Bradley, it’s OK’ is what I bent over and whispered in his ear as I stilled my naked body on top of him. ‘You want this to be fun for me too, don’t you? I haven’t come yet.’
I wonder how many girls Bradley’s fucked in his young life. I’m sure there have been quite a few, handsome as he is. I’m equally sure they were pretty one-sided romps on the pleasure scale, judging from the way he seemed so ready to just blow inside me as I rode him.
Here’s another secret: I’ve always wanted to know, what’s it like to make a guy wait?
What’s it like to make a guy want it so bad he’d give you his car, sign over his last penny, curse his mother, sell his soul, just to be allowed release?
I wanted to experiment early on with the person whose name shall not be mentioned here, but he wasn’t interested. Waiting made him impatient and annoyed. So I’ve only ever explored in my imagination. It’s been my naughty secret for the last twenty-odd years. But now the gates of the playground of my imagination have been broken wide open. I cannot run out fast enough.
I wanted to make a guy wait. I wanted to feed off his desperation. What would happen if I did? I wanted to know.
And at that moment I decided Bradley was gonna help me find out.
November 6
Had to put you away last night. It was a late night already with my new little friend so by the time I got to you, Dear Diary, I could barely keep my eyes open.
But before I continue to tell you the tale of Bradley, let’s change your name. I hate Dear Diary. Let’s call you Dear Fuckbook. Because that’s my dream for you.
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