It’s been a goddamn eternity eight fucking years since I last had a wet dream, and honestly, I think I can trace it back to my excessive gooning and a steady diet of jewpills. I mean, come on, what the hell happened to that wild, prime sex drive I had back in the day? I still feel like very potent, but the thrill is gone, man. It's like I’ve turned into a goon zombie, stuck in this endless cycle of futility. I only started this messy business at 18, for crying out loud!
I really miss those wet dreams, though. They were like a VIP pass to a theme park of comfy, steamy porn scenarios that I wish I could live out in real life. The best part? Waking up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, feeling like I just ran a marathon in my sleep. I could literally hear the sounds of female orgasms and the softest kisses echoing in my head. Oh, those kisses! It was like being wrapped in a warm blanket of surreal pleasure that made me coom like there was no tomorrow.
But now? Now I’m stuck in this hellscape of no dreams, no sleep, and every time I realize it’s been eight long years of me being a KHHV, I feel like I’m losing my grip on reality. I get ropefueled and spiral into mental breakdowns like it’s my new hobby. It’s getting darker by the day, and honestly, I’d settle for some virtual sex just to bring back a glimmer of that lost thrill.
I really miss those wet dreams, though. They were like a VIP pass to a theme park of comfy, steamy porn scenarios that I wish I could live out in real life. The best part? Waking up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, feeling like I just ran a marathon in my sleep. I could literally hear the sounds of female orgasms and the softest kisses echoing in my head. Oh, those kisses! It was like being wrapped in a warm blanket of surreal pleasure that made me coom like there was no tomorrow.
But now? Now I’m stuck in this hellscape of no dreams, no sleep, and every time I realize it’s been eight long years of me being a KHHV, I feel like I’m losing my grip on reality. I get ropefueled and spiral into mental breakdowns like it’s my new hobby. It’s getting darker by the day, and honestly, I’d settle for some virtual sex just to bring back a glimmer of that lost thrill.
