Linda Angry was a good word, but frustrated was even better.Linda Angry was a good word, but frustrated was even better. Sexually frustrated. It was bad enough being driven into activily hunting for a man, any man, but what was even worse than that, finding an attractive man to screw and then being turned down! That damned George last night was a classic example of how stupid men were when it came right down to the nitty gritty of raw sexual longing, and Linda tossed her head negativily, remembering. Linda would begin to think that she knew something about men, and would be able to manipulate the man of her sexual choice, when bang, something like last night would happen and Linda thought that she was back on square one, like a high school freshman, wanting to screw but not knowing how to go about getting someone that was interested. There must be rules in the gamebook that she hadn't read. It was not unlike sitting down and playing Blackjack in a casino without being sure of the cards or the rules. Really frustrating! Most of the time she didn't think all that much about sex. Oh, she'd have liked to have a boyfriend, and maybe get married some day, but not right now, thank you kindly. The pressure of having a steady boyfriend was a burden more than she wanted. It was nice to have someone for the Friday night after work, relaxing, letdown of the pressures of the work week, and maybe a nice dinner out on Saturday night or even a Sunday afternoon lying in bed on a rainy day type sexual exertions, getting her brains fucked out. Snoozing a while while the world turned slowly past the half closed eyelids until a slowly awakening lust opened her myopic blue eyes, and drove her into some sweetly exciting hot sexual exploration. But Linda found the problems generated by a steady boyfriend, always wanting to come over and just lay around, maybe watching a football game on the tube which bored her out of her mind, to be more than she wanted to handle. |