Friday, June 29, 2018

An emo entry. A horny entry.

Dear Diary,
Is it possible to be just friends with someone that you’re sexually attracted to? That’s the thought that has been dominating my mind most of the day, triggered by Rebecca contacting me this morning with an uncharacteristically sweet and slightly kinky message. And picture. 😳
It threw me off my game a bit, I admit.
It’s a lot harder being single than I thought it would be, especially when it comes to things of a more carnal nature. I mean, I could easily get that itch scratched, but
  1. I’m not promiscuous, and
  2. All the diseases floating around out there have me scared as hell.
Maybe I should start thinking about a friends with benefits type of situation. I have male friends, and I’m reasonably confident that they would bone…but most of my bonable male friends are already taken, and I refuse to be a catalyst for cheating.
Of course, I could sack a female friend, but that’s not what I’m…craving…right now. You know what I mean? Some of you are very lucky you don’t live near me. 😅
Anyway, I’m announcing something big this weekend on Patreon, so if you’re a member keep your eyes peeled. With the mood I’ve been in lately I’ll probably also post some provocative pictures, so make sure your notifications are turned on in the Patreon app. There may or may not be alcohol involved. 🍻
Hopefully, I’ll be able to wiggle my way out of this hospital visit too, so wish me luck.
Anyway, sorry for the emo entry, but this is my Diary after all. Sometimes entries will be like that. 😊
I love you.
All of you.
Dream of me.
#Alexa

“Money, it turned out, was exactly like sex, you thought of nothing else if you didn’t have it and thought of other things if you did.”
– James A. Baldwin

P.S.: If you haven’t yet, go answer my latest poll on Twitter: “If you had sex with your clone, would that be incest, masturbation, or something else? 🤔” Inquiring minds want to know. (https://twitter.com/AlexaNichols69/status/1012753286003412997)

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