It’s been a while since I’ve written anything. She sits there, staring at me with those beautiful eyes, teasing me. But I can’t touch.

She is so evil and I love it so much that sometimes she drives me completely crazy. How does she do that? I know what she is up to, and yet she has me wrapped around her little finger. She can be so adorable and so captivating at the same time. It would be embarrassing to be so easy if it wasn’t such a turn on to us both.

“Don’t you wish you could touch me?” she chuckles, touching herself.

She thinks I’m doing my work on here, but I can’t focus anymore. – wonder why that is! Oh my god, those beautiful legs. I never had a thing for feet before I saw hers, but now I always want to kiss them. Never had a thing for a lot of parts of a woman until I kissed and touched hers. Now all of those favorite spots are all I can think about.

The way she stares at me …

Oh no, she’s leaning back … I think I’m about to get myself into a lot of trouble …

“I wanna feel your fingers inside me … Ughhh … Fucking me … Uhh! …..”

Enough of an invitation for me!

Later!

Well, sufficed to say, I got myself into trouble for that, but it was fantastically worth it. I love to sink my tongue into her … she told me I can do that tonight, too. She told me I can have her tonight if I just earn it back. I just have to be good, I just have to be good. Will repeating that in my head help even a little?

“Beeeette?”

Oh no no no. I can do this! I can do this.

“Come here, my little pet …”

I’m a goner.

Write in your diary? You know I will. Mmm just don’t move – not that you could if you wanted to. You look so beautiful tied up, my love.

You’re pretty tempting yourself, you know. Focused on your computer when I come home, or busy with some sort of paperwork. You make me wild with ideas and inspiration. Truth is, I don’t know what I would do without you. But I think you already knew that.