Exhaustion kicks in

Once more out of breath, you sit on your floor awhile. It feels as if your very life might be at risk, with how exhausted you feel after your evening. You knew that you had to make things right with Anna, but you couldn't do anything until you had regained your composure. You flip over onto your belly to make sure the door was indeed closed this time. Satisfied that it is, you rest your head on the floor, and close your very tired eyes.

You wake up several hours later, cold, sticky, and sore. The sun had set long ago, and your room was dark. You stand on shaky legs, and shuffle towards a lightswitch on the wall. Once the light was on, you lean against the wall, and slide down to the carpet to rest a little longer. Your eyes once again fall on the chair, and your, now limp, dick.

You try to push the thought out of your mind, but the second you see it, the second the impulse to have it inside you returns. Your hands and legs start dragging you towards it of their own volition, until you simply can't take it anymore, and fall on your side just short of the chair. Thoughts begin to whir in your head. If you can't focus without your own cock inside your own cunt, then you would have to make it so. The stupid ring should fit on any surface, so you simply had to imagine it on a different surface. What did you have nearby?

You scan the room, and within arms reach were the pair of panties you had discarded earlier, and a 3"x5" notecard that had fallen under your desk. Knowing that it was likely you wouldn't have the mental energy to move your dick later, you shift it to the notecard, and, in a flicker of reality, your dick appeared on the notecard like it had appeared on the chair earlier.

You take the notecard, and, flipping onto your back, attempt to stuff your flaccid cock back inside yourself. The moisture from earlier had mostly dried up, so you really had to get your fingers in there and struggle with it. Once the head was in, you guide the notecard in closer, carefully guiding your limp member as you go. When you can go no further, you take one hand and shimmy the panties up your legs as best as you can.

With some effort, you now have two free hands, and have discovered the most convoluted way to hide a boner that you can imagine.

"At this rate I'm going to get myself pregnant before I can turn this damn thing off," you complain to no one in particular.

Struggling a little further, you manage to shimmy your way into your bed and under your covers; passing out again, as soon as your head hits the pillow.