I’m not allowed to finish… and it’s driving me insane.

So, I did it. Got snipped, no more swimmers, total freedom—except there’s one huge catch. The doctor’s orders? No release for days while I heal. No exceptions.

I thought it’d be easy. It’s not. Every little thing sets me off—the way my sheets feel in the morning, a random thought, a deep breath at the wrong time. My body doesn’t care that I’m supposed to wait; it’s begging for relief, and I can’t do a damn thing about it.

The worst part? Knowing I’m completely helpless to the build-up. Knowing that if someone really wanted to, they could push me right to the edge and leave me there. Teasing, tempting, watching me squirm while I fight to hold on.

So tell me… ever had to resist something you wanted more than anything? Because right now, I’m barely holding it together.