Abigail’s Pet Project

Back, not really, but sort of.

April 9th, 2008

I’ve been away from posting for a while. But not from Abigail. I am addicted to sexual arousal. And as Abigail arouses me so I am, by association, addicted to my relationship with Abigail, and by association addicted to Abigail. And within the relationship the exploration of alcohol, sleep deprivation and other forms of losing control are once again rearing their tumescent heads. I have a poor memory so as well as taking forever to figure out how to log in to write this I don’t recall if I’ve mentioned that I am a kink cliche. I’m white. I’m male. I’m (finally) in my forties. I’m a professional. I’m successful. I’m really twisted . No one knows. Except me, Abigail, and yes, you dear reader. So shush. No one’s interested. Least of all my boss.
Abigail had me drink until I passed out a few days ago. It might happen again tonight. Why do I do this? Because it’s hot to do as you’re told. Especially if you’re being told to do things that really aren’t all that good for you. Go figure. I’m too successful in my day job for my dark side to stomach, so it leads me down bad pathways to pay the price, just in case I get too … what’s the word? .. oh yes, ‘happy’. Yes, go figure.