The day before, I'd been thinking it'd be difficult to get myself frightened and stressed enough to have a suitably hormone-inducing reaction.
After all, day one of the experiment hadn't done more than annoy me and get a lot of dirt in my hair.
Unfortunately, it was the same today.
I should've been freaked out. The rinsing-out and the self-lubing and the safeword conversation had been more than enough to rub in the reality of what we were about to do.
But none of it mattered. The sticky underwear, the knowledge that I'd have Colin fucking me within an hour or two…now that I was here, with my phlebotomy kit in my backpack and the prospect of real results, I couldn't bring myself to care.
If anything, I was hoping I'd be able to focus enough on the visceral parts of the experiment to get a reaction that'd be worth it, instead of my mind wandering to all the lab work I couldn't wait to start later that evening.
