Ticking

Dust will eat the days. – Serek II

Yesterday I caught a virus. A nasty little thing. The Great Serek is of course silent on that subject, as she luckily and very famously visited over fifty planets without ever getting sick.

The worst is the wait. Drenched in sweat, I had no choice but to lie on my sofa bundled in layers of pajamas and blankets waiting for the virus to run its course. My tired and aching brain refused to give me the small gift of even a daydream to keep me company. I was left alone with the clobbering knowledge of my misery.

I suddenly awoke in the middle night feeling like sex. I needed to come more than I’ve ever needed it. With desperation I worked my wet pussy with my fingers but whenever I started breathing faster my headache surged and brought me back to the start. Something more efficient, then. Fumbling in the dark I remember cursing myself for not recharging K’s batteries when I had the time.