tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31038101.post588171183560126303..comments2023-03-26T03:03:20.729-05:00Comments on Skitzo Leezra - Which Personality Am I Today?: Self abuseSkitzoLeezrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15484609726259148184noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31038101.post-85073306753732251592008-12-01T10:46:00.000-06:002008-12-01T10:46:00.000-06:00I awoke form a fitfull sleep. Slowly, feeling guil...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 CalgaryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com