I came home yesterday after almost a week away. Within ten minutes of walking through the door I was masturbating. It was quick and perfunctory, but when my come spurted out over my shoulder and fell inconveniently onto the floor behind me I realized it had been too long. For months I've meant to put myself on a daily masturbation regimen. I exercise every morning, I eat three times a day, I spend most of my waking hours hurling my brain at work projects, so it seems like short shrift to not give my sexual side a trot in the park more than once or twice a week.
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