This was from a letter I wrote in JUNE: (I don't think I ever mailed it ( Read more... )

Remember... I have a "date" tomorrow night ( Read more... )

I close my eyes, lie back, and think of you... your soft lips... I can see your face so vividly. I want you so badly. My hand finds its way to the ring under my shirt. Touching myself only increases this desire I have to feel your body against mine. With only the opening of my eyes, it's as if I could manifest you right into my arms. Instead, with ( Read more... )

I have a "second" date on Thursday, for dinner. We've only gone out once before, and it was very casual --a daytime coffee date! This time she has invited me over for dinner, just the two of us. Now I may be jumping to conclusions, but suddenly I've become very nervous. Why this is making my stress, I don't know. I want to make a good impression, ( Read more... )

Weird thoughts ( Read more... )

One - Two - Three - Four.....
Who's that whore standing at the door?

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What happens if i decide to get really nasty????

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Who will ever know if I don't tell em?

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So... is this the beginning?