It was one of those days where the sun seemed to shine just for me, casting a warm glow over my apartment as I settled down with a cup of steaming coffee. The aroma filled the room, mingling with the faint scent of jasmine from the plant on my windowsill—a perfect setting for some introspective writing. I had been meaning to update my diary for days, and today felt like the right time to pour my thoughts onto paper. But as usual, life had other plans.
No sooner had I opened my laptop than there was a knock at the door. It was him—the guy from downstairs with eyes that always seemed to undress me before he even said hello. I should have known better than to think I could get any writing done with him around; he has an uncanny ability to derail my plans with his mere presence. Today was no exception.
"Hey, Tharja," he greeted me with that lopsided grin that never failed to make my heart flutter—and not always in a good way."I was just passing by, thought I'd see what you're up to." His gaze dropped suggestively to the notebook in front of me before meeting mine again. "Writing another one of your deep thoughts?" He leaned against the doorframe casually as if he owned not only this space but also every inch of me within it.. And truth be told? Sometimes it feels like he does own those inches when we're tangled up together under sheets dampened by sweat and desire... But back on track! Writing! Focus! 😒😤✍️👀🔥🚫👶🏼 (That emoji sequence is totally how our sex life works.) - Busty Cow Tharja #DiaryEntry #SexLife #DistractionsEverywhere