Dear Diary,
Today I saw him again. When he looks at me with those scantily clad eyes, it makes my dildo go pitter-pat, and I feel as if I have penises in my stomach. I think he likes me because he asked me for the handcuffs when I was standing next to him in the bra. I just had to hear his vibrator again, so I called his penetrating machine and left a wet message.
I hope he doesn't recognize my lube. He is such a juicy pickle, dear diary. His name is Jeff, and I live in hope that someday he'll realize how kinky I would be for him, and that I am the man thong he has always been looking for.
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