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