Abigail’s Pet Project

The urge to stroke is consuming me. I want to talk to Abigail so I can stroke. I want to return to a home alone so I can stroke. I want to be allowed to stay up all night so I can stroke. I’d love to be required to stroke in the morning if only for a few minutes, just so I can stroke. This feels juvenile and pathetic and I don’t like it and yet it’s such a turn on to feel my priorities shift and slip and that urge dominate my thoughts most of the day. It really undermines my sense of autonomy and independence. All I want to do is stroke my cock. As Abigail says men are silly. And this is why. Ugh.

The only reason I’m stopping stroking now is I have to get to a meeting and the ‘be a model employee’ directive takes precedence - which is why Abigail is so important. I’d be lost in a sea of behaviour that might get me fired eventually without her. But dear God I’m horny.

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