Quiet Saturday Night at Home

It's Saturday night, and instead of partying or working, you're home working on a paper that's due Monday. Normally, if you don't get a waitress shift on Saturday, you're out clubbing or partying with friends but a shortage of money and the need to get the paper finished has limited your options to sitting home and feeling sorry for yourself.

Both of your room-mates are out, Jenna clubbing and Nicole on a date with her latest boyfriend. Both of them having a great time, you have no doubt, and with at least some chance of getting laid.

Which is more than you have, you grumble to yourself, typing into your laptop. It's been a few weeks since you last had sex, and the lack of it, as well as the erotic dreams you've been having lately, have you feeling almost perpetually horny.

You have a couple of fuck buddies that normally you'd call on in such a situation, but one recently got involved with a particularly jealous girlfriend and is out of circulation for the moment, while the other had to fly home because his father had a heart attack and was hospitalized.

Leaving you all alone and unfulfilled, you sigh. Oh well, at least you have no excuse not to finish the paper, do you Lisa?

No excuse except for the unsatisfied emptiness of your pussy. You stroke your hand up the inside of your thigh, wishing your slim fingers were a man's strong hand. The only clothes you're wearing is a loose fitting t-shirt, and with a little purr you gently stroke your shaven mound, teasing your labia, toying with the thought of opening a porn site and getting out your vibrator.

Although it seems that doesn't keep you satisfied for long any more. You brought yourself to orgasm before you sat down to work on your paper, hoping the release would let you keep your mind focussed, but here you are dreaming about having a cock pounding you as you squeal for more.

You've never felt so frustrated.