Every morning when I look into the mirror, I see what self abuse can do a person. But while in the warm shower, the urge takes over and regardless of the consequences and subsequent shame, I cannot help myself. I am probably adding years to my appearance but the vigorous rubbing must happen. It just feels so good to rub and massage my eyes under warm water of the showerhead.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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I awoke form a fitfull sleep. Slowly, feeling guilty and embarassed, my hand, hesitatingly at first, headed towards my groin. Though I knew it to be wrong, I had to pleasure myself, as I did yesterday, even if it meant being admonished by Mother Superior because I had soiled the sheets. So I did. It was long and hard, but it felt so good to caress. Only this time around, I used a lighter and slower touch. The feelings were intensely wonderful. Eventually, fluid started to appear and I knew it was time to stop, because it meant that I had broken through the crusty layer of the scab on the incision where my appendix once was. Sometimes, when you have an itch, it cannot be ignored.--Kevin from Calgary
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