Once upon a time, in a far distant warped world, a boy, not too old,
but not too young either, lay in bed, afraid of the future, regretting
the past, clenching his teeth, wishing, hoping, that he would find his
passion for the eve's pleasure. As his mind(and hand) wander, his
fear's overcome the great desire of the evening.
Success, must be the key, but failure is on the mind's eye this evening.
A gentle melody creeps slowly. Soft, soothing, he fall's asleep.
A night's dream's, perhaps, even nightmares' awaiting him on the other
side. Perhaps, he is just too scared to masturbate.
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