I had a bit of insomnia last night, till about 3am, when suddenly I was falling asleep. So to bed I went.
Woke up shortly after 5am, for no apparent reason, and horny as hell (also for no apparent reason). Hubby was out cold, as was hubby’s johnson, rendering him completely useless. I stared at the ceiling till 7:30, then went to work.
This, for me, is frustration.
One late night, two drunks at a bar were arguing about the difference between irritation, annoyance and frustration.
“Listen,” the first drunk said, “I’ll show you irritation.” He went to a pay phone and dialed a random phone number. A sleepy voice at the other end mumbled hello, and the drunk asked “Is Fred there?” The voice mumbled “wrong number.”
“Okay,” said the drunk. “Now I’ll show you annoyance.” He waited a couple of minutes, dialed the same number, and again asked for Fred. This time, the voice at the other end was wide awake and filled with anger and foul language.
A couple of minutes later, the drunk said “Now I’m going to show you frustration.” He dialed the same number and said “Hi, this is Fred. Any messages?”
I know you said in the other thread he doesn’t like toys, but don’t you have a bathroom with a locked door?
Go in there and make yourself feel better.
Of course, I can’t speak for Amazon Floozy Goddess, but if I’d woken up horny as hell next to the real deal, I’d still be frustrated even if I wore out every battery-powered device in the house. 
The past three months.
I know…but she is having problems with this very thing, so I couldn’t recommend her waking him up.
I suspect that what I call “frustration,” most of you would just call “life.”
I once heard this used as the definition of pain, but I think it fits better here:
A one armed man hanging off a cliff with itchy balls.
It’s a pretty terrible thing to admit… but…
Having some computer issue and being unable to solve it without resorting to nuking the site from orbit. Doubly so if it’s a software issue.