Blue balls are the worst, they say.

I can’t imagine anything like this aching, gnawing need.

My tits swollen, nipples drawn tight.

My pussy throbs, aching to be filled.

Fingers drift down between breasts heavier than gravity would indicate, over the soft skin of my belly, shivers of anticipation chasing ahead as they slip between the warm, wet folds to massage the button there before plunging hard and fast into my waiting depths.