Yesterday I was beating off untill my hand felt huge tremors, very painful.
I stopped to look at my hand and I wiggled it around trying to shake the pain off, but inadvertently only did I feel more pain from doing so.
Now writhing in pain, regretful of my actions.
I had such incredible willpower so I continued on in my faux substitute of sex with my right hand, ignoring the pain.
With my wrists constantly clicking, my radius and ulma feeling as if they were violently shaken by the hands of shaq, whilst the metacarpal joints of my thumb feel as if they are about to split in half like a nintendo switch, I feel great pain, EXTREME pain.
Still I had finished the job I had started, semen on my hands.
I didn't clean the semen off my hands, I just continued typing away untill it dried up into a gray crust.
As I type this out my hand ache's in agony as if it has a heartbeat of it's own.
This is a crippling affliction only few can endure.
I stopped to look at my hand and I wiggled it around trying to shake the pain off, but inadvertently only did I feel more pain from doing so.
Now writhing in pain, regretful of my actions.
I had such incredible willpower so I continued on in my faux substitute of sex with my right hand, ignoring the pain.
With my wrists constantly clicking, my radius and ulma feeling as if they were violently shaken by the hands of shaq, whilst the metacarpal joints of my thumb feel as if they are about to split in half like a nintendo switch, I feel great pain, EXTREME pain.
Still I had finished the job I had started, semen on my hands.
I didn't clean the semen off my hands, I just continued typing away untill it dried up into a gray crust.
As I type this out my hand ache's in agony as if it has a heartbeat of it's own.
This is a crippling affliction only few can endure.
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