I don’t use those things, mostly because I am terrified of breaking myself, but I’ve just had to spend two hours having a crotch meltdown while a man so sexy as to fry my lips stroked my shoulder and kept looking at me like he wanted to rip my clothes off. I’m not familiar with these feelings, despite having been in more than one relationship and fooling around with those guys, a little. I have never felt this swift, painful need grip me. I’m not sure I like it, I think as I rush through a shower and throw myself at my chest of drawers, tripping in my haste just as freaking Kamikaze wannabe flings himself at me with a screech. His little claws land and penetrate my backside just as I’m going down, and I reach back to rip him off, giving no thought to my position. Or the fact that I’m falling headlong into my dresser. “Ahhh!” Goddammit, Sweetie, you miserable fucking brat.
