousity. 🙂

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the subway

We were friends, business associates. Nothing more. I’d never thought of you this way before tonight. Suddenly, I couldn’t meet your eyes across the table and not think of you in this new, incredibly exciting way. I looked across the table at you and smiled to myself. You looked so stuffy. Your tie, perfectly knotted beneath your Adam’s apple, made my fingers itch to slide the silk bonds apart.

We were friends, business associates. Nothing more.
I’d never thought of you this way before tonight. Suddenly, I couldn’t meet your eyes across the table and not think of you in this new, incredibly exciting way.
I looked across the table at you and smiled to myself. You looked so stuffy. Your tie, perfectly knotted beneath your Adam’s apple, made my fingers itch to slide the silk bonds apart. Your shirt was smooth, white, perfectly pressed. All I could think about was tearing at those buttons and sliding my hands beneath, crisp hair and warm skin against my palms.

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