She laid there rubbing between her legs with her fingertips, just relaxing and doing what she's done almost every day since she was... well, since puberty. It wasn't hard to learn. The trick to masturbation is just doing what feels good. Rubbing a little faster now, her breath became quick. Her stomach and leg muscles tightened while she rubbed faster and faster. Her eyes squinted and the heat rose to her head, faster and faster until...

Adrienne let out a huge sigh and let her body relax. She played with herself, waiting until she was ready for another one. Her hand found its way to her mouth. She smelled it. The smell of a woman post coitus isn't like anything else. It smelled raunchy and randy. It smelled like sex. She licked her fingertips. Its taste didn't really taste like anything to her. She had been told by various partners that her smell and taste were intoxicating. Adrienne didn't get it. Ah well, to each her own. Adrienne followed her ritual three times more before she settled back in the throes of satisfied self-love.

Adrienne awoke four hours later to the faint jingling of a dog collar. For a minute, she wondered what the hell a dog was doing outside the door of her fourth floor apartment. "Wait," she thought to herself, "I know what that is.... Damn. That's not a dog collar." As she heaved herself out of bed and scuffled across the cold floor, she realized had slept away the whole afternoon away. The light in her room was becoming more orange and the shadows on her floor were becoming more opaque. After narrowly missing the thrift store coffee table, she made it to the front door, reached down, and took out her cellphone.

"Hello?" Adrienne often wondered why she said "Hello?" when she knew exactly who it was from the tiny screen in her cellphone. She should've said, Hello Jeremy, since that was who it was.

"Hi, Adrienne? It's Jeremy." His voice sounded like he wasn't sure who was on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, I know who it is. Why do you sound like you don't know who I am? My phone number is saved in your phone, right?"

"You sounded like you didn't know who it was first. Besides, it's a habit."

"Yeah, I know. One day we'll be able to answer our cellphones like we know who is on the other end of the line, because we actually do know who's on the other end of the line."

"Right. Okay Yoda." Adrienne could hear Jeremy's sarcastic grin."Anyway, I'm coming over."

"What, now?"

"Almost. I'll be there soon."

"How soon is "soon" Jeremy?" It always perturbed Adrienne when Jeremy said "soon" because it usually meant sometime within the next eight hours.

"Like in an hour."

"Okay. I'll see you when you get here. Bye." Adrienne fwapped her cellphone closed, dropped it back in her bag and headed toward the kitchen.

Four hours. It was dusk and she was hungry. Jeremy said he'd be there in an hour, which for Jeremy meant between one and three hours, so Adrienne figured she had time to eat. Eating is usually a good activity to take part in, especially regularly. However, the only food stuffs she had in her larder that were even remotely edible were a box of Corn Pops, half a bag of stale marshmellows and a stick of butter. So Adrienne made the only thing she could with those ingredients. Ten microwaved minutes later, Adrienne turned on the TV, and sat down in front of her computer with bowl of sticky, sweet, crunchy mess and a fork.

Adrienne had a report to do for her Human-Computer Interaction course, but she had events and issues that were much more pressing to attend to. There's something about sticky, sweet and messy that gets a girl all set for an evening of porn. She opened a browser to her favorite gay porn website and listened to whatever was on the TV behind her. What was on didn't really matter as long as there was noise in the background that wasn't so obtrusive that she had to pay attention to it. As the woman on the television proclaimed the wonders of Diamonique brand "diamonds", Adrienne studied the male gay porn page by page on the Internet. Various ads of young men in tight clothes flashed in the side bar of the webpage, but she was more interested in the movies and the picture stories.

Wordcount: 757
Total wordcount: 1785
Notes: 1785... it was a very good year. Don't forget where you were going with this. Also, in case anyone is wondering. Whenever I get stuck, I've decided to write some porn. Other upcoming porn topics... hand jobs.