Shhh...

A hot, quiet week. I am supposed to be studying.

I am not supposed to be spending hours lying mostly naked on the bed, or the sofa, or the sunlounger
I am not supposed to be daydreaming
I am not supposed to be checking my phone to see if W, whom I have told I busy, has texted me (he has)
I am not supposed to be browsing kink sites
I am not supposed to have a long nap in the middle of the day
I am not supposed to be drinking wine every night
I am not supposed to be sitting at the kitchen table, with my books in front of me, but with my hand between my legs while I consider what W might do to me next time I see him

I feel like I am sleep walking. I'm sure it's the heat.
I'm kind of convinced that if I could just get properly laid, or even a nice hard hand spanking with a bit of play, it would straighten my head out. But, knowing I would be busy right now, I let a couple of potentials taper off. There is W. But he has prepared himself for my busyness this week, by becoming busy himself (I wonder if he is fucking anyone. He could be. That wouldn't be terrible).
I need to study. Time to try working in the library. Can't take my clothes off there.