She has been gone two days. I am all alone. I am sore. I have done little but think wicked evil lascivious obscene thoughts and do wicked obscene lascivious evil things.
Sometimes I wish I hadn't a… a hymen. Now I am able to get two fingers into my back, while I'm playing, and now I'm able to stand the clothespin on my nipple without screaming and moaning, I wish, I really wish… evil Tory… that I could get my finger into my… my front, too.
She has been gone two days. She will be home… when? Another week? I look forward to it, and I do not. It is fun, lovely, being alone, and going about the house naked this way, or in only some underthings, and playing with myself constantly. But… when she gets home she will surely want to go right over to them, and… I will follow…