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Meditations on a Sexless Existence
I wake up in the morning and I think of fucking.
I get ready for work and think of fucking.
I imagine fucking while working, while having breakfast lunch and dinner.
Fucking is at the front of my mind 24/7. It's driving me toward the brink of insanity.
If I cannot fuck soon I just might have to wreak havoc.
I hate this world for denying me such a basic, fundamental biological need.
I hate the people who deny me this biological need.
Porn and masturbation is no longer sufficient.
I want touch, I want skin against skin. I want to smell pheromones. I want to taste her lips. I want to hear her moans. I want to be engulf and enclosed in her warm, wet sticky embrace. I want to look into her eyes and for her to gaze into mine.
I hate that I cannot have this.
I fear I never will.
I wake up in the morning and I think of fucking.
I get ready for work and think of fucking.
I imagine fucking while working, while having breakfast lunch and dinner.
Fucking is at the front of my mind 24/7. It's driving me toward the brink of insanity.
If I cannot fuck soon I just might have to wreak havoc.
I hate this world for denying me such a basic, fundamental biological need.
I hate the people who deny me this biological need.
Porn and masturbation is no longer sufficient.
I want touch, I want skin against skin. I want to smell pheromones. I want to taste her lips. I want to hear her moans. I want to be engulf and enclosed in her warm, wet sticky embrace. I want to look into her eyes and for her to gaze into mine.
I hate that I cannot have this.
I fear I never will.
