Naughty

I just finished fingering myself in the washroom just now.

It’s not the first time I did in during work. I am such a horny thing.

Not trying to be boastful, but my fingers smell really nice.

Yes, you read it correctly, FINGERS.

Feel like getting back and do it … haha

I missed the time he did the fingering on me.

It’s one of the most unforgettable moments I had in life.

It was in a public park. That was the first time we went that far.

If only time turns back.

I would make sure the savouring part will be the best of his life.

Procasination kills, but I’m alive..

Alright… I finally found a space of my own.

A place I could talk freely.

The irony is, it’s the net. How Free It Can Be??

Oh well, like what Savage Garden said in “Santa Monica” : “I am anyone, I am anything, I wanna be…”

Nobody shall know who am I.

I am missing him right now.

Missed him til I have no idea what I am doing anymore.

I missed his hungry kisses.
His sensual touch at the clit.
That manhood of his.
That grin on that face.

The way he grooved me.

Alas, he’s not mine.

He’s never been.

And will never be.

Woe.