Every day, arriving at work felt heavy, like there was something or some devil on my shoulder. Still, I didn't do anything about it. I just continued doing my activities like how I usually do, having fun when there are people having fun.
Life is all about fun, right?
Well, to tell you the truth, it hasn't been fun, but I tried to make it fun by drowning myself in different p*****s every night.
Waking up with different d***s inside me was also my kind of fun. Well, at least I was taking care of myself. I didn't want to lose myself because of starving sexually.
Has someone ever starved sexually? Well, I don't know. Also, I didn't want to find out, I wasn't open to that, or else I might find myself raping innocent civilians.
Well, the is nothing innocent about them, it's just that they
