I’m so lonely. I’d love an order of pleasure, front and center. Doing just enough to get him to play my song as I feed my hunger. I’m not...

Dear Diary, I can’t believe it’s already the next year and summer is about to approach us soon. Unfornately its still the winter season...

It’s Friday and it’s the day after he came home to me. It’s about to be 12 in the afternoon and I’m enjoying my time home. Nothing like...