The boys at work don’t have a clue. They just think I’m an awkward nerdy girl. They don’t see this body (pic on profile) that I hide in loose tops and boxy suits. They think I go home and watch chick flicks or play video games. They have no idea what I really with.
And it’s been a long day.
Every day seems long when you’re single. The evenings are dull. There’s is nothing to looking to forward to except a dark bedroom and complete silence. Or maybe just a little humming sound.
I’ve been thinking about it all day. I’m always thinking about it if I’m honest. Is everyone this horny at twenty-two? Shouldn’t I have gotten it out of my system in college? I definitely did my share of fucking.
My friends aren’t this obsessed with sex. At least they pretend they aren’t.
I get home and go straight upstairs. It’s already dark outside. I don’t fix dinner. I don’t make myself a drink to take the edge off. I don’t take a long, luxurious bath like I sometimes do.