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Dear Diary,

When I look at Dr Hawthorne’s lips, I can only think about one thing – my pussy

There is no way a man like him isn’t a master of oral sex

I iine he savors every second of it and knows exactly what he’s doing I can al over my smooth skin

He’d circle his tongue over my clit before he sucked it between his lips Then he’d push a finger into ht I a me at a feverish pitch

I’d screaainst his ain until I was too exhausted to move

Alas, it’s just another virgin dream For now

-FU

For now

Those tords have rattled around in olden retriever, I struggled to focus on anything but those two short fucking words that hold promise

Faith Upton believes there’s hope that every fantasy in her diary will becole one of those fantasies involves me

She takes another drink of water froaze flits over my face

If she knew that I’d read about how she wants er her until she ridesclis, and move

I know that because she’s young She’s so fucking young and inexperienced and goddamn beautiful

I ht, but I knew she existed I’ve known that since the dayto the sight of her waiting for the elevator

Her hip was cocked in that ‘hurry the hell up’ way it often is when she’s anxious to get to her apartment I admired her ass because, yes, it is that spectacular whether covered in jeans or short white shorts as it was that day

She had blue hair at the time Locks of waves the color of the summer sky cascaded down her back