It’s been five days since I relapsed. I’ll be alone in twenty minutes and I can’t wait to tug and jerk and leak and feel my brain go fuzzy like it’s meant to be. Carrying on in daily life being a confident man is tiring. It’s so nice to turn my brain off and let my cock, porn, and those that would further corrupt me take over.

You might be asking yourself: “ApeDeveloper, why succumb to your cock when you went so long without letting it rule you?”

If you’re asking that question with your hand down your pants, sit back and don’t worry yourself. Don’t look for hope in this post. Be weak and keep stimulating yourself.

If you’re questioning while lurking and remaining strong and not touching yourself, I’ll tell you:

The virus is already in me. It’s grown and penetrated the best of me. It’s locked in. I’m powerless to its whims. Empty eyes, full balls, and lightly bucking hips is the way. If this is too much to read without triggering you, maybe your body is trying to tell you something, or maybe you should quit while you’re ahead.

I can’t stop it. As soon as I’m alone in roughly twenty minutes, I’ll fall once again. The path to depravity has furthered its cause by my next step forward. It’s corrupting. It’s dangerous. It’s mine 🤤