Perversions of a quiet girl...

Excerpts from my diary that I shouldn't share...

"...you have the kind of eyes that put a pulse on all the wrong places. Just a look to my direction and I think of all the possibilities between us. Do you stare at everyone like you do with me? It doesn't quite sit right, the way your eyes follow me across a room. But I don't mind. You have my mind floating in fantasies even when she is sitting next to me.

Last weekend, headed to that party, while I was sitting on the back seat, and you were holding her hand at the front seat while driving, but you couldn't resist staring at my thighs at the rear mirror. I smiled a little and you lost your grip from her hand. I saw that. I chose that outfit for you. Your girlfriend thought it was pretty too. Just saying...

That same night, after the party, when you and her crashed at my house. I had to give y'all the bedroom. I wished it was you and me though. Laying on the couch and listening to the sounds she made and the groans you slipped out occasionally, I couldn't resist. I wanted to bump into the room and watch. I ended up on the couch touching myself with every sound you made. This kind of forbidden pleasure. I want it. But without her!

Melissa, she can't help telling me all the things you do to her. It turns me on. And I have to write about it, a lot more that I should. Sometimes it's an endless loop of me thinking about all the things I want to do with you incessantly.

I live for the day I'll place my lips on yours. I love the danger that comes with wanting you. I want you to go down and taste what you do to me. I want to touch every inch of your skin and hear you whisper my name to my ears. I want to confirm that it's not just me. Be the thought behind my fantasies, or the sound behind my sighing, but mostly the one I undress to. Be that person. Turn this butterflies in my stomach to fire.

I know she loves you. She is my best friend. I don't care, I just need you out of my head and maybe in my bed! I don't want your heart. She doesn't have to know. This is totally different and out of control. Just an hour of getting naked and doing as I say! And I promise I'll send you back to her, as soon as I can, with bruises on your back and memories. But those you can hide.

But if we touch, I'm scared we'll never want it to stop..."