... I was letting my imagination, and my continued frustration, get the better of me again. I lounged for several more moments, luxuriating in the richness of my self-pity. The pulsing fire and need between my legs had cooled during the night, but there was a distinct tension in my body, a universal tautness of muscle and sinew, which betrayed my latent desire, coiled like a spring inside me, capable at any moment to erupt into full-blown fuck-lust. I extricated myself from the twisted sheets of the bed and freshened myself up in the bathroom, splashing water on my face, combing my hair, and brushing my teeth. |