“Hmph” you let out quietly as you walk in front of the TV I’m watching for the third time in the past 10 minutes. You plop down next to me and take the pillow I had in my lap for yourself.
“So we’re in a mood today, are we?” I think to myself. It’s an early Saturday afternoon, and we don’t have anything on the agenda, just a nice, lazy Saturday. Or at least it was.
You’re 4 days into your period and your normal bratty self is amplified in a way you get sometimes when it’s that time of the month– untouched for a few days. You’re frustrated, bothered, wanting touched, and not wanting touched. You don’t even know how to express what you want, but I know.
I am not above a little messy indulging, and there are other holes that can be filled. Besides, I am always intrigued when you get like this once in awhile. It’s like you don’t know what you want, as if sex isn’t even an option that can cross your mind because of what’s going on down there. It’s all so interesting to me– how obvious it is, but how unaware you seem.