You wonder why you are different.
You wonder why you can’t just be normal.
You see others after work, grabbing a drink at happy hour, hitting on others, the sexual chemistry between them. They go home, fuck, binge watch Netflix, some Friends rerun, and fall asleep.
They wake up driven to succeed, to grow relationships, families. Normal.
But not you.
You work. Hard. Often harder than they do.
But you don’t do drinks after work. You don’t do dating, or socializing like they do.
You don’t even want to.
You think about getting home, running straight to the couch, opening that laptop, and reading this page.
Night after night, you crave the loss of control, often naked within seconds, kneeling, scrolling. Reading. Cock getting hard.
You have told yourself so many times you were done. That you wanted to be normal.
Yet you stroke more.
Time goes by faster with your cock in your hand. You read, thinking about sending, read more.
That cock alternates from throbbing to semi-hard, wet, covered in lube as you stroke with one hand, scroll through these pages with the other.
Until you give in. You know you can’t fight it. You type in a simple, $25 tribute. The rush as you click send drives you insane.
You start clicking buttons, and stroking faster. $50. $100. More.
hours of scrolling and reading have built you up to this desperation, the cashpig in full craving mode, draining faster, panting, stroking as you grasp that cock, legs spread wide, kneeling.
Then you explode. You collapse, your hand covered in lube, heart racing, naked.
And as your co-workers get home for the evening, 3 cocktails in, possibly about to fuck, you conclude your average night, naked, drained, needing more.
Which will happen, the next night.
You want it now. Its consuming you.
Go ahead. $25. Now.