January 4, 2012

no handcuffs or cum in my pants (thank goodness)

dear did you just touch me diary,

i felt something in the car and i could have sworn you touched me. it almost felt like we were fucking again. but the sensation only lasted for a second instead of two seconds so i knew i was safe and it wasn't you. then the cops came to where i was at tonight and i began to wonder once more, could it be possible? did we fuck? did i violate that fucking order? what the fuck do these cops want? the fuckers kept on smiling at me too, it seemed like anyway, and i kept on looking at them. i was nervous for just a few damn minutes and i don't know why. i finally slapped myself and gave my hair a good hard yank, which does turn me on sometimes, and i snapped right out of my trance. the cops left. then i left. then i forgot all about all that until now.