Morning

Dear Diary,

Perhaps I should make a habit of getting up early? I’m in a creative haze, and I keep touching myself...it feels like I’m on the edge of an orgasm that I can’t allow myself to have. Not for a little while.

My date with Ryan was nice, but he refused to sleep with me. Either he’s toying with me or he has a small penis and he wants me to like him for his personality before he shows it to me, and I run away screaming. Haha, I crack myself up sometimes.

On a serious note I think he enjoys playing with me. Maybe mind games turn him on...in a way, I like them too. I need to remember to have fun, not everything is so serious. And lovers come and go—I don’t get mad at butterflies for flying away.

Even though I want this one to stay.

Until next time!

XOXO