


Dear Diary,
Since moving out here, I haven't been feeling like myself. All I can think about is sitting on multiple men's dicks. Like it's bad... I've been having fantasies about giving my address out and leaving my door unlocked so they can come and take my body in the night. I know, I know, that's a terrible idea. Way too dangerous. But I want to be fucked by dangerous strong men who use my body and just leave when it's over and I'm filled up. Well, in the meantime I guess I will mediate to take my mind from all the sick things I want to do. But even when I meditate I can't help but to bounce my ass and pretend I'm sitting on a man! I can even hear the sounds it would make in my head! And then of courseee it just leads to me touching on myself and next thing I know, I'm getting off on my yoga mat..... so much for being at peace. Oh, well I'll try again next time.