Day 74 of no fap
As I left my vehicle to stroll into work I got aroma of a female in heat 73.35 meters upwind. In view of the haze I was unable to see her yet deciding by the fragrance she was mid twenties, and solid. My ultra attunated hearing had the option to get her step, which put her at about 5'6". My psyche, liberated from the limitations of pornography and profane symbolism, had the option to ascertain her weight dependent on the wave in the testosterone continuum created by her strides as she left me.
Being that I was 10 minutes ahead of schedule for work, I made pursue and finished her the mist still without visual contact. I resembled a pilot exploring the white chasm by instrument alone. I was trailing her about 130m behind when I detected her telephone vibrate in her tote through the asphalt. Holding my ear to the ground I had the option to faintly get on the discussion she was having with beta BF. In light of the irritated tone in her voice I realized presently was an ideal opportunity to strike.
I prepared my legs and focused the entirety of my Testo-chakras into my Vastus Medialus muscles as I accepted a runners beginning position. I detonated forward in a disaster of sex hormone powered fury. Precisely 2.54 nanoseconds later I started to stage through reality as I coincided with the testosterone continuum. As I staged through the vulnerable female objective I nutted straightforwardly into both of her Fallopian tubes, devastating her already whole hymen and making her climax INSTANTLY. As I hindered 33.6 light years after the fact, I understood that while she would have needed to express gratitude toward me for giving her the endowment of my boss seed that she was at that point dead and gone having raised my CHAD descendants to repopulate the earth.
As I skim into the divine void of the more prominent Crab Nebula I am not loaded up with lament for having left my reality, but instead bliss for having left it a superior spot.
My pleasure respectable men
idk.
