لقد جاء على وجهي مرتين

I crawled my way out of bed and into the shower, ashamed of myself. I absently browsed, occasionally peeking into a topic that seemed interesting, but mostly just skimming titles and checking out the forum avatars of all the women I found. I set aside my laptop and phone, laying back in bed and closing my eyes, wondering who she was. Not as long as it was only ever thoughts. I clicked around a little bit, checking out her recent postings, needing to know more about this girl—it didn’t help much. It was a hell of a struggle, trying to find anything to criticize… It made sense, once I thought about it… It was like a cornucopia of smut! I copied her profile image the moment I was done, saving it to my spank-bank folder and expanding it to fill my screen. I told her how much I was looking forward to reading her other stories, as well—but that I was planning to limit myself to only one every few nights, to make them last.