I wasn't grateful. You want to talk cranky, coitus interruptus takes me well beyond cranky. My engorged labia felt like they were pressing on my brain-what there was of my brain-and if I didn't get to fuck someone, something, now-a vampire would do-I was going to fucking explode. My cunt ached like a bruise.Beyond cranky, rather fortunately, doesn't transmute into embarrassment. It transmutes into fury. As my blood pressure began to rearrange itself to a more standard unengorged pattern I was seething.
The excerpt captures a moment of intense frustration and desire experienced by the character. Feeling physically overwhelmed by her arousal, she expresses her anger at not being able to fulfill her sexual needs. Her overwhelming sensations lead her to a boiling point, suggesting a deeply primal and urgent need for connection and release. This vivid portrayal highlights the character's struggle against her own bodily demands.
As her emotions shift from crankiness to fury, we see a fascinating exploration of how unfulfilled desires can twist into anger rather than shame. The dramatic imagery illustrates not just a physical state, but a psychological one, where the pressure of internal emotions reaches a tipping point. This evokes a raw and unfiltered expression of femininity and sexuality, reflecting a complex relationship with desire and frustration.