Why didn’t you mark this NSFW? I thought I put my porn addiction behind me. I was clean for 3 months. THREE MONTHS!! But now you’ve reawakened something inside of me. God help me, I can’t stop now. I’m sitting here in the living room, pants around my ankles, vigorously flogging my hog, and the kids are screaming and crying. My wife is shouting something at me, but I can’t hear a word of it over the blood pounding in my ears as every heartbeat, every furious stroke down my throbbing cob brings me closer to that sweet, explosive release. I’m getting close. I wish I could stop, but I can’t take my eyes off your post. My wife took the kids to the bedroom. I think she’s packing her bags. I’m ruined. It’s all over for me. But none of that matters. Right now, in this very moment, the only things left in the world are your post and my pulsating knob. All I can do is whack that weasel as I five knuckle shuffle my way to nirvana. Why did I give this up anyway? How could something that feels so good be so bad? Oh god. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. YOU DID THIS OP! YOU DID THIS TO ME! WHY COULDN’T YOU JUST MARK THIS NSFW?!?