You know what...

10:15pm.......

Perfect timing...

I wouldn't let anything disturb my nightly rituals, let alone a sex-apocolypse.

I deftly loosened my pants in preparation. I was already getting hard for what's about to come. My fingers danced like magic; so used to this familiar routine. It was about to go down.

Girl on girl, milf, it didn't really matter. I needed some sweet, sweet release. It was all because of today's events. It had put me on edge.

I randomly chose something. Closing my eyes, I indulged.

God... What had I become?

It wasn't even minutes before I came all over my slim legs. My cum clung to my curly hairs. What a mess. I dabbed some tissues half-heartedly.

My short 'exercise' had left me sweating, so I discarded my shirt, along with my pants that were still around my ankles. I kicked them to the clothes basket at the foot of the lounge.

It didn't feel weird wearing nothing. In actuality, it felt normal. I'd always believed this. It's what contributed to my sort of deviant side. Not that being nude was considered 'deviant'. It just added another layer for me.

"Damn... That feels better..."

Walking to the front door, I made sure it was locked. I didn't want my family barging in on me. It had happened before; many a times. That's not to say I wasn't at fault. Who told me not to lock my door; or leave it ajar? This, while I stupidly wanked myself to ignorant bliss. Burglars sure would love me.

Feeling parched, I grabbed a beer from the fridge. More relaxed now, I sat on the couch and switched on the tele. Breaking news and a flashing backdrop of me, showed much of the same that had been reported earlier during the day.

Sex crazed people and it's ongoing impact.