these are the closing days of national masturbation month, a subject that is close to my fingertips of late these days.
it’s all about longing that throbbing in the pit of your stomach, the tingle of your skin, the need to feel vic’s skin against mine.
mastubation continues to be just an outlet. a form of relief, but i’m orally fixated. how do duplicte the sensation of hands in your hair, thighs pressed against your ears, the taste, the smell, the feel, the overwhelmed sense of joy in giving pleasure.
i should go to work. i’m sitting here frustrating myself. i have a whole ahead of me with lots of free time to do that.
