You're just a mammal. Let yourself act like it. Your brain needs enrichment. Your body needs rest. You feel hunger and grow hair. You need to pack bond with other sentient things so you don't become unsocialized and neurotic. You are biologically inclined to seek dopamine and become sick when chronically stressed. Outrage about hedonism is made up to place moral value on taking pleasure in sensory experiences. I am telling you that if you don't let yourself be a fucking mammal, as you were made, you will suffer and go insane. No grindset no diets no trying to be above your drive for connection. Pursue what makes you feel good and practice radical rejection of the constructs meant to turn you into a machine. You're a mammal.
It’s too fun texting her perverted things while she’s in public. Sitting there reading the filthy things I want to do to her, telling her in detail how much I want to ruin her. But she’s just there, sitting and not being able to touch herself. Pressing her legs together, trying to make herself feel good in anyway she can but it’s still not enough, is it princess? It must be so frustrating being wet in public, unable to touch yourself, trying to hide the fact you’re going feral. God isn’t that the cutest little thing..