Falling back

I didn't want to write this, I wanted to hide it. But that's not of God, all things will be known, all are already judged by him. It's my duty to be honest so I can tell people of God, otherwise I'd be a lier a hypocrite and Jesus hates those things. This happened a few days ago.

It's a hot day
Right out of bed
Rock hard
And I want it
Oh how I want this
Just to touch it
To look at one little picture
Read a really bad poem
Think about the deep lust
The ones about gangbangs
Taking turns
Sharing a woman
Tieing a woman down
Making her a obedant cock whore for me
Impregating a girl
My deepest feishes
And I just let the imagination go.
Soon I couldn't stop
It started slow
Just rubbing it a little
Then stroking it
Seeing how big it is
How it's grown
Taking pride in it
Knowing how lucking I am to have it
And I couldn't stop
It felt so good
I couldn't stop stroking it
And I blew fast
But didn't stop
and kept going
And going
And going
And after another half hour it blew again
And I kept on going
Thinking the wickedest things
Of how big I am
How great
How sexy I am
How full and tasty my balls are
How so many women would fall on there knees
For it
How all the world
Needed to let me in
To let me see them
To take me
And make me beat my babies
I was a slave to this
And it felt so good
And another half hour or so
And boom
And I felt bad
But not that bad
So I reated
And I cried inside
But it happened again
And it started up agian
And I went for so long and I couldn't stop
And I came a forth time in a few hours
I fell...
And had to make myself suffer for it
And begged
And repented
And he came back
and pulled me up
And said
Go forth