Trapped (Patreon)

You manage to get yourself caught in a loop.

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Come on, you were nearly back at your desk. You just had to get back and then… And then… What? What were you going to do? What had you been doing? You looked around, mind full of fog, so hazy. Your eyes alit on something, fixed to the far wall of your room.

The dildo. Your dildo. So nice to suck. To let yourself get lost in it… The sensation filling your mouth. You knelt, and began. Immediately, a thought blossomed in your brain. Your shopping list. That’s what you had been doing. Where was your phone? Oh, yeah, back at your desk.

You should go to it. But… Sucking the dildo was what was letting you think. You knew that the longer you went without your lips wrapped around it, the harder it got to think, the more you forgot what you were doing. How many times had you tried to get your phone?

It was hard to remember. Even when you were sucking the dildo, your mind wasn’t at full capacity. But you had to give it another go. You prepared, fixing the thought of writing the shopping list in your head, and stood, heading to your desk. You could feel your thoughts slipping.