My Playground

Three days. That was my limit and I was losing my mind by the end of it. It awakened something in me I didn’t know was sitting there waiting. It’s worse than ovulating because at least then you can ignore it. This? You can’t. You’re soaking and ready for him anytime he wants and there’s nothing you can do about it because you handed him that decision. Your body stops being quiet about it too. She gets loud. Demanding. Every little touch feels like she’s clawing to let the slut out and every dirty thought that crosses your mind just feeds her more until you can barely think straight. I thought going out with friends would help to keep myself distracted. Biggest mistake. Sitting there trying to hold a normal conversation while my body was screaming. Not caring who, not caring where, just needing to get fucked. Being self-aware made it so much worse. Being conscious of having thoughts like that when I shouldn’t only made me wetter. Watching myself spiral in real time and still not being able to stop it. Everything set me off. A song. A look. The wind. Keeping my phone between my legs was the final mistake. One notification. One vibration. And a moan slipped out before I could swallow it.