Touch Me (erotic)

Chapter 1

The cold shower ran along my skin, tumbling. Cupping my breasts between my own hands, I sighed at the prospect of another touching me this way. Dropping my hands to my sides, I began to cry. The tears came from nowhere, and they wouldn't stop.

Turning off the water, I forced the tears to stop. Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my frail body, hoping for comfort. Thats it. Tomorow I will not spend all night sitting in the shower crying again. I will find a man to satisfy my needs.

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I don't often ponder the thought of visiting a club. So many grinding bodies and tastless music. The cafe I sat at was basically empty, a few lone elderly couples. I was giving myself the nightclub prep talk.

"Yes you hate nightclubs, but being alone is far worse." I whispered to myself as the door chimmed.

Absent mindedly running my finger along the rim of my coffee cup, I felt my gut curl instinctively.