Cabin fever! Craving--oh, really craving strange in the worst way. Feels like if I walked into the typhoon outside my door, it would evaporate on contact. I want to burn with humiliation, red-faced and awkward--I want that feeling of expectation without knowing what to expect. Off-balance. Thighs quivering with the strain of remaining still. Lump in the back of my throat. Hoping. Hoping.
Fuckstration.
Fuckstration.

