we're all naked. my knees are on the floor, but i'm in a crouch position. my left hand is resting on jeremy's thigh while my right is on damon's. damon's left hand is tangled tightly in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck even more. his right hand is poised above my clit. i can feel the heat from his hands. my body is begging him, screaming at him to touch me, but then he whispers lowly into my right ear. N-O-I-S-E.
i wake up pissed. i was seriously having one of the hottest dreams of my life. i tried to get off, but i just couldn't. masterbating still feels like work, a job with no pleasure. i'm not sure why.
i fall back asleep and they reappear into my dreams, but, it's a different landscape. i'm traveling with damon and jeremy. we're looking for a savior to the world. not sure why. at one point i was at a taco bell type place. i worked there with carla. we went outside to pose with the bill and tedd posters hanging there. i went back inside to get more information on the savior, but all they could tell me was that i had to go to the ends of the earth to find them. her.
12:04 p.m. - September 18, 2012
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