/lit/ - Literature

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Sweat oozed from /lit’s wrinkled forehead, the aftermath of what had to be done.
“Fuck!” /lit’s voice echoed off to noone in particular.
“Why am I so weak? When I am in my books I feel so strong, but just one look at that pretty rose and I was all to mush. That throbbing in my pants overtook my motivation to learn and I could think of nothing other than to relieve that dull, aching sensation.”
/lit was coming to the realization that it was time for change. He flung his book across the room, it being propelled by the force of /lit’s sexual frustration.
to be continued.