Dear Diary I was at a science convention. Friends invited me. I'm not going to lie; science isn’t my thing. All the buzzing and laughter fill the atmosphere as new inventions fly above my head. Eventually, I slip away because it wasn’t for me. A quick freshen-up, and into the restroom I go. I pass many mirrors, eloquently placed, and I see my lemon blouse and my black ruffle skirt. My lucky skirt is sitting halfway down m...

There’s a danger in my tongue that makes you want to lose control A thrill in my fingers, making you pay the ultimate toll I will be strong, this is so good, but dam, it feels so wrong On a path toward only you I watch you writhe, stir, and do what you do. My mind has a one-track, will of its own Autopilot is going for you, and it feels so dam Devine. Your pleasure is my home It’s your body, my hands and tongue want to ro...