Am I A Loser?

Am I a loser?

As I spend my time idle tugging to variations of humiliation, intox, addiction and corruption kink. The thought came to me: am I really a loser? Like, not only in my kink mind, but in my overall life? I’ve made some achievements, I studied a lot, have an okay job, a family, travelled a lot, and I know I am (or at least have been) highly intelligent. But even though I’m a (currently) sober alcoholic, I revert back time and time again to dreams of giving up everything I have for real on the altar of porn and alcohol, and I waste SO much time, mindlessly scrolling and obsessing over porn and alcohol, and I’m no where closer to my goals and ambitions now than 20 years ago. It’s also that. There was a time I perhaps was young and promising, now I’m past 40 and don’t see a lot of progress.

And somehow, contemplating this made my cock twitch.

Oh well.

Mia had already arrived when I stumbled into the kitchen. “Hey looser” she purred as she poured me a mug. “Go sit down in the sofa. I’ll bring you a drink so you can find your bearings again. Yeah, I know you like my titties cutie, it’s okay that you play with your little worm.” I hadn’t even noticed that my hand was stroking my limp nub. I knew I paid her to take care of me, but it didn’t matter. She was so fine. I blurted: “I love you.” She filled the cup. “Go sit down in the sofa puppy, you look like you could fall over whenever, and you were so drunk yesterday. Do you remember anything? You were adorably pathetic and needy. Also, you are invited to follow the guys to a game today. It was quite a while since you last hang out, but I think you should pass on them again. I like it when you are isolated and alone and dependent on me. You still have some savings left.”

My world slowly rotated and swam. Her words had made my cock warm and a little bit swollen. “I… gonna schit in the schofa. Imma wanna geth drunschk.” She smiled. “I now you do, you always chose me and alcohol over anything else.” My cock was almost errect as I staggered to the living room.

She knows the cure for a hangover...

it looks like a centipede! Love it! ❤️

So it finally happened... I popped not one but two buttons of my green dress this morning 🥵

This is the way. ❤️

what is the most perverse thing your brain thinks when drunk

It doesn’t think a whole lot other than “more”

Mommy is perfect.

You are starting again aren’t you? 😈

Post lunch belly

I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t think I gain weight. And I work out quite regularly. But my gut seem to grow fatter by the week.