IWD - Challenge 132 Women of Oz - Shannon O'Reily - Needs
Season 1 - Shannon's POV
Behind a cut because Shannon has a potty mouth
Christ almighty, I need to get laid. It isn't enough that that damn prison stopped conjugals almost the minute Ryan got there, but I've been holed up in this house with the mental equivalent of a five-year-old. All the questions, all the fucking time. Fuck, it's more than a woman can take. And then he walks in when I'm on the phone with Ryan and wants to talk to his brother. Like I'm not thirty seconds away from Ryan launching into his tried-and-true phone sex routine. Having Cyril O'Reily in your ear is a complete fucking mood killer. I'm about five minutes away from leaving him on Seamus' doorstep. It'd serve the old bastard right. Maybe his aunt will take him- she's one of those goody-goody God fearing types. And he's her blood. It's worth a shot. Even for an hour or two at this point would help.
I'm starting to lust after random men. I saw this guy last week at the gas station. Super-cute with those puppy dog eyes that all Italians seems to have. He was checking out my ass- I could tell. I nodded, he smiled, and took a step toward me...
And then Cyril got out of the car and asked if he could wash the windows. (I don't get it, but it seems to make him happy.) When I look over to the cute Italian again, he's backing away.
Whoever he was, he's been featuring in my nightly fantasy sessions for the past week. Which is all well and good, but it doesn't change the fact that I need to get laid.
Fuck it. Maybe I'll just invest in a new vibrator for the time being.
Behind a cut because Shannon has a potty mouth
Christ almighty, I need to get laid. It isn't enough that that damn prison stopped conjugals almost the minute Ryan got there, but I've been holed up in this house with the mental equivalent of a five-year-old. All the questions, all the fucking time. Fuck, it's more than a woman can take. And then he walks in when I'm on the phone with Ryan and wants to talk to his brother. Like I'm not thirty seconds away from Ryan launching into his tried-and-true phone sex routine. Having Cyril O'Reily in your ear is a complete fucking mood killer. I'm about five minutes away from leaving him on Seamus' doorstep. It'd serve the old bastard right. Maybe his aunt will take him- she's one of those goody-goody God fearing types. And he's her blood. It's worth a shot. Even for an hour or two at this point would help.
I'm starting to lust after random men. I saw this guy last week at the gas station. Super-cute with those puppy dog eyes that all Italians seems to have. He was checking out my ass- I could tell. I nodded, he smiled, and took a step toward me...
And then Cyril got out of the car and asked if he could wash the windows. (I don't get it, but it seems to make him happy.) When I look over to the cute Italian again, he's backing away.
Whoever he was, he's been featuring in my nightly fantasy sessions for the past week. Which is all well and good, but it doesn't change the fact that I need to get laid.
Fuck it. Maybe I'll just invest in a new vibrator for the time being.