So what is this thought? It is to intense to tell anyone, so I must write it down without my boss seeing the huge smile I have on my face. Here is the...story I have written to distract my mind… It is a Tuesday night, and class was extremely boring, so I am on my way home from school. I go to turn into the drive in front of my well-hidden apartments, and I notice that there is a light on in my apartment. But, there shouldn’t be, because I always turn the lights out before I leave in the morning.. A smile crosses my face as I begin slowly unbuttoning Your shirt and unclasping Your bra, as if opening a present that was more than I could have ever dared to hope for. I watch as the candles and pale moonlight give your beautiful breasts an almost ethereal glow. Now it’s my turn for my breath to catch in my throat. Waves of lust and longing wash over me, washing away the last vestiges of protocol and decorum. I can think only of tasting your skin, devouring every last inch of it, knowing. Our major concern was ending war and these men are not getting it fucked out of them.”“I like my plants,” Garia spoke. It was known they even the plants couldn’t help. Where the perverse nature of stimulating pursuits could help itch the sexual needs, it wasn’t enough to keep back the issue of not having sex with a man.“The sex industry is powerful here, but even so, with the birth rate low and the even lower birth rate of men, we suffer as a people being so hedonistic.”“What do you propose. I strike up a conversation with the girl to my right, and pretend like nothing’s happened. I see you squirming and checking your phone. I think I’ll let you sweat a little. You keep checking your phone for something new, but I decide to make you wait.I decide to be bold and watch as I send a message instead of a photo, what do you keep looking at your phone for? You check your phone so quickly I almost can’t contain my giggle. I’m biting my lip and staring at you.You excuse yourself to the.