The office might be yours, but you are mine.
All I can think about is how badly I want to taste you.
I needed so much more, but I would have to wait.
My desire to please you overpowered any apprehension I had.
No getting distracted this time.
You're going to play by my rules now, correct?
I knew what she deserved to come home to.
Miss left a present under my mattress.
We both want to hear you come.
I am going to have so much fun with you this weekend.
A lesson in self-control.
Patiently waiting for you to return.
There was one thing I had been wanting for months.
She liked the way my mouth looked doing things in lipstick.
A journal entry from 6/6/17.
