Chapter 3
I started asking myself after the post-nut clarity hit me. When will I have real sex? When will my hands retire from easing my intimate and immediate urges.
I cleaned myself with a towel while I was still deep in thought. Ofcourse, I took my bath.
To be honest, I was not sexually active, I was
more like the kid that often lied to himself.
"No Sex, it destroys lives". Who was i kidding?
Being a Lone wolf, I often stayed at home fantasizing about sex, how a pussy
will feel around my umm... Maybe my lagbaja.
Lagbaja was a name my ex gave to my Joystick.
She called it that name because I always wore two underwears: Calvin Klein and Swimming pants.
And she never got to see it, she only felt it whenever she touched me.
(For those of youse wondering, Lagbaja is a musician who wears a mask and no one has ever seen his face.)