Only a text away

She is tired, so tired, all she wants is a nap, a long nice nap... 

She plays with her phone, shoots off texts for meaningless sex, sex she doesnt want but she wants. She is waiting for him to come back, the man she is sleeping with, but not sleeping with. He's out and she's in his bed, she woke up here. She waits for him, even if she knows it's okey to leave, but she wants him to come home, just so they can sit and watch TV together. Both doing something. She will walk around the kitchen, just to touch him, and he will smile at her, and his eyes will make her fall under his spell again. She's not sure that he knows or not how attracted she is to him, how she wants to push him against the wall and fuck hte living shit out of him.
She's not sure that he knows at all... so she lays there in his bed, and shoot of a few texts to others, potential sexpartners, nothing but sex. 

And then the effort makes her so tired, she falls back into the pillows, decides that she probably will watch some porn later and just get rid of that frustration all by herself.