My body seems to react strangle when I go a day without cumming. My mind tightens and goes liquid, rippling with every deep breath. I feel hot and flushed, as if a thunderstorm were brewing in my rib cage. Humid and heavy. Steam emanates off my soul. Energy sizzles and crackles through my muscles and bones.
Every other thought is dangerously laced with desire. My heart thuds against my chest at the slightest inclination of arousal. My mind spins.
When I woke up this morning, horny beyond measure, I made the conscious decision to not wear underwear today. A cotton shirt, a purple sweater, and dark leggings that hugged my form. It was supposed to rain today (outside, not just in my head), and if my shirt got wet, it would be see-through.
On the train ride, I eyed every person I found attractive. Guy or girl, I looked into their faces and pictured wrapping myself around their bodies like ivy on trees. Or like a kitten pouncing on someone they want to lick and nuzzle. Sitting on the cold seats, only a thin cloth between my butt and the surface, I wondered if I would visibly start steaming. I wanted to sit on someone’s lap and feel their warmth.