Fuckstration

Frustration was compounding on top of fuckstration. The only way I was going to feel any kind of relief would be from an icecold shower.

“What's the matter?” she asked with evident fuckstration in her voice. “I can't do this. I can't have sex with you.” Serena rose from her position in passion and stormed around the living room in her naked beauty. “Why in the hell not?”

I look down at my boxer briefs standing at full attention, and I know I'm going to have to fix my own fuckstration with a cold shower before heading to the studio.