“Really? He already believes it?”
“Yeah dude, a little bullshit about a bump on the head and some ‘if you’re really a guy then why have I known Blowjob Bambi my whole life?!’ schtick and he’s already questioning his entire reality.”
“That’s all it...

“Really? He already believes it?”

“Yeah dude, a little bullshit about a bump on the head and some ‘if you’re really a guy then why have I known Blowjob Bambi my whole life?!’ schtick and he’s already questioning his entire reality.”

“That’s all it took?”

“Yep. He already 'remembers’ being an obsessive nudist and being addicted to sucking cock, and look? I told him how seriously he takes wearing heels, and he’s been walking tiptoe for an hour!”

“Cool, thanks for providing a volunteer. See ya!”

~

I’m out.

This is just me talking now, so if you’re just here to jack it, keep scrolling. This might get personal.

It’s hard to ignore how much time these days i spend on this blog, reblogging porn “for later” or just… fantasizing. Dreaming, pretending. Wasting my days away.

I really enjoy the creativity of getting to write my weird kinky thoughts down here, and have people not only enjoy them, but love them, reblog them… Its great! But it’s becoming a problem.

Entirely a symptom of my own addictive personality and lack of self-control, I can’t stay away. I’m spending a big portion of my life locked away with my phone, and it’s to create stuff i really can’t share with the people who love me.

I’d rather bail now, than after I’ve ruined one of my relationships beyond repair because of my dirty little secret addiction. I have other loves in my life, other creative endeavours that are suffering because every personal minute i get, I’m touching my dick looking at tg or bimbo fetish porn. I look in the mirror and I’m disappointed.I want that to go away, so I’m making a life change.

Please enjoy my work, I’ll leave it here, but know that there probably won’t be more.

Thanks to all the people who followed and encouraged me.

💜Age.