Rough Night

It's morning. She stirs from a restless night, hung over from thoughts and imaginings, tired, weak and still horny.

The fire had raged within her all evening and into the night, a longing, yearning to be loved, to be laid down and treated to a session which was all about her....no requirement on her part to give pleasure, just to relax and receive. With no available outlet she worked as much as her rambling mind and hormones would allow; she worked out for an hour in hopes that the exhaustion would undo the burn deep within her loins....it all didn't work.

As she battled self she thought about why it was that she was in this position still. Why does she not have that one guy who meets all her needs...financial, emotional and freaky. Why wasn't she able to have sustained interest in only one man, why she had buried the love she had so deep within, never to be unchained again, why must she fight each day to be a better person only to have her efforts derailed.

The heaviness of the issue took its toll and the usual suspect played in her mind as an outlet for release but......this was not what she wanted. One cannot expect a successful year if one is constantly breaking resolutions aimed at restoring, re engineering oneself. So she prayed for sleep, which came but with unwanted dreams....sigh.

Winning this battle will take great courage and commitment, she thought and whispered another prayer for strength, patience and tolerance for the once a week sex which was not what she was accustomed to but a necessary distraction to restore focus...at least somewhat.