Compulsion - My Dissolute Life

Another in a series on intrusive thoughts

Intrusive thoughts on a massage table.

What is it that draws me to women who make me feel bad, who fail to keep me in mind in the ways for which I long?

Why is it that what turns me on at the moment is images of women’s thighs and cunts, videos of women masturbating, coming?

A glimpse, maybe, into how, and why, I do things that produce nothing but suffering.

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