When people frustrate you. I’m not talking about the “you talk too much” frustration or the “I can’t fucking understand you” frustration, but the “I want to fuck your brains out” frustration. The kind where you just want someone to rip your clothes off, throw you up against the nearest wall, and tell you to take it like a champ. I’m talking the kind of pent up aggression you receive when you ask for a kiss and don’t even get that much. And all you can think about is sex. When you’re in class, you find yourself imagining your professor knocking everything on their desk to the floor and throwing you on top. Or when you’re at work and you imagine your hottest coworker bending you over the counter top. When you sleep you dream about the sexiest person you know roughing you up just the way you like it. The kind of frustration that makes you think about sex in church. Then you start to think that you can take care of this yourself, but no orgasm seems like it’s good enough. Then you get out your favorite play thing and even the vibration roaring against you can’t seem to appease the hunger. Then you’re just warn out and exhausted from trying to satisfy yourself. And you know that there’s only one person who can help you out. But you always feel like that person is too fucking busy for you. That kind of frustration.
