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Erotica Challenge – Jilly Boyd

Erotica Challenge – Jilly Boyd

Jilly Boyd is the latest to take up our ongoing erotica challenge, which aims to celebrate the fact that there are many different ways to enjoy sex, whatever one’s limitations or challenges. This time, we’re also celebrating Stress Awareness Day, with a reminder that orgasms are scientifically proven to reduce stress. So get reading!

Them’s The Specifics

In those moments, the choke of the world felt too much for her. Sam sat up in her desk chair and stared out the window, trying to find something, anything to focus on. Centring. Grounding. That’s what she needed. A second to forget how many hours she’d already been sat here, aching fingers clacking on the keyboard in a non-stop whirl. In her line of eye, she spotted a familiar big ball of black and white fuzz gently treading the sidewalk – Mr. Jankiewicz’s new cat, exploring the neighbourhood. Good enough.

Sam’s gaze followed the cat, while trying to regulate her breathing. She hadn’t realised how close she’d been to hyperventilating until she’d stopped to notice her own body. In a way, it was kind of shocking how she tended to not do that. It was more than not taking out time to stop and smell the roses – this was like ignoring an entire field of flowers even though you were standing in the middle of it. But when the world and your brain made that much noise at you on a daily basis, your body’s cries tended to be drowned out.

Relax. Take a break. Nap. Walk. Drink, eat, sleep. Come. Come. Come. Oh god. When was the last time she’d listened to that one? Sam sat back, her desk chair’s stubborn wheels straggly against the carpet, trying to remember. Was it last week? Two weeks ago? Two months ago? Years, even? Had she, in fact, imagined her whole sex life like some kind of extended fever dream?

She stood, the dark grey fuzz covering her bedroom-slash-office caressing her bare feet as she paced the length of what was actually a fairly large room. A large room. Large room, large airy room with windows and a door and my bed and things that are safe and good. Large room.

As she walked up and down the room, taking comfort in familiarity, she chanted those words to herself over and over again. On days like this, when her fingers and mind seemed to want to outrun Olympic athletes, it was good to remind herself this office wasn’t a locked box.

Oh god, when did she last come?