Damn, You Turned Me Off: The Art of Sexual Tension

You wake up, feeling an insatiable hunger stirring deep within you. You check your period tracker app, and there it is, a bright blue ring, a flashing reminder that ovulation week is here. The week where every nerve ending seems to tingle, igniting a primal urge that leaves you feeling as if you could bite through a damn brick. You're in your 30s, close enough, and everyone around you keeps promising it only gets more intense from here. You're soaked, like you've just run a marathon in your sleep while your hormones rearranged your entire being.

You glance to the left and see your Rose sitting there; maybe it's charged, maybe it's not, but it doesn't matter because it's not what you crave. What you yearn for is the weight of another body pressed against yours, the thrill of someone whispering something filthy in your ear, asking you…

You Had the Right Idea Though…

What if your idea was actually a good one, even if the timing didn't look the way you thought it would?

Hell, maybe it wasn't the timing at all.

Could be nobody ever told you it was a good idea.

I think that affects people more than we like to admit because validation is nice. It feels good and, truthfully, whatever you're told long enough, you start to believe anyway. If people keep questioning your idea, you question it too… until one day you simply