I fucked-around all yesterday (or as close as I could get to fucking, masturbating repeatedly). It felt really good to just focus on me, taking an Epson salts bath, spanking myself with a hairbrush, masturbating, reading for pleasure, eating finger-foods, napping, doing it all again, and again. (I mentioned this in post #93.)

Today I’m in the mood to write and edit. It takes long hours to create the short stories I write. I love this endeavor ALMOST as much as what I did yesterday. I hope you see a pattern in what I’m doing, a method in my madness. I write long pieces, and as I do, post short cogent thought-pieces. (This is what I meant by post #77.)