I think I've gone grubby.
During a session of unholy onanism (using a secondary source image of an old school friend - girl, not boy...I'm not some kind of homeo-sexual) my internal dialogue grunted these words:
''Imagine if I spat on that. Go on luv...go on luv....then she bunged abit of tit in my mouth''
Post-ejaculation...I reverted to ''school-boy scabbed-knee'' consolation as I whispered ''I'm alright. It's alright. We're alright''.
Does masterbation bring out the crooked filth in you guys?