I woke up this morning and the first thought that crossed my mind was “I need a woman”. Not in a life relationship kind of way, or in a “Gee, wouldn’t it be nice to cuddle this morning?” kind of way. I wanted to roll over, grab someone by the hair and fuck them. The first few minutes I was awake, I struggled through a dozen images of what exactly I wanted before I realized I was awake.
Wow, that’s horny.
If writing does this to me, why did I ever stop?