My dream of euphoria is being edged beyond frustration, held down and restricted from counteracting ones advance. I have one time fired a load that was hours in the making, surpassing begging level 3, name calling level 5, and blue ball level 8. I painted the ceiling that day and I’m sure if I had waited any longer I would have put a hole in the ceiling. Could you imagine that conversation with the hotel concierge about a patch job? There needing to be Sheetrock repair after your stay? I was damn close in my adventure. I did walk out of that room and my feet never hit the floor as did my load that painted that ceiling.
