I lose it, and throw a tantrum

The pressure finally finished building, and I let out a loud shout of frustration. This was supposed to be a vacation AWAY from the stupid ‘adventures’ my tormentors put me through. And yet I’d somehow managed to put myself in the worst one ever. ALL ON MY OWN!!

“What is WRONG with me?!” I shouted to no one in particular. “How could I be such an idiot?" I continued ranting. "Masturbating on a bus crowded with strangers, peeing myself, using my only clothes to clean it up, leaving my only useful bags at the station, walking outside in only a pair of panties!” I looked down at my crotch, tingling in anticipation, and only got more infuriated, “AND WHY THE HELL AM I STILL SO DAMN HORNY!”

After another scream of anger, I stopped, my breathing heavy from all the shouting. As mad as I was, I knew it wasn’t going to do me any good. I had to get home. Details of how I'd do that still eluded me. The bus had left at almost noon, and it was late at night now. I was miles away from anywhere I recognized, stuck in the middle of nowhere.

I suddenly realized that I wished Alicia, Carrie, or even Lisa was here. At least when they were around they seemed to always be in control. But I guess they weren’t compulsive public masturbators either. I shook the thought away, knowing that there was no point wishing they were here now. I was on my own for this.