It's 12:30 in the morning and I should be in bed. Work, while it wasn't nearly as long and exhausting as the previous overnight shift at the emergency clinic, was just as emotionally demanding.

Tomorrow is Monday, which means much more to everyone else than it does to me. It's simply another day in a never ending stream of days, each of which seem to come more quickly than the last.

I'm tired, but I can't sleep. I still smell like the early morning air, warm and potentially violent, from the walk inside. There are storms in the area but none have seen it fit to visit my precise location. Regardless, weather like this energizes me. I couldn't find my way into the bedroom even if I tried.

A specific lack of sexual activity and the newly tepid weather has brought out a nearly leporid desire in me to rut. I feel like pulling men into alleyways and forcing women by their hair into bathrooms to have my way with them (or let them have their way with me, as it were).

I need it now. Now. Now. My mind is always on sex, it seems. Minor things bring out my inner nymph and I sexualize everything. Licking my lips, tossing my hair out of my face, taking a drink from a straw... I can make everything about sex. If I want to make you want me, you will. Even though that means you'll never be allowed to have me, I want you to want me.

Do you want me now?

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Sunday, April 22, 2007.