Current thought:
It's been nearly two weeks without sex and I am clawing at my walls. I masturbated night before last, and STILL woke up the next morning after having a wet dream. I literally feel like I am going nuts not having sex. The suicide girl was LEVELS above the nearly 4 months of sex I had with "J". The way she looked up at me, and made eye contact when sucking on me still gives me oh so much joy. The one thing I didn't like, was that she was relatively quiet. I kept having to say things, and get her to speak up, moan, etc.
*Growls*
I never felt this way my first 28 years... I mean I feel DESPERATION right now. Good lord. I've had a taste of the great stuff and want more. I WANT THE WHOLE FUCKING CAKE.