Wednesday. Another whole day alone with my penis at work. All I can think about is masturbating. All I do is masturbate. Resisting it is as futile as trying to control the tides. I hear my colleagues' computer keyboards clacking away while I feverishly stroke my beloved cock. That's just how I am, it's my nature, what else can I do but masturbate? The very thought of it turns me on.

Monday. I'm going to pick up my wife late tonight at the airport. Since she left to visit her family on Friday evening, I've jerked off about 20 hours and cummed about ten times. I plan to leave work early so I can masturbate again, maybe once or twice. Oh, how I love being a wanker! I'm masturbating, of course, as I write these lines, at my “work” station.