before i went to bed, the thought of orgasm crossed my mind and i masturbated while watching a documentary on intense love affairs. it was from the early nineties, so it had mannnnnny unnessessssesesesessary monologues and lots of bad fashion, but for the most part, there was lots of stress and deception, so i got off very strangely and quickly.

i fell asleep with my hand in my skirt.

a wave of creation has just marked me. i am going to leave and make something wonderful.