Added 2023-01-06 08:00:08 +0000 UTC
In my piano lesson, I sat there trying to concentrate on Rachmaninov, but all I could think of was the warm and sticky sensation that had blown my mind just a few hours before. Could my teacher tell? Did I have “serial masturbator” etched on my forehead? But most importantly, when could I make my excuses and lock myself in my room for round two?
