Chapter Eighteen - Marnie cravings

Z E K E B L A K E L Y

I didn't realize what I was doing for a time.

30 days. This has been going on for a month.

It has been a month since I last gave a blonde a sexual glance. Brown-haired women with brown eyes that have a tinge of black around the edges have been the norm. I've been trying to find her in others.

However, it appears that she is unique among people. Nowhere near. I have been looking for her in empty eyes that I have peered into. They don't convey emotion the way she does. They might, but I fail to see it. Moreover, their hair has never been the ideal hue. Also, the shape of their lips has changed. Nevertheless, despite my urgent glances at them, they didn't make my heart race. They didn't even make my heart race when I only glanced at them in an effort to feel them on me.

In an effort to feel something from it, I try to picture the female who is currently sitting on my lap and kissing my neck as being her. So that I may at least somewhat appreciate it. Yet it's ineff