I got home that evening from the wedding, and you were gone. I thought maybe it was some kind of sex game at first, but after I called you multiple times and it went straight to voicemail, I was starting to think something else was up.
why were you ignoring me? what did I do? was I not good enough? I couldn’t imagine my life without him at this point, or sex without him at this point. I was still worked up though, so I got into bed and played with myself while thinking about him for what felt like hours. no matter what I tried, I just couldn’t get off. so I rolled over, frustrated, and went to sleep.