Holidays

What is it about being away from your usual place of abode, which makes you incredibly and undeniably horny?! I had only been away a matter of hours, and I was already dreaming of steamy stolen cuddles and kisses, porn involving girl on girl action and all manner of other sordid acts that my mind could torture me with during my sleeping state! It's like my mind is saying "Well you're away from home, go have fun!"

I've woken up three mornings on the trot feeling like I should be devoured by some sexual goddess waiting at the end of the bed for me! And no matter what I do, I'm still not satiated. Little snippets of kinkiness invade my waking thoughts; I find myself meandering through Tesco, as the image of scantily-clad lady strewn across a white pristine bed, ready and willing, pops into my consciousness and I snigger at the juxoposition of fresh baguettes and cute pert boobs! I find it amusing driving with my parents and a song comes on the radio, the rhythmic pounding of the base line making me imagine hot, passionate, hard unbridled sex. I shouldn't be having these thoughts in their presence!

God damn, I feel like a teenager again. The excitement of sex and the unfairness of not getting any! Stuck at my childhood home, in my single bed, aged posters of teenage crushes lining the walls. All I want, and all I can't have, is one kiss, a fervent embrace to satiate my desire and yet, I now find myself back at home, the weekend spent and my longing still as fierce as ever. Roll on the next holiday!