I never liked likes. Dare say, I hated likes. Milliseconds of dopamine in rapid-fire succession in consecutive days weeks months and end of lesson, I think you get it and may even agree...
Unwise to base self-worth on faceless strangers' knee-jerk opinions. So I avoid the typical haunts where likes are known to roam.
And so tonight I find myself bombarded with literally thousands of likes over my photos, and with a little luck maybe some sticky keyboards or very satisfied wives.
I try to make sexy art. Or, "Sexxxy Art." And you guys have responded in such a vociferous, throbbing manner that I find myself helplessly addicted to the damn likes. But I mean... where else can I share this shit? The Tok of Tic?
Now one rock-hard of dick, I must retire now that it's breakfast. I must break the fast of *not cumming. I've seen so many beautiful bodies since the sunset...like stars in the AZ sky just begging to be reamed in their black holes... that I literally have back pain. Blue balls, if left untreated, become an injury.
I should remember that the next time I need an excuse not to cum to work. |