Self-Discovery

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Toni left the room 20 minutes ago. 20 minutes, and here I was, sitting here, in a locked room, the tingly feeling between my legs getting obnoxiously prominent. I decided I would... See it. Finally look at what the upgrade did. I mean, it couldn't be bad, that'd be a downgrade, not an upgrade. Why would they make my design worse, right?

I checked to make sure the door was locked, getting on my bed. I held my breath, slipping my baggy pants off. There was a strange little... Slit. Like a pocket, almost, but fleshy, and sparkly. This was the tingly thing? This weird little pocket? Why was it tingly?

I touched it. Sticky. Gave me an electric feeling, the touch. But it was sticky, and sticky is bad. But when I touched it, the tingling got worse. SO much worse. So I rubbed it. Maybe it was dirty? No, it couldn't be dirty. How would it be dirty, nothin- ouuhh.~

That felt odd.

I liked it.

I stopped for a minute. That was weird. It wasn't bad, just weird. Nobody could stop me from doing this weird thing, so I went back to it. By the gods, this feeling. This... This relieving feeling. Got all the tingles, but... They felt so good...~

What's wrong with me?
This isn't normal. Why's it wet?
Why does it feel so heavenly?~
Why does it have this fleshy texture?
Why won't Toni get out of my head?
Fuck, I don't wanna stop...~

Normally I'd stop when confused, but I couldn't. Nonono this felt better than anything I've ever experienced. I sped up a little bit. Got the feel of it. This weird sort of grunt, squeak? Exhale? I don't know, kind of like a groan but it wasn't out of annoyance sort of sound escaped from my mouth.

Before I knew it those groans turned into Toni's name.

"Oh god, Toni. oh Toni by the gods your so handsome...~"
He couldn't get out of my thoughts.

"I'd do anything for you... ouh Christ...~"

Most of this vocabulary is things I don't know.

"OH FUCK ME TONI~"

There was this... Liquid. Left my fingers soaking wet. The blanket too. Everything. What would Sundrop think? I'd just tell him I cried on the bed. Wait. There's a slit there, the little bump was what was touched. What's the slit for?

If I can fit my fingers in there then maybe Toni would fit.

What?

Next thing I new I was jamming my fingers into it, begging and pleading for someone who wasn't even in the room.

I hate this feeling.

"Ouh FUCK TONI~"
"CURSE THAT STUPID FUCKING SMILE~"
"STUPID HAIR~"
"FUCK! HIS HANDS... I WANT HIS HANDS ALL OVER ME DAMMIT~"

This self discovery trip wasn't fun. I don't like it. Why was I doing this? This is Antonio's fault.

His stupid handsome face.~

Dripping wet with desire for... Something having to do with Antonio.

Fuck.

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