Overly Frustrated? Mid-Life Crisis? Send Help.

[thatdudejason]

I’m in my mid-30’s and I think I’m having a fucking mid-life crisis. Listen I’m not saying this shit to brag, but I need to just paint the honest narrative. I have a pretty successful career, I did pretty decent in the gene pool; I know I’m a good looking guy and to top it off I’m 6’4” and athletic. My parents raised me right and I think I did pretty well raising myself into the man that I am today. I’m lucky. Self-praise is no recommendation but you get it, I can get laid. Easily. God I could login to my Tinder account and make the effort to read / respond to 1 girl a day until I find what I’m looking for (I don’t want a 1 night stand.) I have over 100 unread messages. I just won’t do it. I’m an Emergency Department Physician surrounded by gorgeous nurses left and right but I don’t want workplace drama so I don’t ever even slightly entertain it. To conclude this introduction up, outside of my (non-existent) sex life, I’m overall happy and I enjoy my life.

Now let’s talk about the shit that I put myself through… Shew..

I took this picture 2 hours ago

My dick is tucked straight up into my waistband.

Why?
Because I spent my entire morning fantasizing about having a woman giving me an earth-shattering two handed tug. So then when come to visit patients, my mind is all over the gutter and my dick would be poking out eyes if I didn’t do it. It’s uncomfortable as fuck. I do this to myself every shift.

And then?
Well usually I don’t take a selfie, but I decided I was going to ask about this issue in perhaps the best place. Of course after I took the selfie I was heading over to my office chair to get on my computer and do some charting. After sitting down I push my dick down out of my waistband and touch myself endlessly through my scrubs with one hand whilst doing computer work with the other. Probably seems a contrasting distraction but it’s just right amount to edge myself in a sense.

Once my charting is done, you’ll find me on this website desperately searching for stories of girls describing doing exactly what I like. I read a story the other day where a girl was describing how she just wanted to be under her husband’s work desk and then went on to explain a sensual serving handjob… I put my phone done, my hand down my pants and stared down at the floor under my desk while I busted a nut to the idea of it.

Do I think there’s anything wrong with that? Fuck no. I just don’t fucking know why I keep myself from having that shit for myself.

Barring that incident, I don’t bust nuts at work. So today at work, my nut was not busted.

When I got home, guess what?
That’s why it has to go in my waistband.

But yeah you know how this story ends. I end up moaning to a pocket pussy.

Ok I’m standing here naked typing this, gotta go finish my day

 

[Saint_Ann]

I’m in my mid-30’s and I think I’m having a fucking mid-life crisis. Listen I’m not saying this shit to brag, but I need to just paint the honest narrative. I have a pretty successful career, I did pretty decent in the gene pool; I know I’m a good looking guy and to top it off I’m 6’4” and athletic. My parents raised me right and I think I did pretty well raising myself into the man that I am today. I’m lucky. Self-praise is no recommendation but you get it, I can get laid. Easily. God I could login to my Tinder account and make the effort to read / respond to 1 girl a day until I find what I’m looking for (I don’t want a 1 night stand.) I have over 100 unread messages. I just won’t do it. I’m an Emergency Department Physician surrounded by gorgeous nurses left and right but I don’t want workplace drama so I don’t ever even slightly entertain it. To conclude this introduction up, outside of my (non-existent) sex life, I’m overall happy and I enjoy my life.

Now let’s talk about the shit that I put myself through… Shew..

I took this picture 2 hours ago
View attachment 2363129
My dick is tucked straight up into my waistband.

Why?
Because I spent my entire morning fantasizing about having a woman giving me an earth-shattering two handed tug. So then when come to visit patients, my mind is all over the gutter and my dick would be poking out eyes if I didn’t do it. It’s uncomfortable as fuck. I do this to myself every shift.

And then?
Well usually I don’t take a selfie, but I decided I was going to ask about this issue in perhaps the best place. Of course after I took the selfie I was heading over to my office chair to get on my computer and do some charting. After sitting down I push my dick down out of my waistband and touch myself endlessly through my scrubs with one hand whilst doing computer work with the other. Probably seems a contrasting distraction but it’s just right amount to edge myself in a sense.

Once my charting is done, you’ll find me on this website desperately searching for stories of girls describing doing exactly what I like. I read a story the other day where a girl was describing how she just wanted to be under her husband’s work desk and then went on to explain a sensual serving handjob… I put my phone done, my hand down my pants and stared down at the floor under my desk while I busted a nut to the idea of it.

Do I think there’s anything wrong with that? Fuck no. I just don’t fucking know why I keep myself from having that shit for myself.

Barring that incident, I don’t bust nuts at work. So today at work, my nut was not busted.

When I got home, guess what?View attachment 2363140
That’s why it has to go in my waistband.

But yeah you know how this story ends. I end up moaning to a pocket pussy.

Ok I’m standing here naked typing this, gotta go finish my day

Smells like bullshirt to me.

 

[Yarglenurp]

Shouldn’t this belong in the roleplay forum?

 

[13Fantasies]

I laughed. Makes for a great rom com.

 

[BobYesTheBob]

I’m in my mid-30’s and I think I’m having a fucking mid-life crisis. Listen I’m not saying this shit to brag, but I need to just paint the honest narrative. I have a pretty successful career, I did pretty decent in the gene pool; I know I’m a good looking guy and to top it off I’m 6’4” and athletic. My parents raised me right and I think I did pretty well raising myself into the man that I am today. I’m lucky. Self-praise is no recommendation but you get it, I can get laid. Easily. God I could login to my Tinder account and make the effort to read / respond to 1 girl a day until I find what I’m looking for (I don’t want a 1 night stand.) I have over 100 unread messages. I just won’t do it. I’m an Emergency Department Physician surrounded by gorgeous nurses left and right but I don’t want workplace drama so I don’t ever even slightly entertain it. To conclude this introduction up, outside of my (non-existent) sex life, I’m overall happy and I enjoy my life.

Now let’s talk about the shit that I put myself through… Shew..

I took this picture 2 hours ago
View attachment 2363129
My dick is tucked straight up into my waistband.

Why?
Because I spent my entire morning fantasizing about having a woman giving me an earth-shattering two handed tug. So then when come to visit patients, my mind is all over the gutter and my dick would be poking out eyes if I didn’t do it. It’s uncomfortable as fuck. I do this to myself every shift.

And then?
Well usually I don’t take a selfie, but I decided I was going to ask about this issue in perhaps the best place. Of course after I took the selfie I was heading over to my office chair to get on my computer and do some charting. After sitting down I push my dick down out of my waistband and touch myself endlessly through my scrubs with one hand whilst doing computer work with the other. Probably seems a contrasting distraction but it’s just right amount to edge myself in a sense.

Once my charting is done, you’ll find me on this website desperately searching for stories of girls describing doing exactly what I like. I read a story the other day where a girl was describing how she just wanted to be under her husband’s work desk and then went on to explain a sensual serving handjob… I put my phone done, my hand down my pants and stared down at the floor under my desk while I busted a nut to the idea of it.

Do I think there’s anything wrong with that? Fuck no. I just don’t fucking know why I keep myself from having that shit for myself.

Barring that incident, I don’t bust nuts at work. So today at work, my nut was not busted.

When I got home, guess what?View attachment 2363140
That’s why it has to go in my waistband.

But yeah you know how this story ends. I end up moaning to a pocket pussy.

Ok I’m standing here naked typing this, gotta go finish my day

Jason, my Son, I have what can only be termed fantastic news, a solution...to your crisis, a means that is guaranteed to find for you that perfect person in your life. AI is progressing at a speed heretofore unheard of and with nothing more than the selfies, those same selfies you spend your days...and nights...taking, reviewing, contemplating and posting, you can have that perfect partner - yourself. For you see, of all the mental illnesses you could have been afflicted with, you did hit the genetic jackpot - you got NPD...narcissistic personality disorder and while many might feel badly for you, I am not many, I am but one. The One True God. Yes. Not many people currently living are given the privilege I am granting you, this moment: A direct message from your creator, the creator of the entire universe, and savior of all mankind - well, except the woke, those retards are hellbound, fuck 'em.

But I digress. You are special, yes - you. Because I am God, I know you. I know that as a child even then, many of your teachers, peers, family members and even Sparkles the cat - remember Sparkles? He's doing great, by the way, they all knew. They did not want to over-prepare you for your role, but they knew. The term "special" was used by all of them, to a person - and cat. Jason, your days of relegating your seed to the pocket pussy, are over. I am in my infinite wisdom, opening the eyes of those who cannot see, the ears of those who cannot hear and the legs, of those...who have denied you access. From this moment forward, Jason, no woman of a majority age, will deny you. You every sexual desire - even that one you think nobody knows about (but I know...I'm God for fuck sake) will be granted to you. I am now making this official, You, Jason Brontmend...hold on. Jason, just....wait a sec, would you, please? OK, Jason, ummmmm this is, look, I'm embarrassed this does not happen a lot in my business I mean I'm God...dammit. There was a clerical error, I'm sorry, I really really hope you didn't throw away that pocket pussy but if you did, I'll...pay you back in some way, make it right because this guy? I'm all about righteousness. Everything else I said? Spot on. Oh, a couple of researchers were asking about you...do you know a Dr. Dunning and Dr. Kruger? IDK, they just said...ok...not a problem. Go and be, uh...blessed are...gottago. [WHO THE FUCK HIRED THE TEMP WORKER?! THIS IS THE 5TH TIME TODAY!]