Of stress?

You would think it will get easier now. All the most beautiful women in reach, willing to do anything you want with them. Romantic one on ones? No problem, with Kara and Sophia. A good old fashioned blowjob? No problem at all for all, except for Clara. A prospect at experiencing someone’s virginity? Clara at standby. A good hard fuck? Sophia and Ella. A threesome? No problem with Kylie and Kate. A dominant roleplay? Kate is all for it. Any roleplay? Anal? Plenty to choose from. Just a quicky to release some steam? All of them, except Clara, but Emma would the best choice. But the thing is, Alex, you are not interested in it. Well, you were, perhaps you still are, with a dirty mind like yours, you would have called it heaven a year ago. Or even just before the war. But now, with the sheer weight of responsibility for all of them?

Your problems are solved in the cave. Everyone seems happy. Clara had the most beautiful smile on her face, found back her self-confidence and was heard singing in the shower. Beautiful singing, not that cat screeching singing voice of yours, only allowed under the shower, and for good reason...

All your problems? Well, no... You’re talking to yourself. Never a good sign. To other non-existent people you could argue that living with eight women as a man, even if they all love you and respect each other, is not as easy as it seems. They all have problems. From their past, certainly Ambra, but the others too. They have history, even the ones that don’t talk about it. But it shows sometimes. And they have, just like men, hormonal problems. More than men. A lot more than men. The vast supply of anti-conception pills will not deplete any time soon, but that doesn’t solve the mood swings. Nor the pain, nor the minor loss of blood, nor the headaches. And with eight women there always two who have it in the same week, on average, depending on their personal cycle. They have learnt to live with it, more or less, to be active or less active, to be wanting or less wanting, but in a lock-down? Are you kidding me? That is a whole other ball-game...

A lion in the savannah barely hunts, and you can understand perfectly now, why that is. It is not because he is lazy. It is not because the women serve him and their kittens. It is because he is stressed. He had success attracting the females, was happy with it, but when he realized how bad it can get, he was fucked. Once the females realize they can play the boss with their lion, that he is deep-down a softie, he is irrevocably fucked.

Being the so-called leader of the pack, doesn’t make it any easier. Looking constantly for compromises, hearing everyone’s opinion, even if you didn’t ask for them, no place safe to get some rest... No wonder the concept of the man-cave was so popular. Sometimes a man needs to be alone. To not think. If the women in his life allow it. If he is lucky.

Which you are not. At least not in this matter. Especially and only in this matter.

Crap, my shower time is done... Be strong, Alex, be strong...

“Why are you always mumbling in the shower? Is there something on your mind?”

“Nothing, Kate, just singing as quietly as I can...”

“Ah... Good, I heard that singing voice of you once... a tomcat in heat sings more beautifully than you...”

“It is... You could **** Russians with it, they would give you all their secret plans and even invent some, just to make you stop...”