I couldn’t sleep. I was trying to be holy, but the growing discomfort down under begged for release (damn it ovulation!)…
I’ve been sober from porn for almost a year….
No intentions of going back.
So I jumped to the next best thing (well not best… but you catch my drift): erotica
All it did was make me even more amorous…… le sigh. Too lazy to get up and take a cold shower.
*click* *scroll* *read*
Wow… people are out here having AMAZING SEX! Or maybe that’s a lie. Maybe that’s the point of erotica…. to make things seem more sensual than they actually are. When will I learn.
On nights like these, I wish I had someone to hold me. And do more besides.
I get the bright idea (sarcasm) to watch Being Mary Jane.
Mmmmm Omari Hardwick. Gabrielle Union. Not a good idea.
Then I decide to check out Insecure.
I need to go to bed now. But first.
Ah, that’s better. Now I can go to sleep. Or not….
Forty five minutes later and I awake with a start. I had a crazy case of the munchies.
Chunky apple sauce, seaweed strips, strawberry yogurt O’s cereal and some water.
Ah, I can sleep now.
I should have just went straight to sleep…… wet and full isn’t the best combination.