Walking Back Home, And Really Horny

Monica walked along the street, not caring that it was late. She was bothered by the fact that the doctor had compared her to a cow in heat. Did he actually believe that women were like that?

"~You're like that Monnie..." A voice rang in her head. "~And you like being used and filled, and you're gonna make everyone so happy by making babies." The voice continued.

She tried her best to block the thoughts from her head, but it was difficult. She didn't realize she was walking the long way home, or that the buzzing in her mind was getting louder and more distracting.

She was on autopilot, and soon found herself outside the local bar she and Anna frequented, Great Times. A drunk man stumbled out of the entrance, and walked into her, almost knocking her over. He grabbed her hips and held her in place. "Woah there sweetie." The man said, as he held her close. She felt his erection against her belly, and her breath became shallow, and her body ached.

"Oh my, did I hurt you?" He asked.

"I, um.." Monica's words were slurred, and the man could see her chest rising and falling with each breath, her nipples were hardening in suspense.

"What's a sexy thing like you doing out at this hour?" The man looked her up and down, his hands still holding her hips.

Monica's vision was blurry and her mind was hazy. Her thoughts were cloudy.
"~You're thirsty silly!" A voice in her head said.

"I'm thirsty." Monica giggled.

"Thirsty, huh? How about I buy you a drink?" The man asked.

"~You're thirsty for something special Monnie!" The voice chimed again.

"I'm thirsty for something special..." Monica's voice trailed off.

The man eyed her some more, and without missing a beat, "I see, I think there's something special in the alleyway that might satisfy that thirst. Come with me, babe."

The man started leading her towards the alleyway.