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When I was eighteen I had a wet dream nightmare from quitting handjobbing myself [which I had done since eleven and three-quarters] and still watching porn. I had an impressively mad dream about a glossy bitch posing for photo. [The narrative of my viewpoint, I'm sure she had been in front of me] Her skin had worms burrowed into her and small fruitflies escaping her skin. Ignorant of it, she was telling me how hot she was, a hot babe. [reverse hypergamy] I must have been stuck with the idea for an hour. This made me clench and shoot a load. I woke up to react and noticed my groin was wet from piss. Went down with my patch and emptied my bladder, two days later I shot cum from handjobbing myself, as I convinced myself I couldnt retain. I was so afraid of sleep because I was stuck with the horribly real visage. I'm curiously aroused by that terrible dream today. I'd bag tana mongue if she was nearby and mash her pussy into a ham soup and drink the red. I'm pretty sure its what happened to my brain with all the hedonism is the same as perversion the balanciega guy has but mine is not as compulsive as the guy who likes rotting babies. I want to undo my damage and have masochism instead but I'm sticking to the poor reward of porno [for doing nothing] which I can have more shame in because my libidos down.
