"ohh! It feels so good" I lie "I've finished twice already and you haven't even once. Am I doing something wrong" says the random guy I found at a bar. "No I'm just stressed" I lie once again I really need to stop lying. "I have to go" I say in a rush as I put on my underwear and rush out of the hotel room. If that guy only knew I wanted to finish as much as he wanted me to I just can't, no literally I can't. I've been to multiple gynecologist and doctors but, they just can't seem to find something wrong with me.
I get into the cab I flagged down and tell him my address. And to make it worse I'm the CEO of the second most richest company in New York. If someone found out about my little problem everyone would know it would be in all the newspapers plus I don't want my personal information out there like that.
The cab driver drops me off home and I pay him, I didn't want to bother my driver he was probably sleep by now. I go into my big empty house kick off my shoes walks to my room and flops onto my bed. Another day another failure. I get up and go take a shower putting on my silk black pajamas I then slip into bed and drift off to sleep.
