Deviant Artist

I closed my eyes that I might open a portal into the infinite universe of imagination.

The emotion I was experiencing fueled the acceleration into my fantasy. And that emotion was eroticism. I need a damn good fuck and all I had was my hand, my penis, and my brain.

I was not interested in a quick masturbation. I had all the time in the world, but no place to go. And so I had my ipod plugged in to my ears playing music that put me in the mood. And I lay naked on my bed.

Now all I needed was a place to go.