WANT FUCKING. NOW NOW NOW.

Sex lately. I feel reserved. Like I want the lights off. Really… wtf? My brain space does a 180 from last week, I want to say this is hormonal. But this seems to be the term commonly used but no-one can break it down exactly. I want scientific reasoning’s mutha fuckers. Anyway, sex, there’s been a bit. It’s really a struggle the past week or so to get myself feeling anything other than tired and just wanting a cuddle. My head reels with thoughts of dirty fucking, but in the real world I just can’t, well not right now anyway. Go figure. Hormones? Hmphh…

So my body goes through stages, quite distinctly since being off the pill, when on the pill I didn’t notice it so much. Now it’s very obvious with somewhat of a set routine. Last week, hanging from the ceiling, dirty glances, hungry for it. This week, very little – although I did whimper a FUCK ME last night, it came with a shyness that I had no part of last week.

When bleeding, nuthin’. Before bleeding, yeah – FUCK ME.

I am craving, in my brain space, really really intimate hardcore dirty sex, close, sweaty, hard, I want to gasp for breath. The outer body doesn’t seem to want to let out what the inner chatter has to say though, rather it’s gone all soft. Retreating.

WANT FUCKING.

NOW NOW NOW.