Happy Birthday to Me
September 19th, 2006Abigail’s present to me was to give me free reign to masturbate during an entire weekend and to be allowed to cum when I felt like it.
Me being me ended up not coming because I love/hate the idea of love/hating the fact that I wanted so badly to cum and yet wanted more, I suppose, the feeling of not cumming even though I could have.
Make sense?
Probably not. But she figured that’d be what I’d do. And she was right.
And do I regret not coming? Yes, of course. But do I wish had come. No.
Go figure. Welcome to my head.
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