Sexual Frustration

Frustration builds in my chest until I want to scream. I watch his back as he breathes in, bending over the piano keys and I can't help but wish that he was bending over me.

 

He glances in my direction and gives me a quick smile. My face tightens but otherwise remains unresponsive. It doesn't matter because he wasn't really looking anyway.

 

I breathe in deeply and try not to storm out of the room. Is it strange to be jealous of a piano? Doesn't matter, soon the piano will be all mine. That's not really what I want though.

 

I want him to look up at me. I want his fingers to move over my bare skin the way they move over those keys. I want release from this crawling, sticky feeling. I want it to hurt a little.

 

He asks a question but I wasn't paying attention. My eyes jump from his shoes to his face and I swallow the blush that is rising up my neck. After all, he can't read my mind, right?

 

The question was stupid. A simple, yes-no kinda question and definitely not the question I was hoping for. The question that suggests the removal of clothes. I roll my eyes and give a smart-a*s answer.

 

He laughs and I hate him but I smile anyway. It's not his fault he makes me so lustful. He looks away and I am free to daydream again. And oh, I do. I can't help myself and believe me I've tried.

Reviews

[Nana Carmine]

Ah, I will admit I know the feeling and I would be lying if I said I didn't. You just want someone so much sometimes and it's hard not to let that feeling take over you sometimes. It's really hard to try and explain that to your other too. Sometimes they don't quite understand haha.Thank you very much for sharing- you expressed yourself very well and I really enjoyed it. Write on.

~Nana Carmine

[Red_Queen]

Oh the whole time i was reading this i knew exactly what you were talking about. Some times it is just so f*****g hard and the instigators are completly oblivious to our inward strugle.