Shower’s broken again. Fucking perfect. Means I have to smell that on them all evening. The whole room reeks of stale sweat and unwashed cock. It’s vile. I can feel my mood curdling just sitting here, knowing what I’ll have to do later just to keep from snapping at every little noise. It’s not even about getting off. It’s about swallowing the load so my brain chemicals shut the fuck up for five minutes. The most efficient, disgusting transaction. My sister sent a pic of her and her boyfriend baking cookies. Looked disgustingly wholesome. Meanwhile, my big plan for the night is trying to figure out if I can deepthroat fast enough to avoid tasting the pre-cum. The glamorous life.