Nokturne
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Oh joy. It's Saturday. (said in a very unimpressed tone)
I'm not doing much...really. Just the usual sit around the house, half-erect, and half-hungover. My ex always used to tell me that hangovers made him horny. I didn't believe him until I started to experience the same thing. It's a rather unfortunate thing I think. Because I don't feel all that sexy when I am all achey and tired.
Yet here I sit, looking at porn, and chatting with strangers. Strangers who want me to come over and play. But I won't. I've lost that spirit. I dunno. As time passes, the desire to drive around in my car looking for some random person's house in the hopes of getting laid...well, that desire is gone. Now let me clarify -- the desire itself is still there, but the motivation to do anything about it is non-existent. In other words -- I am too lazy to go and get off.
I actually rather enjoy expressing my sexual self through pictures and videos that I share with online buddies. It's simple fun and a huge turn on. And when I get bored with that all I have to do is turn off the camera. There is no awkwardness -- no funny smells. No pulling cat hair from your jacket and giving fake goodbyes.
And right about here -- the train of thought derails. Toot...toot.
Hmmm...all this sex talk is compelling me to go to something wholesome. Maybe I'll go hug a few grandmas...and lob canned goods at the homeless.
Eh.
I'm not doing much...really. Just the usual sit around the house, half-erect, and half-hungover. My ex always used to tell me that hangovers made him horny. I didn't believe him until I started to experience the same thing. It's a rather unfortunate thing I think. Because I don't feel all that sexy when I am all achey and tired.
Yet here I sit, looking at porn, and chatting with strangers. Strangers who want me to come over and play. But I won't. I've lost that spirit. I dunno. As time passes, the desire to drive around in my car looking for some random person's house in the hopes of getting laid...well, that desire is gone. Now let me clarify -- the desire itself is still there, but the motivation to do anything about it is non-existent. In other words -- I am too lazy to go and get off.
I actually rather enjoy expressing my sexual self through pictures and videos that I share with online buddies. It's simple fun and a huge turn on. And when I get bored with that all I have to do is turn off the camera. There is no awkwardness -- no funny smells. No pulling cat hair from your jacket and giving fake goodbyes.
And right about here -- the train of thought derails. Toot...toot.
Hmmm...all this sex talk is compelling me to go to something wholesome. Maybe I'll go hug a few grandmas...and lob canned goods at the homeless.
Eh.