Dear Diary,
Tonight after dinner, I plopped down on my favorite purple lounge chair and flipped through the channels on the television, but nothing piqued my interest. Tired of watching filthy-rich celebrities frolicking on the beach and no-name nobodies looking for their fifteen minutes of fame, I turned on the laptop next to me and surfed over to my Facebook page. I scrolled down through my friends’ most recent posts and had a good laugh at a photo of my girl Ciara. It was one that her boyfriend had tagged her in. The image must have been taken on Halloween because they were both dressed as prison inmates in black and white striped jumpsuits. The tagline underneath it read, “My sexy ball and chain.”
I sighed when I read the words. I couldn’t help myself. It’d been more than a year since I’d broken up with Marcus and nearly six months since I’d gotten down and dirty with someone of the opposite sex. Even worse, my vibrator was on the fritz due to overuse and I hadn’t had the chance to replace it. God, I seriously need to find myself a man.
As my eyes scanned the comments on Ciara’s page, I just happened to come across a post from what appeared to be one of her old college roommates – a guy by the name of Enzo Martini. He had dark, curly hair and warm, chocolate brown eyes. His well-muscled upper body was evident in the wife beater her sported on the cover of his timeline. While I clicked through his profile, I nearly drooled at his drop-dead sexiness. Then, I peered at the bottom right hand side of the screen and saw that he was online. I know it sounds crazy, but I had to send him an instant message. If I didn’t, my raging hormones would never let me live it down.
Enzo and I got to know each other rather quickly. I found out that he’s a physical therapy assistant at a local rehabilitation center and LOVES to help his patients work out their kinks. Especially, the young, pretty ones. After chatting on Facebook for a time, things started getting a bit flirty. Enzo told me I looked hot in my pink and white polka dot bikini – the one my ex bought for me in Las Vegas
Exchanging subtle, sexy hints with Enzo got us both feeling a bit hot and bothered. Unfortunately, it started getting late and we both have to work in the morning. We agreed to hop on Skye tomorrow night and continue where we left off. Wish me luck!
XOXO
- Priscilla
Thursday Night,
Tonight, I was supposed to go out with my friends, but every time I do it seems like nothing new. All I ever do is go to the bar with them, have drinks, play some pool, and go to the strip club to blow my money on girls I’ll never get to sleep with. And since I was getting tired of that life of debauchery I decided to stay home and play some online poker on Facebook for a change of pace.
It’s been two years since I had been with someone special; two years, too long. I spent too many lonely nights alone watching the same old porn movies on my computer, jerking off to whatever got me excited. I realized that my life was mundane and I need a change of pace; I really need a woman! Someone I would want to hold on nights like this.
After taking a total loss from an online player at a poker game, I decided to check on the posts and I found a picture of my old college roommate Ciara, dressed in a Halloween prison uniform with a tagline by her boyfriend “My sexy ball and chain.” I knew Ciara well, it was more like she had him in a ball and chain, not that I should envy her, but I kind of wish that was me posting stuff like that about my woman. I left a funny comment and waited for her reply.
About a minute later, I received a message from one of her friends – a woman by the name Priscilla Hirsch. As I checked out her profile, I was amazed of a woman with such sex appeal; semi-long dark hair with reddish highlights, beautiful piercing green eyes that showed a fiery afterglow, and such a well-tanned complexion on one particular photo I looked at. She was wearing a pink and white polka dot bikini that really showed her amazing body, giving me such naughty thoughts about her. I couldn’t help noticing Priscilla in her swimsuit outfit; I needed to get to know her more.
While Priscilla and I got to know each other, I found out she worked at the Central Library downtown. She seemed pretty interested at what I do for living – a physical therapy assistant, and later told me she recently pulled a muscle and needed my help to rub it out. Things became more intriguing when we flirted more. Our conversations were getting more comfortable and I wanted to see if she was willing to push the envelop more in our conversation.
Somewhere between making an appointment and offering to rub it out, things got a bit hot and heavy when we exchanged hints on what we wanted to do. I couldn’t help but continue our sexy conversation. I could see where this was going; there was something about her that made want to get to know her more, but I didn’t want it to be a fling. She told me she would be on Skype tomorrow, and we quickly exchange names to find each other there. Perhaps, I would get to see her on camera for a real one-to-one conversation. Sadly, my PC camera wasn’t hooked up. It was laying somewhere in my apartment. If only I could find it.
After our lengthy erotic conversation, she had to go, leaving me wanting to get to know her more. But she told me she’ll be home from work and there will be plenty more time to get to know her. She typed her goodbye with an XOXO signature, and immediately I felt a sensual feeling rising from my spine, like she virtually caressed her hand on my back and gave me a kiss goodnight. I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.
- Enzo
