the frustration I had after failing to bring myself to ****** for the tenth time this past week makes me more furious than depressed
seriously my *** drive has always been high
as soon as I got over the shame society places on women for enjoying their sexuality I have always used ******* as a release relieves stress leaves me relaxed and content
or should I say, left me feeling that way
usually it was once a day fairly frequent but, it matched my *** drive's needs
what the **** is wrong with me
I have tried imagining, watching, reading, looking at every form of erotica that exists
I have searched through everything I can find from ****, ******, stories, comics
and my search history will let you know that I've searched everything from **** to ****** to interracial lesbian forced ******* and things worse than that
e v e r y t h i n g
used to take me, oh, I dunno maybe three minutes with my *******?
after around an hour is when I give up now I even bought a different ******* NO RELEASE NO PASSION GONE what is WRONG WITH ME
oh yeah - depression
I mean I knew it was bad when video games no longer had appeal that was enough
games have been a passion and a hobby of mine since I was five
the other hobby I started a bit older than five but you stole that one, too
after depression beat the **** out of me on Tuesday I thought that was it thought since the next morning I awoke without the urge to **** myself it was over
you have robbed me of the simplest things in my life that give me pleasure
no more wriggling moaning spasming the tingling sensation that starts in my toes and makes its way up the length of my body the warmness that follows with it the satisfaction slight smile snuggly sleepy post ****** me
I miss her give her back
I miss my life give it back
this isn't ME for ***** sake!
I am a ****** witty humorous creature full of passion looking for opportunities to get myself off! not this depressed apathetic vessel without soul.
you won't stop until you have everything in my life
you won't stop until you put my soul in your mouth chew grind crush it
your saliva breaks me down
spit me out please I am fighting for you to cough me up regurgitate the essence of me let me put myself back inside this body please please
no you won't stop you will eat my soul until ever fiber protein ounce of health I had is now inside of you, depression
I know it is a tough topic. Not a poetic topic. Not a topic that easy to talk about. But I don't ******* care. This *****.