I am deeply pessimistic now: organism zahalturil sensitive, and disturbing the peace of life gushing turbid instincts flow. I wanted you to spasms, to hiccups and pain in my side ... But to reach orgasm in absentia - - i am sorry I can't do that. Me animal is the beginning managed to drown first, but as soon as I closed my eyes, before the eyes came again everything in my heart has long been boiling and boldly blocking the line: dazzling white body in a pile of clothes torn by me. Believe me, until the last moments I struggled with myself that there are forces: squeezed to the point of exhaustion he even bit his elbow I rushed to the wall, scrubbing wallpaper scrape, cut the vein with a file - - Sorry, the neighbors managed to save. I burst the pills in despair and the "life-giving moisture" slurped, shook himself in a strong mesh, but I wanted you even more. And then yogic achievements tried to screw in that complex: sat in one pose for a bit - - not lost something a little bit. Only with you I am in the business of intimate I will lay down my lust and with others I just hate even if I really want it. I am deeply pessimistic now. How to be me? And what to do? It can be seen one way out - - in masturbation: knead bed yes pillow torment.