It was the happiest day of my life when my wife packed up our car and drove away from our house leaving me. I'd been neglecting her for about 18 months, she could fall asleep early in front of the TV and I'd stay away from her, drinking strong lager and waiting for her to fall asleep. I'd then go to another room, start up my laptop and masturbate to my many porn interests. Lots and lots of different stuff, all of it the type of porn that wife would find disgusting. It was almost my happiest time of the day, wanking off to girls way out of my league and depraving porn. The moment she drove away I turned back into my house, turned on my laptop and enjoyed a 7 or 8 hour wanking session safe in the knowledge that I'd never have to clear my browsing history again. Over the last ten years my constant stroking during all of my spare time has proved to be problematic to my moving on and forward with my life, it's made me unreliable at work and unhealthy. But I love it. I adore masturbation, even when I can't get a hard on, I live for it, I look forward to it at work, I secretly look at wank material 20 times a day at work despite the risk I have of being fired. I'm in love with porn, of filth, of beautiful things and degrading thoughts. I just feel lonely, that's all, I'd like to be friends with a masturbation addict as hopeless as myself.
The people around me are trying to invite me into their social life when all I want to do is wank. I've been looking at porn at work a hundred times today, I'm horny for my lonely isolation wank, I might have to wank through the night instead.
