When I haven’t touched my penis in what seems like forever… I miss it, and it misses me.
When I pull down my pants, I see it soaring in the air, up and proud like an eagle, with hands on my hips and chest out.
In the bathroom, looking straight down, as it appears very isolated and not touched in a long time, with a sad look on its face.
It looks at me with a lonely appearance, asking “Why don’t you play with me anymore?”
But instead of giving in to its demands… I look at it, so majestic and proud, hanging free like an eagle, and teaching it how to be a good penis.
Now we can stay together during my NoFap adventure, my penis proud of me for not touching it, and me proud of myself for not touching it, with my hands on my hips, loud and proud.
Attached to my body, yet somehow never touched.