Relieve me

Chapter 1.i

   "We need to talk Harvey, you can't keep going on like that." I heard him storm in the living room where I was resting in peace, I sigh, here comes the storm. "Good manners exist you know?"

"The time has come for me knock some sense out of that stupid head of yours!" I fought back the grin that threaten to spread on my lips, Harold does not like when I am laughing at him why he is serious. It is not my fault if I find an annoyed Harold amusing.

My eyes were still close but I could feel him pacing the room displeased about the text I sent him.

"You need to see a psychiatrist, your case is very serious! My plane just landed a few minutes ago and the first text I receive from you is that?" I peeked to be sure that the place is safe, that he doesn't have a hammer or something else.

Once reassured, I opened my eyes to see the state in which he was, and that does not help to tame my amusement with which I am currently fighting. He was disheveled, fuzzy and angry, I could see the sadness reflected in his eyes.

"Hey calm down there is nothing wrong if I decide to date women instead of men." I stated amusement filled in my voice.

"How can you say that? You have loved men since you were born! What's wrong? I can help you do you know that?" Wow, he is truly hurt and sad due to my decision, I did not know it will affect him like that.

"Sorry if that bothers you. But I can't live like that! I am twenty five Harold! Twenty five for fuck's sake! But I am still lock up like a nun!" I spat out my amusement vanished and I was becoming annoyed. Harold sensed that and he just calmed down and sat on the sofa next to me.

He let out an exasperated sigh, "I want you to be happy okay? I am sorry for what is happening to you but reconsider that decision! That isn't the right choice you know?" He is right but I don't know what to do. I have tried anything but they don't seem to pleasure me.

"What should I do then? I have dated more than half of the men in this country! Do you want me to move to every part of the world to check for "the one"?" he held my hand rubbing circles on its back, that simple touch of his has the ability to sooth me like no other thing except chocolate.

I am gaga about that delicious small piece off cocoa, I can stuff myself with tablets and tablets of chocolate and become hyper active with sleepless nights as side effect; that's why Harold makes sure I don't go near any square.

"I can't do that you know? Until then I will be old with wrinkles all over my face, who will look at me?" I have dated almost every guy here and I am not sure about my sexuality anymore, why can't a man just do his natural job? To set me in total ecstasy, to let me discover the pleasure of flesh lead me to total abandon and bliss. No man has ever gone so far as a simple kiss.

I don't chase them away, I flirt whenever the occasion presents itself just to find that pleasure. I wish for a man who can set me on fire just by his mere scrutinizing gaze, to make my legs turn to jelly, make me wet my panties in arousal and make my nipples harden in anticipation just by his touch.

I dated different genres of men, when I say all genre I mean it except the priests and the gays: the playboys, the lover boys, the geeks, the lady's men, the gangsters (for this type I went incognito with a wig and lot of make up to cover my face.), the gigolos, the escorts, the gentlemen, the billionaires etc.

I also went to those practicing BDSM nothing even goose bumps I did not get. I am still a locked up nun, my V security is still intact and I want to get rid of it.

No man has the right code to flick it open from the observations I have made. Can someone believe that I am still a virgin at twenty five? I am beginning to wonder if my parents didn't circumcised me, but last time I checked; which was this morning, I still had my clit in place