JB and I have been apart for reasons beyond our control for six weeks now.
I am dying for some sex and it's making me go a little crazy. Sex dreams non stop and I just want to go out, get drunk and go home with someone. Not for the romantic part, but for the fucking human contact part.
But I won't do that, because that's not the promise I've made. I've got to keep this promise, I just have to.
I'd forgotten how vital it makes me feel to be regularly fucked. I feel as though I'm sleepwalking without it.
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