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Covid-19 Is a True B****-Killer
The pandemic is having a very real impact on our s** lives
Charles Orgbon III

Charles Orgbon III

1 day ago·5 min read
Closeup on a potted cactus on a light green background. The cactus is leaning over the rim of the pot and resembles a flaccid p****.
Closeup on a potted cactus on a light green background. The cactus is leaning over the rim of the pot and resembles a flaccid p****.
Photo: Ana Gassent/Moment/Getty Images

The Pandemic Dating Diaries is a series from The Bold Italic that features moments in love, dating, and s** during Covid-19 directly from our readers. Have a story you’d like to submit? Email us or DM us on Twitter or Instagram.

Fever, shortness of breath, loss of taste or smell, congestion, and… impotency?

We all know the tell-tale signs of a symptomatic Covid-19 infection, but the virus’s attack on the world has created much quieter issues, from depression and anxiety to, yes, our s** lives. In general, many of us are having a hard (or soft) time getting it up. I would know, because I’ve still been having s** with men during the pandemic, albeit cautiously.

Since moving to the Bay Area in 2018, I’ve had my own s***** revolution. I’ve enjoyed exploring my queer s******** as safely as I can manage. For example, I finally got the foursomes I had always dreamed of. Move over 69. Try 469. But the novel coronavirus is putting a kink into my recent s***** exploration. I also can say that the penises I saw when I arrived two years ago are not like the penises I’ve seen lately. The pensises of 2020 (and now 2021) are less perky. They need more warming up, more patience, more empathy.

In an effort to reduce risk and be as safe as possible, after a few weeks of texting, a few phone dates, and a serious discussion about Covid-19 vulnerability factors, I’ve still been engaging in casual s**. The lingering risk, however, fails to match the reward when about one out of every two men I’m encountering can’t even keep it hard. “I’m not surprised by those numbers,” said Neena Joiner, owner of Downtown Oakland’s adult novelty and art gallery, Feelmore.

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“Men are coming in more frequently during the pandemic asking for help with keeping an erection,” Joiner says. Women are also coming in on behalf of their male partners, and sometimes for themselves, too. Joiner doesn’t offer prescriptions, but does offer Chinese medicinal solutions, and encourages her clients to be selective about what they put in their bodies. Joiner’s female and male enhancements, which target the body differently depending on the s**, have been flying off the shelves.

S** is just as much a physical experience as it is a psychological one, and there’s enough going on in our world to keep our minds from reaching their fullest s***** potential thanks to the ‘rona. Stress and anxiety can interrupt how our brain sends messages to our bodies, helping us prepare for s**. Yet, if those messages aren’t working as well or as quickly as expected, we can freeze up. Desire may still exist, even if the body fails to meet the moment.

Many men encounter pressure to perform. And pressure is just another word for more stress and anxiety, which just makes it even more challenging to produce and maintain an erection. Many of us have heard the term before: performance anxiety. For women, arousal is less visible sometimes, but a general disinterest in s** can come from mounting stress as well.

One time, I tried hooking up with a partner, but when he couldn’t get hard, he blamed it on having just watched the vice presidential debates. So, yeah, watching and listening to Mike Pence is a b****-killer, too.

Sometimes I am fortunate to hear an explanation from a male partner. “Sorry, a lot’s going on right now and I’m pretty stressed,” a partner might admit. “We can try again later,” I respond with a gentle smile. In this moment, they didn’t need C***** as much as they just needed to feel safe and affirmed, states of being that many of us are struggling to achieve in 2020.
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Mr John…she stammered.shhhhh I said. If I tell your mom you were actually f****** on my couch she’ll beat you ground you or? Yeah I know. How can we make this right? Well if I won’t tell you can’t tell. Come over here and sit on my lap. No straddle my legs and face me. Are we going to really f***? No sweetie. You are 13, and I’m not insane. But a little foreplay to give you your o***** would be a nice way to end your night. She edged up to me , saw the huge bulge in my pants. And spread her thighs apart and nestled her tight little a** on my legs. God she was warm. I parted her blouse snd palm ribbed her n******. A minute later she closed her eyes and leaned backwards, her tongue lolling in her mouth. I Slowely began sucking and licking her now hardening n******. Slurp. Slurp. I suckled her tips. Oh oh Mr John you really know how to s*** n******. She panted. Now I ran my fingernails from her spread open knees to her very inner thighs. She felt terrific and parted her thighs wider. I smelled her young eager p**** aroma. It was intoxicating. You smell so fresh sweetie. My name is Lizzie. Call me Lizzie. As I messaged her thighs she respread hrr thighs. Am I all drippy? She asked. I moved my fingers to the edge of her vaginal flesh. Yes swee Lizz you are a little slippery. Met I touch your very soft p**** Lizz? Yes yes I ran my fingers over the slushy slit. From a** hole to her c*** I let my fingers fiddle and wiggle in between her inner and outer lips. Nearly virgin as she was the flesh was delicate and lovely. My fingers and c*** tingled as I played with her p****. She gasped a little. Oh oh oh press on my c******* Mr John. Rub it gently. It’s all on fire down there.what’s on fire? My hot p**** Mr John. I know Lizz but it will get much much hotter . I felt up between her inner lips and gently rubbing her buttonwatcher her face contorted as she bit met bottom lip. Ooooo ooooo. Ooooo she slobbered. Yes honey let it go let it grow wild up into your belly and spread. I will get much more exciting. Her 13 yr old p**** enraged my c*** snd it twitched maddeningly. I caressed the wet button slowly and drew circles around it then tapped it seversl times. Then pinched it and then pressed on it. Then gripped the tiny button. Oh oh oh I’m i’m ( I stopped all movements. She unstiffenefd her torso and nearly collapsed. No no no don’t stop. Just for a minute. Your climb up will be even better. Oh s*** oh s*** I have to peepee. Go ahead let it come. She let loose snd peed into a cup i ok held. I watched her urinate and nearly blew my wad. She finished. I wiped her puss and slid my finger to her wet c******* again. Yes yes yes as I rolled my finger over the now very tender c*** I lifted her Fanny closer to my chest. Now my hot breath covered her c***. But also bared her tiny button slowly and hole. It was pink and puckered. Tho delicious looking I chose to use my other finger to eiggle it over her sss hole. She jiggled her a** cheeks trying to tighten them, but I pulled them apart and slid my index finger up into her lovely little yielding hole as fsr as I could. Once fullly inserted I wiggled it round and round and round. She gagged a bit but I gently lifted the hood on her c*** and sucked it into my lips. My waiting tongue began licking her c*** faster and faster. She grunted. She cried out as her wave of lust built up. As I sucked harder she waved her arms skyward snd grabbed her n******, pinching hard. A wild scream may have begun, but no sound was emitting from her gasping mouth. Her a** rippled and bounced on my legs. She stiffened and then looking into my eyes she collapsed against my body. Gasping for oxygen she sagged into e***** exstacy. Oh god oh god. I hugged her tiny body warmly. Was it good for you Lizz? I asked.

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