- spanking the monkey
- choking the chicken
- flogging the bishop
- massaging the meat
- stretching the staff
- rolling the rod
- raising the sail
- taking a personal moment
- finding God
- getting to know myself
- taking time for personal relief
- taming the monster
- Where's Waldo?
- jerking off
- whacking off
- solo performance
- going blind
...upwards of 2-5 times a day lately I'm indulging in "personal time". Running late for work - wonder why? Didn't get to the gym - wonder why? Staying in tonight - wonder why ? Haven't pursued and MBA - well maybe that is for other reasons...
But I'm starting to wonder how long do I allow myself this post-break-up-masturbation-marathon, seriously when will it affect my desire to even leave the house and start looking for a third hand to do the job...or is it even a sign of a greater depression then I'm dealing with. I mean it's not like I'm replacing endless nights of passion - in the last few months of the relationship the bed saw nothing more exciting than the occassional snoring or bad dream. I'm certainly spending a fortune on DVD porn.
Even now I type this blog with freshly used hands (does that make you feel dirty, baby ?)
Someone tape my hands behind my back.