(This is a completely true story. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent.)
Tessa didn’t know what to do. She was in a truly terrible position at the moment.
She was in a hospital room with her best friend Abby. Abby had just had her gallbladder removed, and was sleeping soundly. It was about 2 am, and except for the steady, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor, all was quiet.
Tessa had promised Abby she would accompany her to her surgery and spend however many nights at the hospital to keep her best friend company. They had traveled to Houston for the surgery, about three hours away from their hometown in Bay City.
But Tessa had forgotten to bring from home one extremely important thing: her medications.
Tessa unfortunately suffered from depression, and she was forced to take an antidepressant in order to function daily.
Tessa had missed her antidepressant for two days now. She wasn’t too worried about her depressive symptoms returning; no, she believed she would be okay for just a couple of days without the drug.
But something else entirely unexpected was happening to her.
She had forgotten that the medication tended to somewhat dull her libido. When taking the antidepressant, she still got horny and masturbated and had orgasms, but she could tell they weren’t as strong as those she would experience normally without the drug. Unfortunately, sexual side effects were something one had to simply put up with when taking antidepressants.
But now…
The medication seemed to be wearing off in that regard.
And Tessa’s body felt like it was on fire. She felt so sexually aware that it was practically unbearable.
Tessa squirmed in the foldout sofa bed provided by the hospital nurses. She listened to Abby snoring softly beside her. Abby's surgery had gone well, and thankfully everything had turned out okay.
Tessa tried to sleep. But she tossed and turned. Her very skin felt like it was on fire and she felt violently aroused. Her sexual need was almost physically painful. And she had no idea what to do about it.
But she knew that, to be able to successfully sleep, she had to quench the desire raging within her.
And she stared at her best friend asleep in the silence, and felt horrible guilt and shame inside for her secret feelings, but Tessa didn’t know what else to do.
She had to satisfy this hunger.
As quietly as possible, Tessa tiptoed to the bathroom and shut the door carefully behind her so as not to make a sound. She sat on the toilet seat, spreading her legs apart.
Her hands reached up slowly to cup her breasts, which felt hot to her touch. Her nipples felt like rocks. She resisted the urge to moan out loud in violent pleasure as she began to pinch harshly at them, pulling them into even harder points.