i had barely opened my eyes and i already knew it was going to be one of those days. the kind of day when i feel like i’m wearing my skin inside out, with every nerve ending exposed. lying across my comforter in the darkness of predawn, my body felt catlike, and i ignored the din of the clock radio to take the time to feel my muscles contract and expand in a long, deliberate stretch.

the short walk from bedroom to bathroom proved my prediction to be accurate, as the gentle friction of my pajamas caused my cock to harden involuntarily. fuck, i thought to myself, with a little laugh and a sigh. my body was stubbornly paying no mind to either time constraints or my jam packed schedule this morning.

i admired my bedhead in the mirror. damn, you just can’t pay a stylist to create hair as sexy as fresh morning hair. dropping my boxers and pulling my top over my chest, i decided to pass on a shower and instead treat myself to an unheard of monday morning bath. i giggled at the defiant decadence of such a luxury.

slipping into a steaming hot, vanilla scented piece of liquid heaven, i turned the faucet down to a warm, steady drizzle. it took mere moments of rubbing my hard flesh in the warm water. jesus christ. i came so hard and moaned so loud that i swallowed a large mouthful of water.

and so went my day. i was distracted and non-productive. i stayed semi-erected. my dick refused to retreat. the toned asses on the boys at the gym morphed into cream filled pastries in a bake shop window. i was insatiable. i am insatiable, still.

i would consider a cold shower, but what i really need is him.
inside me.