What's happened to me? Sure Richard has gone on holiday, but with or without him my sex life has always been great. But somethings wrong with me. A ridiculous, burning, insatiable slightly deranged thing. I feel like I should perhaps not leave the apartment lest I try to encourage some sort of new encounter with a passing handsome older male.
I'm just sort of lying here writhing. Hoping for something to happen. I could call someone, but for some reason I don't want someone I've already had. I'm desperate for something new. Can I really be that bored? I'm too greedy. I shouldn't.
I think I might just stay here under the covers and fantasise. It might be enough for a while.