At Home – The Unbearable Lust

Introduction: After the climax, we need to build up the suspense again. Give the story two or three chapters to establish a suitable backstory.

Six days had passed since her period.

Lisa lay naked on her bed, her legs slightly apart, a pillow clamped tightly between her thighs. She’d started taking the pill again straight after her period. No more fear of pregnancy. Just this endless, gnawing lust that she could barely stand.

Her body was in turmoil. Her breasts felt heavy and sensitive, her nipples constantly hard. Her pussy was almost permanently wet, even when she wasn’t doing anything. Every little movement, every time she sat down, every time she put on clothes made her flinch, because the fabric brushed against her sensitive clitoris.

She’d tried to distract herself with work. Sorting through old photos, replying to emails, accepting a few standard advertising enquiries. But it didn’t help. Her head was full of images from the car wash, the vibrating motorbike, the container. Of strangers’ hands on her skin. Of hard cocks in a communal shower they’d never used.

She opened Instagram. Lukas had posted another story – a sunset in Bali, a selfie with a rucksack, a short message: “Two-month photography trip.”

He was still messaging her. Just casual, flirty messages and beautiful pictures from Southeast Asia.

Lisa’s inner thoughts:

Two months… he’s really gone for two months. We never agreed on anything exclusive. The thing in the container wasn’t meant to be a grand gesture but a gift, because I was just so horny and it felt right. But it’s not enough for anything more than friends with benefits.

Still… I thought I’d got myself a regular fuck buddy now. Oh man. Instead, he’s posting sunsets. Sure, thanks to Jan’s camera we’d already had video sex, but it’s not the same. I’m lying here, hornier than ever, my body screaming for sex, and there’s nothing I can do about it. She slid a hand between her legs and began to rub herself slowly. Her clitoris was swollen and hypersensitive. She came quickly, with a quiet, frustrated moan – yet another brief, unsatisfying climax that only made the emptiness afterwards feel even greater. Afterwards, she lay there, staring at the ceiling and breathing heavily.

Just as she was about to put her phone down, it vibrated.

Jan: Hey Lisa, I hope you’ve had a good break. I’ve got a small but very laid-back idea for your Insta portfolio. A friend of mine has an event venue with several themed rooms. Nothing expensive, nothing big – just a few casual photos in a ball pit room. It’ll only cost us €400. Fancy it? No pressure. If you need a bit more time off, just let me know.

Lisa read the message twice. Work. A distraction. Something normal. She typed back before she could change her mind: Lisa: Yeah, sounds good. When would that be?

Jan replied almost immediately. Jan: Any time, tomorrow afternoon? Just 2–3 hours. Totally relaxed. I’ll pick you up if you like.

Lisa put her phone down and took a deep breath. Lisa’s inner thoughts: Good. Work. That’s good. I need a distraction. I mustn’t spend all my time thinking only about sex… about hard cocks… about hands holding me tight… She squeezed the pillow tighter between her legs and closed her eyes.