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