For my first blog post, destined to fall, for now, into the black hole of cyberspace, I must start out by bragging that last Sunday I set an all time personal record by masturbating for 8 consecutive hours. For anyone reading this who might have read the “about me” section, you might have guessed that masturbation plays a large role in my life. The imagination is strong for one such as myself, who has little in reality to distract. Well, perhaps I shouldn't have put it that way. After all, the world is full of beauty beyond what that which we can imagine. Despite my isolation, I certainly see enough of it myself. But such pleasures cannot full all of me, and I find I have to tap my imagination for much of that which satiates the desire in me.
For the record, it started off innocently enough, with a few downloads of pictures of Jessica Alba, and then Alyssa Milano. Then Jennifer Love Hewitt, and Ashlee Simpson, who was more attractive to me before her nose job. As the day passed I cared less and less, and finally I chose to bring myself to orgasm as there was no chance that I could possibly eat and get 5 hours sleep before I had to get up in the morning. I chose a picture I knew would do the job: a picture of Britney from behind wearing pink sweat pants. The orgasm was dissatisfying, likely because it was deliberate.
My thing for girls in sweat pants is almost as powerful as my thing for girls in denim, which is not quite as powerful as my thing for girls in spandex. Usually I don't go for celebrities that much, today was an exception. Usually I download teenage girls doing softcore porn. But today was different for whatever reason. Just part of the vicissitudes of me, the randomness of my moods. Of course, my interest in teenage girls at the age of thirty-seven opens another whole can of worms that will get into later.
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