|
by Mysterio 10/22/2004, 5:00pm PDT |
|
 |
|
 |
|
I remember back in the 6th form I made a deal with god that if he let me have a go at this half asian girl, I wouldn't jerk off. Put that way it doesn't sound too bad but towards the end of my good living I started to phrase it more: if he DIDN'T let me have a crack, I'd tug it AS HIS PUNISHMENT. I was holding God to ransom. That put me in the driver's seat (move over Jesus). A problem was that I didn't give him a deadline. After three months, there was a big dance she ended up taking some other kid to. I guess that was the straw, and of course I wound up in a bathtub. I'd like to think I got my own back in that tub. It was 90 days worth and you'd hope that counts for something. It stuck the hairs on my legs together for 2 days straight.
An unfunny thing was she actually came right to my door out of god's thin air a year later, and I freaked out. Simple as it was, I couldn't make sense of it. Out of respect to that girl, and fear it would somehow damage our relations, I never fantasized about her while jerking, until about 4 years out of high school when I gave up hope of ever seeing her again. I remember I pulled out an old school photo and got close as hell because you know how small the faces on those things are. My hands were shaking too much to hold it steady so I had to balance it on a table and contort my body to get a decent look, but she didn't have the greatest look on her face and it was pretty uncomfortable so I went for a rape fantasy in the toilet instead.
I ask God's forgiveness after every wank. I wouldn't say I'm a very religious person; I'm more a total pussy who doesn't want to take any chances. I joke with him about it. |
|
 |
|
 |
|
|
|