peace.

 Mind can’t be at peace. It won’t.

So, it thinks of nothing else but pornography.

So, I swipe through photos while holding my dick in right hand with its foreskin pulled back with it’s red sensitive glans responding to the cold chills of nature synthetically. And I  jack it, while I swipe left for some other hot pics my mobile hangs and opens gallery in which my ex appears with her cute little smile with her glasses pulled little bit down. This is not the pick I want to jack off, but anyway god makes sure that I won’t have her so I continue. It feels good, my heart trembles that I am doing wrong but such is my mind that I secretly wanted to jack it off in her bra or panty smelling it filthily which would be stolen when I visit her while she doesn’t even want to talk with me. So that goes it, god made me to jack it off to her, and that’s the destiny. Fuck you god, and fuck my conscience, finally I have jacked it off and I will not stop jacking unless my dicks says to stop it. Fucking thank you God, where I can’t talk to her you have made me jack it off to her.  But finally, I am are tired of jacking and jacking and want to fuck some real pussy, a pussy with a scent of default, one of its own kind, each which its own. Wonder when I would get that thing. But she has already blocked me. So I can’t call her and say that I jacked watching her, no, she would jab a knife in my heart and her boyfriend would force a javelin in my ass and push it hard that it would get the hell out of my mouth.  So you want to write a book about having SEX WITH HER, anyway I have already jacked off so my mind Says why not fuck her, and I want to title it “notes of a dirty young man” but maybe not a book but a short story of fucking her in every angle of 360. Trying hard to dream about her, but she wouldn’t.

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