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Diary
Date: Wednesday January 2nd, 2002 (Early
Afternoon)
I still
feel flushed and excited as I sit here
typing this entry. My nipples are tingling
and my clit refuses to stop jabbing my
pleasure senses with reminders of what
I've just done. The large black dildo,
still slimy and smelling of my pussy
juices has been returned to the bottom
drawer of my desk. I haven't locked the
drawer; I'm enjoying the heady excitement
of the risk leaving it unlocked causes
me.
Jeff has
been locked away in his office all day. I
can't help thinking he's in there reading
all about me; savoring the pictures of me;
conspiring with Mike to humiliate me even
more. I clamp my knees together at the
thought and try to fend off another little
ripple of excitement which threatens to
escalate into a much larger shudder of
orgasmic delight.
My mind
is entirely away from work today. I can't
help daydreaming about what might have
happened if Jeff or Steve had walked in on
me in the bathroom when I was in the
throes of orgiastic pleasure, impaled on
the huge black dildo. I imagine both of
them bursting in on me; the looks of
satisfaction on their grinning faces as
both start telling me how they "always
suspected you were kinky!" Mocking me for
the lie I've lived. How would I ever be
able to deny it if they actually caught me
in the act? I'm sure my greatest pleasure
would be in my attempts to try explaining
myself; in being forced to surrender to
the truth; to both of them; to
everybody.
I look
at the clock for the umpteenth time -
2:07pm. Less than two hours before work
finishes. Less than two hours before I
know whether or not TODAY will be the day
when Jeff confronts me with the truth.
Again I think of him sitting in his office
next door and pawing over the photos and
stories about me sent by Mike. I need a
glass of water. I need air!
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