Dear Diary,

Tonight it was all about him. 

Wrapped in the smell of leather and lust

the spice of salt and sweat savory on my tongue

He drove faster and faster, the heat building

dripping down my thighs

The friction of flesh

unbearably sweet


He stopped at the curb

and slipped the car into Park

“Hey, sweetie, wake up.

We’re home.”

But I kept my eyes closed


to let go of the dream

just yet.





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