You can say what you want about mental porn, but it saved me as much as faith ever did. It gave me feelings of love, it rebooted my biological systems when I was shunned. The lovers of my imagination sent imaginary ladders that lifted me up in reality and gave me the strength to do all the other things society expects "proper stand up citizens" to do.
My sex drive and my imagination are at it again, the customers in the cafe are already naked and doing it over the tables... even as they sip their lattes around me. They have dialog and everything. I have become the director of my own mental porn with an audience of one. Good job I look normal. God, I hope I look normal.
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