Wednesday afternoon – home alone and with nothing to do. I had fiddled around with some work stuff, browsed various articles and scrolled through endless videos on YouTube while the day leaked past my window like a grey, damp dishcloth. Nothing held my attention so off I went to the bedroom and browsed for some porn, thinking that at least a wank might kill a couple of hours.
I sat there, watching video after video with my cock in hand and nothing really happened. My body was apparently ready, but my brain wasn’t. It didn’t drift off to other topics or get lost down the wormhole of imagined conversations, it simply blanked out. The usual stimulus of hot moaning and raw fucking wasn’t going any further than my eyes, my mind was completely detached and I sat there, watching hot amateur couples getting it on with as much excitement as if I were watching a documentary about 7 million different types of dust.
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