Freewrite: Washcloth

I start the timer to scribble down this epithet from my heart. I'm somewhat sad and the truth is that the prompt for today touched me. Writing is something I like to do, I spend hours in front of my laptop screen composing various articles for comedy. I get to post them with my alternate account @belemo and while its not been paying off as much as it used to, I tarry, hoping for some good to surface in due time. I digress.
The past few weeks have been super torrid in my love life, I've experienced sexual desperation in its purest form and the affliction doesn't seem yo he going away. I live with my brother and he's subtly documented my travails in the not so subtlest of ways as brother often do; constantly bickering about how my washcloth reeks of semen and its fucking up the ambient air in the room, I think he's just full of shit and teasing because he gets his balls sucked by his "girlfriend", well either that or I'm just feeling a smudge of guilt (no sperm pun intended), fuck if I know.
I've got " I took a pill in Ibiza" playing in the background and I swear the lyrics hit me really hard: particularly when he says "I can't keep a girl no!!" It got me super jealous, here's a guy who gets a girl and has a problem with keeping them, while I'm here sat in the toilet with my trusty washcloth close by. Someone's going to complain about the ambient air again. I'm sure.