I refuse to give in to the immoral impulses I’ve been experiencing more and more recently. For instance, when I did laundry yesterday and I had to fold twenty tight little thongs, I wanted to stuff one down the front of my jeans and beat a round of semen out of me, but I didn’t do it. I simply left their laundry on the ends of their beds, shut their bedroom doors and left. Went to work. Worked until five am, trying not to think about those thong strings tangled up around my erection.
