So since this thread has gone to stuff I'm gonna share a nice little story with y'all.
It was a cozy little evening within our home. Me, me family, and my sister and her friends. They were spending the night at our house that evening. It was a quarter till 2 am and as the clock turned, my horny gears shifted into overdrive.
I could not contain myself, for I found myself jacking off in the next room.
There was one girl, however, whom looked at me as if she was awake. I tossed and turned all night with a worrisome conscious. I felt like I had committed a crime. Sure she was but 15, and I was 14. But nonetheless, I felt much regret. The kind that I began to think I would eternally burn in hell for. The kind that I would spend each waking millisecond in agonizing pain of dread and despair over ruining the cherished innocence of a teenage woman. The kind that I as a mere human would dream about this and pray that it would all loving go away. The kind of pain that made me rip my hair out. But that's when I did it. I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.
