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Every time that I watch porn,
I feel like it's stealing something from me.
Feels like horror to my soul,
I'm blinded as I watch...
Greedy hands began to grope
Searching for another piece of me
Through the reach of fingers
Circling,
Tapping,
Rubbing,
Who's Pearl is most pleased.
Pleasantly.
Vibrating body and spirit
Sending shockwaves to my nerve endings.
And then I realize.

I'm a slave.
4 months ago. Saturday, August 23, 2025 at 12:37 PM

I've realized something about myself recently. It seems that I only feel like continuing my blog when I feel the near drowsy tip of ingested alcohol. Isn't that strange? It's almost as if the nearer to obliteration that I am the better my writing becomes, well, I should add only in some cases.

I do admire many of my sober jottings. Although I'll admit that I'm amazed at the coherence of some of my less sober quill spills. It seems that at those times I tend to become more playful with my words, inventive with my phrases and there's a more graceful flow through my sentences.

What are your thoughts? Why do you think this is?

I rather quite curious as I have no clue.....

 

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