Masturbation is the only joy left to oneself,it is the joy of self luv which carries me through the mad rush of indoctrination which is the political wind now blowing.
So as i board put my hand on the stainless steel guide the smoothness which sends tingles through my body, how can that be, already i am aroused by a simple lust of machinery.Who will be on this bus this journey around the next corner will it be full of cocks will the hammer house of horror ring in the dark tossed nights when silence, my hands fight off the desire to reach down and brake my vow, will sperm ouse from the ceiling or perhaps at the terminus the wish of a plump cunt be there for me to treasure, will spiders pour from beneath the seats rush up my trouser leg jingling the bell and howling in the wind, the darkest of dreams chocolate starfish cascade,will the bell ring,the order given to eat supper and how will the command be felt when such an order is given.
I have been on many bus journeys,it is one of the most comforting feelings to be driven by someone,to sit and stare out of the window of the world and to masturbate in deft silence is one of the greatest joys,the door closes around me i take my seat the view out of the window is a cloudless sunny sky for now..the journey has begun.