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another late-night porn raid!
Aug. 3rd, 2012 05:00 amIt’s almost three. I have only one thing on my mind, and I know I am not going to fall back asleep. I get up and get the laptop and bring it to my room.
~
Bo gives out a little growl of annoyance, “Oh, no, another late-night porn raid!”
Well, Pop is gone -
“Walker’s place?”
Right. And -
“You cannot resist a long, thorough wank.”
I guess that’s one way of putting it.
[Two hours later, tossing and turning in bed.]
Bo chuckles, “What’s the matter? Can’t sleep, Kemo Sabe?”
No, and I got up before three. Tomorrow is going to be rough.
“I guess porn is worse than caffeine when you need to sleep in the middle of the night. I would think a lesson can be drawn here.”
Probably. But right now, I’m thinking of a more strategic strike.
“What does that mean?”
Deleting my porn journal. As well as unsubscribing to some of my tumblrs.
“Oh, no! Like we haven’t heard this before. And always right after you get off.”
But this feels much more serious.
“We will see how things stand when the sun goes up. My bet would be: you’re going to be horny again, and after you take care of business, you are again going to want to cut off any and all wank material. You know, like the other ten-thousand times!”
You can mock me, my canine friend, but this is serious. It feels real.
“Yeah, there have been a thousand times when it has been serious and real, yet the porn cupboards remain filled to overflowing. Yay, Internet!”
We’ll see.
“Try to get some sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning.”
I’m trying.
“Try harder! I would like to sleep myself.”
Goodnight.
“‘Night.”
~
Bo gives out a little growl of annoyance, “Oh, no, another late-night porn raid!”
Well, Pop is gone -
“Walker’s place?”
Right. And -
“You cannot resist a long, thorough wank.”
I guess that’s one way of putting it.
[Two hours later, tossing and turning in bed.]
Bo chuckles, “What’s the matter? Can’t sleep, Kemo Sabe?”
No, and I got up before three. Tomorrow is going to be rough.
“I guess porn is worse than caffeine when you need to sleep in the middle of the night. I would think a lesson can be drawn here.”
Probably. But right now, I’m thinking of a more strategic strike.
“What does that mean?”
Deleting my porn journal. As well as unsubscribing to some of my tumblrs.
“Oh, no! Like we haven’t heard this before. And always right after you get off.”
But this feels much more serious.
“We will see how things stand when the sun goes up. My bet would be: you’re going to be horny again, and after you take care of business, you are again going to want to cut off any and all wank material. You know, like the other ten-thousand times!”
You can mock me, my canine friend, but this is serious. It feels real.
“Yeah, there have been a thousand times when it has been serious and real, yet the porn cupboards remain filled to overflowing. Yay, Internet!”
We’ll see.
“Try to get some sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning.”
I’m trying.
“Try harder! I would like to sleep myself.”
Goodnight.
“‘Night.”
