From the day he barged into my life until the evening of my accident, he never once spent a night without fucking me. And now that the sexual touch is gone, I feel an emptiness like nothing before. I went years without sex with other people, but it never had the impact these past twenty-one days have. Actually, it’s been twenty-five since that day he fucked me against the wall. And no, I’m not counting. It doesn’t help that he’s getting more attractive, too much for his own good. Or maybe I’m just getting sexually frustrated.
