This was a partial journal entry I recently found from February 2017.
“There’s nothing more demoralizing than sitting around in a white lace nightgown, a sexy purple silk bra and garter in white lace fishnets in a bask of blacklights glowing all around and the reality of a dry pussy left untouched and begging for the simple caress of a wet and eager tongue by a lover slowly growing in anticipation of what’s to come. It’s sad to look down and see my poor lady parts, unswollen, my clit retracted to the lonely cavern of unsatisfaction and disappointment. Never have I looked more Saturday night ready and felt more dismay at the amount of time and makeup I wasted for someone who still, after countless prior attempts to seduce, managed to once again leave me feeling unworthy and unattractive. I know in my heart I deserve so much more. I’ve waited years to enjoy the rare, spontaneous sex nights – tonight I was afforded the rare opportunity to borrow someone’s set of three large black lights. At the time my mind became an array of exploding naughty fun possibilities – First -glow paint, coupled with fucking on a canvas to later hang on the wall.”
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