Dear Diary…

Dear Diary,
Found another thread to discuss those middle of the night urges that seem to be more frequent.....more to cum
 
Dear Diary
Had a really fun night with a new friend last night and who knows where this will lead. Too bad work has to interrupt it from continuing.
 
I'll play...

Dear diary,

The monsters under my bed won't sleep quietly anymore. I'm thinking about evicting them. Also, my waistline seems to have improved an inch. I am now a 40 waist instead of 38. Bigger is not always better- at least that's what my pants are telling me. So far this year, my insurance rates are up, so are my property taxes, egg prices, food prices in general. Again, bigger is not always better. My whiskey shots are improving. Big plus there. Yep, I can drink bigger shots and more of them. What a coincidence that improves as everything else seems to go in the shitter.

Thanks for listening diary. You're the best!
 
Dear diary,

Hit the road Fap and don't you cum on my back no more no more.


Hope you can take a joke Charlie :ROFLMAO: :ROFLMAO: :ROFLMAO: :ROFLMAO: :ROFLMAO:
 
….we are going to have a lot of catching up to do.


Prepare to get pen fucked. 😉
 
Dear Diary,

I feel so alone. I crave the touch of another. I crave intimacy.

I feel like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Sometimes I am cerebral and desire wit and playfulness and intelligent discussion. Other times I almost shock myself by how base and dirty minded I am. Sometimes I have all the filter, sometimes I have none.
 
Dear Diary,

I don't know if my mother was right...but I am absolutely in love with the boy down the street and he is not someone she'd like....or my husband! 😬
 
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