Frustration

My sexual frustration is getting a little out of hand. I have (and this is 100% true) masturbated for 2 hours straight today. That's a lot of fucking masturbating. AND STILL, I am not satisfied. This can only mean one thing. What's-Her-Face is in need of penis. Poor girl. She knows she can't have it. No way, no how. Doesn't matter, though. She puts me through plenty of torture, and shoves my mind in the gutter.
I'll only be in conversation with a guy for two fucking minutes and I'm already wondering what it would feel like if his hands were on my legs. Then I have to mentally kick myself.
BECKI. You have a boyfriend. An amazing, wonderful boyfriend. And you're thinking these things about some dude you just met?!
So then I feel guilty for five minutes.
When the five minutes are up, I go masturbate, thinking about my boyfriend pinning me down, pulling my hair, biting my lip....
And after masturbating for hours on end, I feel a little better.
Until next time, anyways.