Get what she craves

Inside the warmth of the shower, I begin to explore my body. At least here I can do what I want, and I can think of who I want to. I don't have to look at him either. I can just close my eyes and picture whoever I want. Xavier, Ben, James, Mr. Tsu. Anyone but that fat bastard. I can also touch myself in the way I want. The only thing I have to be mindful of is to not moan too loudly, less I give Greg any more ideas.

Whilst I rub away, I clench my jaw. Under my practice touch, I can't help but let out a few muffled moans. Especially when I'm thinking of my many, much better lovers I've been with. That, or trying to picture the man I'll meet tomorrow. Hopefully it'll be an actual man who can do much better than Greg. Not like that'd be hard.

I might be taking too long, but I need this. I need remind myself of what sex can be like. What it's like to feel an orgasm approach. How it begins with my legs trembling in anticipation. How my body tenses up right before I find myself overcome with orgasmic bliss. My body shudders as I lean against the steamy glass, hoping it can bear my weight. It's a small victory, but one I indulge in all the same.

Once I calm down, I finish up and head back out to find Greg sleeping on the couch. He really must've been a while if those few minutes have taken him out. Well, I guess all that's left to do is find the bedroom and get some rest.