Darren walked me back to the bedroom, leaving me alone inside for hours. While I waited for him, I showered and refused to put my regular clothes back on because the feel of them against my sensitive flesh was too much. I hadn't even been able to wear panties because anything against my s*x had created friction, stimulating my need into a painful, heightened state of arousal. I searched my room for my stash of alcohol and herbs, only to find them all gone. Sliding a sheer, baby blue nightgown over my head, I resumed pacing aimlessly.
I felt as if my skin was crawling with tiny bugs. Everything had sharpened; all my senses were fine-tuned and enhanced. My n*****s had grown achy, hard tips that pushed against the sheer material of the gown. The friction was causing me to be even more arouse
