Usually, when I caress myself by imagining something, the moment I feel complete, the imagination immediately goes away. There was no motivation at all for me to stop. How? Normally I enjoy the whole experience from beginning to end, and I like it when it lasts long so I can savor every moment, but this time I was so itching that I just wanted to immediately burst. I needed a few moments to even recover from that amazing feeling and get up to look at the mess I had made. There were even more questions springing up every moment. Then I pulled out the dusty notebook lying beneath it, quickly wiped off the dust with my hand, and lost my thoughts in it for a little while. Nothing at all. What would I do with it tonight? “There was a whole back side to this necklace that I never even thought of looking at yesterday?!” I thought to myself. At the time I was so lost in thoughts about the necklace’s power that my mind completely skipped the fact that I hadn’t released a drop of honey in the real world.
