Sunday,

     I am truly a being who loves to dwell in solitude, and have been quite used to living alone to occupy and enjoy my living space as I choose.  This being the case, I am not overjoyed with having a roommate in the least.  Damned economic downturn! However, since she leaves for church early every Sunday morning, I take the opportunity for the ever-welcome moments of restful solitude, self-replenishment, and of course—I am at peace to write in my journal without being interrupted every 3 minutes for inane bullshit.

     There is of course, also the fact that I am unable to truly enjoy the freedom of having a luscious orgasm anytime and anywhere in my residence I choose.  So, this is my day to play uninhibitedly…for a few hours at least.

Monday,

     I woke up this morning dreaming of another time, another place…and another lover.  I could see her laying next to me, sleepy smile as her eyes opened to the morning.  Feel her tiny hands travel softly--as if trying to sneak by me unnoticed—down my stomach; the covers are now shifting as she slides quickly between my thick thighs.  She shushes me when I begin to protest…

Yeah, that hot greedy tongue gets me every time.