I Can’t Quarantine My Sexual Desire
The desire for sex continues, but there is a hopelessness beyond frustration in being unable to fulfill it.
Walking around the neighborhood, taking my usual loop to stretch my legs and breathe fresh air and to escape the claustrophobic confines of my apartment, I heard someone approaching behind me.
I glanced over my shoulder and saw it was a runner and didn’t pay any attention. Until she passed me, that is.
Wearing a tank top and tight running pants, I was instantly drawn to her fit and sexy figure. I stared at and admired her ass. I craved it, wanting it, and her. Watching her from behind, her legs pumping, arms swinging, filled me with lust.
It dawned on me this was the closest I’d been to being in the physical presence of a live, in-person woman in weeks. The image of the shape of her body still lingers in my fantasies.
I returned home, locked the door behind me, washed my hands and re-entered my social and physical isolation.
Like most nights and early mornings pre-quarantine, I feel an erection as I sleep and as I wake. I’ve found, though, that over the nights during isolation, I’m being woken by them more frequently than before, at all times during the night.
