*6 Months Later...*
I keep thinking back to the days before this all happened. Fantasizing about past memories of fucking that cute girl from the bar, or that deep throat blowjob I got from the college student who lives next door and wears those short skirts and tall heels, not knowing that it would be my last.
But fantasizing over that memory just makes me horny.
Jerking off is so frustrating with the mental gymnastics I have to do to get off now.
I watch porn and think about those old memories. But while I masturbate, the feeling of filling my self up, stretching around this silicon cock, makes it so hard to forget that those days Im fantasizing about are gone for good. Hard to forget that the only way this body is suited for pleasing itself is through penetration and penetration alone. Hard to forget that with each passing day it's getting more and more difficult to picture myself as the proud man, standing and looking down instead of the one on her knees infront of him, looking up, in nothing but that short skirt and tall heels.