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My alarm startles me awake. I don’t normally sleep so solidly but this time, I did. No dreams to remember at all, either. Just pure solid sleep. I feel really good and relaxed. Until I sit up. There’s this dull ache way low in my stomach. It’s not terrible but it’s uncomfortable as hell and almost feels like the leftovers of being kicked in the balls. I grimace against the pain and rub under my balls gently. Too much masturbating and being hard almost all day yesterday, probably. I ignore it and take my shower. In fact, I ignore a lot of what happened yesterday. The memory of the night before last is there but easier to shove away. And the other stuff? I just kind of put it into this little mental box and bury it. I feel like toasted crap but the shower works wonders. Turned up almost all the way, I just stand and turn this way and that to let the hot water wash over my body. Luxurious. Usually my showers are short but the hot water is working my muscles, relaxing them. Loosening them. I hadn’t noticed how stiff I was from everything. Mmmm… my skin feels especially sensitive at the moment, in a good way but also in that crazy almost-too-much-to-bear tickling sensitivity. Definitely going to change my detergent. When the water turns slightly colder, I grab the soap and lather my hands. Wow. I am sensitive. And my skin is really smooth. Crazy smooth. I guess I hadn’t realized what losing my body hair meant because my hands just glide over my ches- OH SHIT! My nipples feel really good right now. Could it be? I look down but, no, they’re just my nipples. Small with the little, barely quarter sized aureole around them. Erect, sure, but I’m playing with them. It’s much more noticeable – the jolt to my balls. Huh. It also makes the ache less… ache-y. I lean back against the shower wall, out of the stream of water, and rub both nipples. Fuck, yes. I’m rock hard from the feeling but not even thinking of touching my dick because my nipples feel so … different. Left over response from the other night but, unlike the confused imagery from yesterday, I’ll gladly take it. I don’t notice my right hand going down to my thigh. My left middle and index fingers are rubbing and tweaking my tiny left nipple while my right hand has settled on the crease between my inner thigh and balls. My eyes are closed, not imagining anything – just losing myself in the feeling of the live nerve running straight from my nipple to my dick. I’m pressing the fingers and flat of my right hand against the side of my balls and inner thigh – rubbing the area in a down and forward motion over and over as if massaging myself. If I were noticing it, I’d say it felt good in an odd way. But, I don’t notice it and I’m not doing it on purpose. All I know is the – FUCK! I buckle and fall on my ass, thankful there’s some padding there. Shaking. I’m sh… shaking and…. Jesus, it’s hard to breathe. My dick is pumping, cumming against the walls. Pale glops of sperm hitting here and there and being taken down by the water. I can’t seem to control my body. My hips keep jerking and my legs are like a pair of snakes fighting in a bag. I won’t ever admit it but that small part of me that’s coherent through the orgasm and shaking is faintly sad that the cum is gone to where I can’t get it. My body Ankara bayan escort settles after a little bit of the strange jerkiness. I have my arms clenched around my chest and lower stomach and I’m breathing hard. I have, never in my life, ever cum without my dick being involved in some way. Ever. My dick is flaccid against my balls and that ache is back deep in me. I curse myself for getting worked up and making it worse but what’s done is done and the shower’s going cold. I go to my knees, ignoring the image of the she-wolf on her knees, and, but no, I can’t stand. I can reach the shampoo bottle from where I am so I quickly clean my hair and turn off the cold water. So, I sit. Kneel. With my hands on my thighs and my eyes closed. Breathing. Wiggling my toes. When I’m sure I can stand, I do, leaning on the walls for support. I’m careful with the towel as I dry off since I’m still sensitive and my nipples feel painful from me messing with them. There’s barely time to brush my teeth and grab a protein bar to eat on the way to work so I rush through it. The tags come of off my new clothes really easily and I’m pleased to feel the silk cool and soft against my chest. No irritation for the skin like my other shirt and even my sore nipples aren’t bothered. The pants are a little tight in the seat and sides but I’m sure I’ll ease into them the more I wear them. I do a quick glance in the mirror to make sure I didn’t miss any tags, turning to the side to see the back and… huh. My ass looks good in these slacks. Reaching back, I check and feel a plumpness that wasn’t there before. I think the tightness of them are pushing at the skin and making it seem like I actually have an ass. Like those bras that make a lady seem to have more cleavage than she actually has. I twirl a bit to see both sides but my other alarm goes off so I head out. It’s a gray day but I feel oddly cheerful. I can’t figure out why but I’m tapping the steering wheel and humming some half-remembered song as I drive along to work, singing out the wrong lyrics off-key. I’m even grinning at random people during the stop-and-go part of the traffic. Why shouldn’t I be happy? I turned into a fucking werewolf the other night! Why haven’t I stopped to think about it and be amazed? A goddamned werewolf! Sure, I barely remember it but it happened. And, okay, as a woman too but still a werewolf. I almost feel like laughing out loud suddenly. Who’d believe it? It’s something I’ll remember until the day I die. Even the dull ache under my balls isn’t enough to dampen my good mood. Everything just seems so much brighter. It’s crazy. I call out good morning to different people as I make my way to my desk at work, humming as I go along. Tea, protein bar, email. Done. I settle into it and time passes. Things are starting to feel more routine. I check my mail for credit references, new customer forms and anything from my boss. There’s a nice stack of things for me to deal with so I get started and time passes. “You probably want to get that checked, man.” The voice startles me badly. I get sucked into work easily. The easy monotony of paperwork and the combination of living alone and not having a TV means I’m not surrounded by people and noise constantly. Add Escort bayan Ankara in what happened the past two nights and me being on edge in general and I find I’m way jumpier than usual. “Get what… Oh.” I’ve been scratching my chest again. I hadn’t even noticed myself doing it. Slow, long scratches. “Yeah, just not paying attention. What’s up, Ed?” I ask. “Did you see my email about Aquatica? I really need you to open them up in the system. I’ve got a $20,000 order waiting to go through.” Ed looks like he could be on drugs. Skinny, twitchy, eyes darting here and there and this strange energy. I keep waiting for him to try to borrow money from me for some fake reason while actually going out to buy cocaine or meth or whatever druggies use. I know shockingly little about drugs and I’m okay with that. That’s why god invented vodka. “Yeah, I did. And you know what they did the past two times. We had to fight them to pay us back,” I tell him. It’s true, too. They’re a terrible company. “Come oonnn, man. I know their sales rep and she swears she’ll pay on time.” He looks like he’s about to pee himself. The company gossip (I hear it second hand by snooping on conversations) is that Ed has a problem with money – a boat, car and a house he can’t afford. And probably a heroin habit. Or cocaine. Whatever. I shrug. “Ed, I can’t do it. It’s-” “Rebecca said they’d pay it! I talked to her myself. Yeah, they had problems before but they need our engines for some of their new boats. They’ll pay. She said. They have guaranteed work.” His cheeks are flushed. He’s mad. I can feel my heart speeding up. My previously cheerful mood is evaporating. “My boss has the file, Ed. Talk to him if-” “Fuck. Seriously? Can you talk to him? I’ll send you the emails.” “Ed, I explained everything to him but-” “Jesus. Same damn thing every time. Why do I even ask? I’ll talk to your damn boss.” He leaves in a huff and I can feel my heart hammering. Stupid. Stupid. It’s not my fault! I can feel tears starting at the corner of my eyes and I rub at them to try to keep them away. My face feels hot to the touch. I turn my head away from the other cubicles to stare at the palm of my hands. Why the hell am I crying? I’m fine. I was happy. I… a tear squeezes out to fall on my hand. I can almost feel my breath hitching, threatening an actual crying fit. I’m breathing fast and shallow and another tear creeps out, rolls across my flushed cheeks and falls. What’s wrong with me? Ed’s an asshole but that wasn’t a big deal. I just… I squeeze my eyes shut and feel the tears leak out. I can’t catch my breath properly. I haven’t cried since my dog died when I was a kid. Not a full blown cry like this. It takes five minutes before my breathing is back to normal. My face is still warm and my eyes are watery but I don’t feel like I’m about to have a crying fit over some stupid little-! Argh! I can feel it starting again just at the thought of Ed and his problem. No. No, no. More deep breaths. Slowly. How stupid is this? I know it’s not my fault. There’s no way this should upset me like that. I want to go home. I don’t want anyone to look at me. I just want to be home under covers. In the dark. Goddammit. I can feel my throat hurting from needing to cry but Bayan escort Ankara I shove it down yet again. My computer’s clock lists the time at a little past 11 – nearly lunch time. I clear my throat a few times until I’m sure I’m okay. I sniff once, yell at myself mentally and then blow my nose. I still feel like crying. I hate this. I hate this feeling. I need a vacation. I knew there would be a breaking point from the stress of dealing with assholes at work but this is too much. I look stupidly at the form in front of me, trying to will myself to work. Trying to make the thing make sense. I don’t jump at the voice this time but it takes a second to recognize someone is talking to me. “Are you all right?” The voice asks. I nod my head, cough a little and rub at my eyes. “Allergies,” I say. My voice is hoarse and it hurts to talk. I rub at my throat a bit but it doesn’t make it feel better. “What’s up, Sarah?” “I just emailed you some forms for a new customer and I need them all approved in an hour. I can have their references in ten minutes but it’s a new place and they’re big and promising some nice orders if we hustle.” Sarah is one of them. One of the bitchy ladies. You can tell it by the bitch creases at the corner of her eyes and by the way she opens her mouth and the bitchiness just rolls off her tongue. Snap to it. I’m more important than anything else, etc… etc… I’m growling deep in my throat because it seems to help a little. Like a little massage. A simple little ‘rrrrrrrrr’ sound that’s very quiet. I think. Sarah doesn’t seem to notice. I can feel the stress starting up again. I hate it. “I can’t. I have three other things Ed needs right now. Anyway. did the GM sign off on it since it’s a rush job?” What was it? What finally does it? The way she grimaces? Or the way she rolls her eyes? Simply the way she talks? Her tone? The heavy, over-dramatic sigh? She starts to talk but I don’t let her. I can feel this sudden anger. My whole body flushes with heat and I just feel a sudden rage. Face still hot and the tears threatening to come back, I feel mad. My voice is scratchy and I’m probably crying but I don’t give a flying fuck. Words just start pouring out of my mouth. Louder and louder. “Stop. Don’t say anything, Sarah. Don’t say another word. I’m tired of the shit. Tired of you coming over here and giving me attitude that I don’t deserved. D…” My voice stumbles and squeaks, changing pitch for a moment. “Don’t come over here giving me bullshit just because I’m doing my job and making sure we don’t get fucked. JESUS!” I stomp my foot and I can feel my hands trembling at my sides. I’m so damn angry and tired right now. And, yes, I can feel hot tears rolling down my cheeks. My chin would probably be trembling if I weren’t clamping my jaw so tight. Sarah is astounded. Her mouth is open and her eyes are wide in shock. Is this what I looked like yesterday at the department store? She tries to talk for a moment and I stare back, as hard as I can. My mouth is a thin slit of anger. Everyone is pointedly not looking our way but still listening really hard. “I… I…” And then she walks away. She just turns and leaves. I stare at her back until she’s out of sight. The men’s bathroom is only ten feet away. I’m there in seconds, locking the door behind me. It’s a small one person bathroom so I thankfully have the whole thing to myself. I collapse onto the toilet with my arms wrapped around my chest, crying as quietly as I can. It’s a hard cry. I probably look like a fool with snot and tears running. I taking great gulps of air with each sob.