I think I'm a masochist. I know I am.
Why else would I deny myself pleasure?
Last night I hooked up with a supersexy guy that I've known for a few weeks. He wanted to go all the way; I was so turned on, I was trembling in his strong arms. But I wouldn't, couldn't, shouldn't. I throw excuses like baseballs. So no sex for Sar. Just hot flashbacks and the knowledge that we will probably pick up where we left off SOON. I hope.