Department StoreDamn, I was horny.
I wriggled in my seat, trying to relieve the ache, but all I managed to do was crush my c**t against the seam of my jeans. It throbbed its thanks, making my whole pelvis clench. I stared at the words on the screen one more time, realized at least twenty minutes had passed and I hadn’t typed anything, instead drifting into a fantasy about me, Sir and a darkened back row of a cinema.
Hence the horniness.
I glanced at my phone, checked the time. Time differences were the worst. It was mid-afternoon for me, but the middle of the night for Sir. He wouldn’t be up for hours and hours. I could ask… but I wouldn’t get a response.
I gritted my teeth and went back to my manuscript, tapping out a sentence and then deleting it. Trying again but not doing any bette
