Anonymous
7/26/2025, 6:27:36 AM No.937601028
>be me
>21, get invited over by a cute girl
>things heating up, she offers a handie
>hell yeah.exe
>no lotion, dry as asphalt
>gripping it like she’s starting a lawn mower
>fifteen minutes in I start seeing God
>twenty minutes in she goes “should I use lotion?”
>internal screaming intensifies
>pulls out hotel-sized bottle like it's holy water
>starts again like nothing happened
>then it gets worse
>“I should probably take my meds”
>downs Prozac with two beers like it’s Gatorade
>has a full-on psychotic break mid-handjob
>starts trauma-dumping while maintaining eye contact and stroking
>cat jumps on the bed, just watching
>turn to avoid feline shame
>lock eyes with Ryan Gosling on her Barbie poster
>“you are Kenough”
>not right now, Ryan
>30 minutes total, finish line never even sighted
>I give up, finish myself off
>explode on her chest like a shaken Sprite
>she gasps, starts laughing
>I sit there, post-nut clarity hitting like a bus
>balls drained, spirit shattered
>say nothing
>just quietly grab my socks
>sit in my car staring at the steering wheel for four hours
>existential dread activated
>dick hurts for three days like I survived a medieval torture rack
>felt like she was using a can opener the whole time
>never been the same since
>mfw
>21, get invited over by a cute girl
>things heating up, she offers a handie
>hell yeah.exe
>no lotion, dry as asphalt
>gripping it like she’s starting a lawn mower
>fifteen minutes in I start seeing God
>twenty minutes in she goes “should I use lotion?”
>internal screaming intensifies
>pulls out hotel-sized bottle like it's holy water
>starts again like nothing happened
>then it gets worse
>“I should probably take my meds”
>downs Prozac with two beers like it’s Gatorade
>has a full-on psychotic break mid-handjob
>starts trauma-dumping while maintaining eye contact and stroking
>cat jumps on the bed, just watching
>turn to avoid feline shame
>lock eyes with Ryan Gosling on her Barbie poster
>“you are Kenough”
>not right now, Ryan
>30 minutes total, finish line never even sighted
>I give up, finish myself off
>explode on her chest like a shaken Sprite
>she gasps, starts laughing
>I sit there, post-nut clarity hitting like a bus
>balls drained, spirit shattered
>say nothing
>just quietly grab my socks
>sit in my car staring at the steering wheel for four hours
>existential dread activated
>dick hurts for three days like I survived a medieval torture rack
>felt like she was using a can opener the whole time
>never been the same since
>mfw
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