I can't resist her, she's in my bones, she is my marrow and my ride home. I can't avoid her, she's in the air. In between molecules of oxygen and carbon dioxide
I can't stop fapping to Ashley. I can't stop. No matter what I do, I keep seeking out photos of her. No matter what fetish I'm getting off to, seeing Ashley's face inserted transfixes me. I'll fullscreen the image and focus on nothing else. When I find something new, it's all I can think about in bed and outside. This isn't even meant to be an in character Andrewpost, it's real. Ashley's wormed her way into my brain. It's at a point that I don't even feel bad for mixing her with terrible and OOC fetishes. I need to see Ashley if I want to cum. Be it boorus or threads or subreddits or twitter accounts, I keep trying to fap to new things and keep seeking out routes to "stumble across" the same Ashley images I know exist. God, it's eating me alive. I post in /calg/ then I jerk off to Ashley then I close the porn tabs and am brought right back to /calg/. I can't stop. I've jerked off three times today, I just came not even 15 minutes ago, and in the shower all I could think about was reopening the images and fapping again. My dick hurts, I'm kinda scared I'm doing permanent damage by overworking it. I need to get her out of my head, I need to get this fucking game out of my head. I'm spending money I don't have commissioning art and genning slop just to try and fill a bottomless pit of Ashley lust in my soul. While typing this, I reopened the new porn of her I was just looking at. I'm sick. I'm not even the type who hoards porn, but I always save new images of her. I can't stop. I just can't stop/

>>543539082
Why indeed?