Bedroom Closet

I guess the pic­ture deserves some clar­i­fi­ca­tion, though I hardly think it needs any. I was going to say (type) before I acci­den­tally hit “sub­mit”… Ok, now there’s an inter­est­ing aside.. um. Where was I? Oh. I was going to say “since I took the day off I may as well…”

1. “Take these off as well” (maybe clever but prob­a­bly more like trite)
2. “get naked” (more to the point).

To fin­ish the aside: Inter­est­ing that it’s a “Sub­mit” but­ton on web forms. I’ve never truly thought of the con­no­ta­tions. But that’s maybe for another time as well.

I’m home today — osten­si­bly because I’m sick, but mostly because I just needed a day to myself. It was fan­tas­tic. I have other places where I’ll talk more about that, but what I was think­ing while I was tak­ing the pic­ture again was “time to mas­tur­bate (again)”. That’s the one hur­dle I have to clear when I’m home for the day: I can’t seem to keep my hands off myself. I end up sit­ting around all day not doing what it was I wanted to do because I feel like mas­tur­bat­ing again and again. And it’s not even like I need to cum all the time. I just like the feeling.

I can’t imag­ine stay­ing at home all the time. I’d never get any­thing done.

It’ll be tough when A___’s is home over the hol­i­days.  I won’t want to leave the house for even more reasons.

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