"Have fun, I love you"

"I love you too," Alice replies. "I'll see you when I get home. And no touching yourself!"

Your heart drops like a rock into your stomach. This is it. Alice is going to have sex with another man, and there's nothing you can do about it. Your head starts spinning, and for a moment you feel like you might throw up, and you lay down on the cold, comforting bathroom floor to try to collect yourself.

You simultaneously want to cry and masturbate until your cock falls off, and the unrelenting throbbing and leaking between your legs is all that anchors you. Your entire body shakes, and you break out in another cold sweat as you imagine what is happening as you think. You imagine Alice kissing this unknown man, and his hands on her body as he removes her dress. You imagine his and hands tongue on her pussy, or his sizable cock in her mouth, as their bodies intertwine and knead against each other in ecstasy.

You imagine her on her hands and knees on his bed, face pressed against the sheets as she moans and pants, his cock buried inside her. Or, her on top, her breasts bouncing and swaying as she rides him with abandon. Or, perhaps, her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusts in her, penetrating her deeply and stretching her out like you never could.

How many times will she cum? Will he cum in her, or on her? Will she swallow his load? Will they take a break and have another round, or will it be one-and-done? You realize, Alice loves her post-sex showers, will they shower together and have sex again?

The sensory overload bombards you, and just as soon as you think you can walk again, another wave of fantasy hits you and the cycle starts all over again. You go from laying in the bathroom, to laying in bed, and realizing you want to see her as soon as she comes in, into the couch to lay and wait watching the door like a homesick puppy. You try turning on the television, or putting on some music, but nothing helps to push your mind away from the sexual escapades and pleasures Alice may or may not be experiencing as you think.

One hour of agonizing, wordless, wait turns into two. And two into three. You keep your phone by you, in case Alice calls or texts, and constantly check it and the time both. You wonder if any word at all would be better than no word. You know that in your current state rest or sleep is entirely out of the question, and all you can do is involuntarily ride the emotional, arousing roller coaster.