I've been at work for so long.
Locking myself from all forms of penetration has not only insured my health in a strange environment, but it has also curbed my desire a bit. Only a bit. Seeing the clock tick upwards helps me reign myself in. Nearing half a year though, it has me fantasizing about when I finally get home...
I've no one to return to, truly. Thinking I still won't fuck myself silly with a dildo is amusing though, and that I won't lounge around with a sweet, all filling plug is just plain wrong. But the gifts I plan to buy myself are taunting me mentally. I cant stop thinking about them. I squirm in my seat with just a passing thought. The toys I have on my wishlist, good lord. I want to buy myself the Hismuth machine, where it won't matter much if I have someone to control it for me at first. All the things I can do with that lovely thing...
Oh baby, I think I've earned it...
~Blaise ?