tryst

So, I'm in my room fantasizing about John Corbett...the metallic pink vibrator is on medium-high...things are starting to feel pretty nice right about now. And then...there's a knock.

"Go away"

My roommate starts babbling and asking stupid questions.

"What are you doing in there?" followed by his stupid laugh...

He's still out there.
Jesus Christ.

I'm trying to hold on the holy upcoming orgasm...but no, it's dead. And I'm pissed. And now I can't even fucking get it back.