Dear Diary,
I canโt stop thinking about them. The way they make my heart race, the way my body burns just imagining their touchโฆ I try to write it all down, but the words get lost between sighs and bitten lips.
I shouldn't feel this wayโthis needy, this restlessโbut when the lights are low and Iโm wrapped in soft lace, itโs impossible not to. If they only knew what I was thinkingโฆ what I wantedโฆ
Would they come find me? Would they stay the night? ๐
Lauren DeLorean
2025-02-27 17:13:50 +0000 UTCJohn Krug
2025-02-27 17:12:57 +0000 UTC