Everyone Does It

I gripped my fingers together, interlacing them with a firm cupping, bringing them to my swollen and red hot lips. The sweat pours off my temple, down my neck, and across my bare chest. I had torn off my clothes in the heat of the moment, hating that I had to pause the sensations that tittilated and ravaged my lower belly. I feel another wave as I force myself hard against the rock hard surface, gyrating as my muscles contracted against my will, letting the sensations of relief and shame fill me as I leaned back limply, vulnerable in my exhausted state. My heaving breast roas eand fell in the heat. With an effort, I shouted to the heavens, “Honey! We’re out of toilet paper!”