Damnit, I had yet another dream about Priscilla. Just when I'm trying to let her be, my subconscious decides to invade my mind when I'm asleep. I'm glad that I'm actually remembering my dreams though. It comforts me waking up to a dream that I remember. I was sitting in her house, on her white leather couch, and we were just chatting and stuff. Priscilla didn't seem too worried that her mom was going to come home and see me. The dreams are getting better though. I can feel my mind more at ease with this whole situation.

So I was reading some BDSM short story last night, and that was in my dreams last night too. I was in the submissives situation. God, I woke up so fucking horny and not having enough time to relieve myself because I had to go to work, and my mom was about to walk into my fucking room.

Yep. There's my story for today. God, just a few months ago, I wouldn't have been able to even think about what I wrote above. I was totally on one side of the scale a few months back, now I'm on the exact opposite. I can't seem to balance the two. This sucks. I knew this would happen.

I remember it would be so fucking weird for Priscilla and I to talk about sexual stuff. Yet, we didn't mind talking about kissing each other. How ironic. But anyhow, things changed after Bettie came along. Seems like she was a catalyst for a lot of things in our lives. God, it's fucking weird thinking back on how we would have kissed each just for experimentation. Now that I think about, it's fucking gross as fuck.

My mood is fucked right now. I'm in a good and irritable mood. And bored like hell. I'm going to go write a story. So I say. So I say.

See ya.

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