Page 6 of Walk of Shame

No trolling softball league night at the bars.

And since I figure I should stay away from orgasms for a while, I’ll have to give up masturbation, until things are under control, which means no reliving Christopher sex.

I need to save my daydreams for more important things, like the kind of person I want to be. It’s time to feed my soul, not my overactive libido.

Now seems like a good time to do one of my guided meditations. I pick up my phone, scroll through the playlist I created and finally settle on one about non-attachment. I put in my earbuds, settle into my chair and let my eyelids close. As I start to walk through the mental wildflower fields in my mind, my limbs grow heavy and that delicious laziness steals over me.

I yawn.

Sleep, slowly and languidly, creeps over me.

“Ashley!?” A loud, surprised male voice I’d recognize anywhere, slams through me.

I jolt awake, scream and jerk upright, my gaze flying up as my mouth falls open. I screech, “Christopher!”

Oh dear god this can’t be happening!