You keep putting yourself in situations where you have no choice but to relapse. You head straight for my store instinctively every time you open your computer, and try and resist ending up here every time, and every time you fail. Relapse calls to you and you have never been able to let it go to voicemail - not once, not a single solitary time. It’s like a tickle from a feather, wisping and glazing you over and over again until eventually you give in and say “Fuck it.” Whenever you get that itch you can’t help but scratch it, you start sending and sending, jerking your cock whilst you ... Show more