A/N: Pics and video are up on the blog. This is BY FAR my favorite chapter so far.
I'm a sexual deviant.
I have to be…otherwise I never would have done what I did.
The day the foyer got cleared out, I was fine. Or at least I thought I was. Maybe I was just riding the high of everyone being so happy and supportive of me.
The day after I even did more returns for some of my more recent purchases. Emmett and Dad were more than happy to help me get the stuff over to the UPS store.
But when I crashed…I crashed hard, and I started feeling that familiar need to go and order something. I was fighting the urge the best I could. I knew I could have called Dr. Brandon, but I wanted to try to work through it on my own. I kept thinking of how happy Bella was for me when the foyer got finished…that smile on her face, and the way she felt against me as she hugged me. And that's when it came on. That goddamn infomercial from hell.
The Shake Weight infomercial played, putting ungentlemanly thoughts in my head. My mind started playing tricks on me and I swore I thought Bella was in the room as I remembered her honeysuckle and vanilla scent. Before I knew it, I was imagining it was her in the infomercial, and that it wasn't a weight she was holding.
By the time the damn infomercial ended I was hard as steel, and I just couldn't help myself. I grabbed my laptop and pulled up YouTube faster than I ever thought I could move. I pulled up the Shake Weight infomercial and hit play with one hand as I used the other to yank my pajama pants down below my hips.
I gripped myself firmly as I watched the video playing on the screen, stroking myself faster and harder as I imagined the girl in the commercial was Bella, and that she was jerking me off instead of playing with some stupid weight. The video ended and I hit play again, watching and grunting as I abused my now leaking cock, driving myself closer to release. As the girl in the commercial continued to talk as she used the weight, I not only imagined that it was Bella playing with my cock, but I started to imagine her voice as well, saying dirty, naughty things to me as she fondled me, and with a final groan, Bella's name flew from my lips as the evidence of my orgasm pooled on my chest.
I laid my head back, trying to catch my breath, the words "Call now or go to our website to order," piped through the speakers of my computer. That's when I realized what I had done…and just how perverted I must be. Especially since I then proceeded to order three dozen shake weights, and even paid for expedited shipping so they would get delivered by the end of the week.
I tried telling myself it was a one time thing, but it hasn't been…every time that damn commercial has come on the tv, it has sent me running to the bathroom with a raging boner like I'm some thirteen year old pubescent boy.
I don't know how I'm going to look Bella in the eye again. I "m definitely going to have to figure some way to get this under control, because as much as I know Dr. Brandon is there to help me…it'll be a cold day in hell before I ask her for help on this issue.
A/N: Chapter 13 will post tomorrow, and we'll get a little more of Hoarderward's childhood.