Real Time

Just for this post, I'm stepping out of retelling mode and stepping into real time.

I am so unbelievably fucking horny. I feel like I'm going to lose my mind.

I keep thinking about David and wanting him here with me right now. God, the things I'd do to him...and the things I'd let him do to me! If he were here now with me, we'd be going at it like there's no tomorrow.

I've even written a few "stories" about the two of us, hoping it would be somewhat of an outlet for me...and I'm DYING for him to read and respond to them...but it wouldn't really be appropriate for me to send to him now. He's trying to focus on his recovery and I don't want to distract him or embarrass myself.

But DAMN. I'm about to explode. I can't think of anything else but how our naked bodies felt when we were pressed together, hot and sticky and sweaty. How it feels when we kiss, how his lips gently pull and suck on mine. How he looks when his mouth is wrapped around my breasts. How he stares into my eyes when he thrusts into me.

God.

This is definitely the downside to having an active imagination/creative mind...times like these when it kicks into overdrive and there's no one around to help me out.

Guess there'll be many cold showers in my future. And I guess I'll be forming an even-deeper attachment to my vibrator.