Chair legs squeaked on the terrazzo as the people within them slowly shifted their bodies, and subsequently their focus, to the young woman sitting in the far left corner of the room. The chairwoman of the meeting gestured for the young woman to stand, and she did so cautiously, as if ready to flee lest the gazes of the room, which now rested on her face, became hostile.
Slowly, the murmurs of the room died down; the muffled coughs, the clearing of throats, all thinned into the stillness of the air. Then the young woman spoke.
“Hi. My name is Tiragem Roça, and I’m a sexaholic. It has been 3 weeks since my last fuck.”
I certainly do miss creative writing.
So it has been just over 3 weeks since I last had sex, and just under 3 since my celibacy became effective. Thus far, it has not been too bad. Of course, on a couple of occasions, horniness passed over me like a tsunami on a crowded beach. Or maybe I exaggerate. Not quite a tsunami, but perhaps one of the larger waves during high tide that effectively destroys your 3 feet tall sandcastle before you can get a picture of it. That sounds a lot more like it.
Other than those few occasions though, it has been pretty good. Experience has taught me that the first 2 months is always the hardest; after that it is going to be smooth sailing. Ever since I began having sex about 2 years and 9 months ago, the longest I have managed to go without penetrative sex was 5 months. So I am certain I can make it for much more than that.
Other than that, nothing much else is going on these days. But there is something I want to write about. Hit next.