15/07/2026
I need to confess something that happens to me every month, like clockwork, and yet I still feel powerless against it. When I'm ovulating, my body takes over completely.
It's not just being horny, it's this primal, desperate ache that makes me feel like I'm going insane. I can't focus, I can't think straight, and my skin feels like it's burning until I do something about it.
There's this one thing I do that I'm ashamed of but can't stop thinking about.
My roommate works long shifts, nights sometimes, weekends others. When I know she's going to be gone for hours, and that heat is building inside me, I lose all inhibition.
I'll strip completely naked right in the living room, my clothes scattered wherever they fall. Being naked in the shared spaces while she's out makes my heart pound in this dangerous, thrilling way. I'm exposed in our apartment, where we eat breakfast and watch TV, and that vulnerability makes me wetter than anything.
But that's not the worst part.
I go into her room. Her bed. I lay back on her sheets, her smell surrounds me, her detergent, her skin, her life, and I touch myself there. It's wrong, I know it's wrong, but feeling like I'm in her space while I'm completely naked and open makes me climax harder than my own bed ever does.
And once I found a vibrator in her drawer and just felt it up and down while I touched myself. I came so hard I saw stars, humping my hand on her mattress like an animal.
I always wash her sheets after. I tell myself that makes it okay. But I know if she ever found out, she'd be disgusted.
She'd hate me. And still, every month when that fertility surge hits, I find myself counting her work hours, waiting for the door to close behind her so I can be naked and desperate in our home again.
I don't know if I want to stop, or if I'm even capable of it.
Poster:
Amanda