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sooooo...

of course, i have no idea whether i'm being a bother and i pray things are going well in your life & i know you must be busy what with many other things...

and i KNOW i must be boring w/these petty details of my life... i'm sure you've surmised my loneliness...

certainly, i don't want to presume and go on & on & on writing my dirty thoughts about exactly what i would do if i got my paws on your hottness again...

thus, this will be my last message to you until i hear from you...

i meant what i said... can't remember the last time i've been happy and/or smiled that much... THANK YOU!!!

& now, maybe for your amusement, i'll tell you about last night:

as you saw, i got dressed up... then decided to do some good old fashion street walking.

every once & a while, some good citizen decides it's their duty to call the police on their friendly neighborhood hooker... at that point, the police reveal how they've earned the nickname: "the heat".

i mean, usually, they patrol & drive slow, maybe get out of their cars to sneak up on you... you know... the usual stuff bypassed by sharp eyes, ears and basic concealment...

but in "heat" mode, it's game on. drive in hard, slow down fast, hit the lights, one side of the street to the other, swerve that spotlight, in corners, under cars, even to the fukin' trees... up the alleys, stop in front of the known hiding spots, more lights, click into reverse, back up smooth & fast, back up the street, then hit it down the street, turn down another block... accelerate, use that spotlight aggressively...

luckily, my hiding place is almost right out in the open... not what one would expect... and my brother was in the 101st... he taught me what can only be described as "ninja mind" concealment tricks (yep, they fukin' work!) but it was difficult... my thigh highs were kind of shimmery, and i was wearing my shiny black pvc moto jacket... jeeze... but i am still feeling a bit shiny:) ... with much ducking, slinking, shuffling and hard mind lock concentrating, i got the fuk away after a block-long strategic sprint (silently, in the same boots I wore to you the other night... try that one!)

but i wasn't ready to call it a night yet so i went to the book store.

must have been something in the air... it was bat-sht there too. the poor young clerk had his hands full w/some freaks (& if i'm calling them freaks, considering I'M there in an adult book store by a freshly closed strip club... you KNOW they're freaky!!) but i had the place calm in no time at all... you see... i kinda got a rep... people don't fuk w/me:)

soon it was down to the clerk (who can never take his eyes off my ass when i'm not looking) a wanna be gangster, a crack whore making a night of it and some homeless guy in the stalls just wanting some shelter.

the crack whore (linda) never remembers me, though we've met more than once on the street & i'm always kind to her (i give out the smokes & we talk about sobriety & God & the Jesus). she was shopping for a new vibrator to try out in one of the bigger rooms to really get it on w/herself & make a night of it till the sun came up when she could go sleep somewhere warm. i helped her pick out a nice pink one.

the wanna be gangster was talking about how it was best to buy gold off down & outers and melt it down yourself to pawn for cash... believe it or not, he's quite the lady's man w/meth smokin' fat chicks... seriously! and while i was sending you that pic last night, he was snapping a pic himself... of my ass w/his phone... i guess to use as a spank bank deposit for later?

but it was kinda coolish last night so i bought a token ($5) & left the clerk a tip ($5) {the only entertainment money i allow myself to spend these days} & made my way back to the booths, where it's warmer... where i could hear crack whore linda doing herself in a locked room w/that pink vibrator i'd helped her pick out... and there i ran into the homeless guy.

he was clean & short & not stinky & obsessively closing all the doors to the booths. i had my token but i really wasn't in the mood for porn. i had just wanted to pay my "rent" there and to warm my self up. it was kinda warm back there but the homeless guy was fukin' pouring the sweat. still, he didn't smell. sure, it was dark, and he was on the other end of the corridor from me, but i can see shockingly well in the dark & i've got a VERY sensitive nose...

eventually, he stopped his door closing and stood staring at me. i smiled all pretty & said hi (all sweet & high, like i do in the vids) and he rather politely said hi & asked if there was any water available in the building... i told him where... he thanked me... he was uncomfortable... i went outside for a smoke...

it was still fukin' chilly... a city truck started slowly driving by me... those city bois can be curious... i went back in...

in the back of the booth area, the homeless guy was still sweating. but he had a booth door open and kept staring from it to me... he didn't seem interested in "me" as a "sexx thang..." he was just... well... fukin' lonely. believe me, i can tell...

so i softly stomped over to him (fukin' towering over him a at least a foot) and sweetly asked what he was up to.

"just trying to stop sweating!" he was truly indeed pouring the sweat.

"it can be fukin' steamy back here..." my double entendre was TOTALLY wasted... he kept looking in his booth. so i leaned in and looked in too. there it was: a "keg" cup shoved into the glory hole; the sure sign of sex encounter disinterest.

"oh," i backed away, slowly, "just gonna catch some private time?"

"yeah," he arched his head up to get some non-blowing air on his glistening, rather strong, throat, "but i've just got a couple of dollars," he almost imperceptibly gestured his right cheek muscle to the street, "trying to stretch it out." his right eye widened just a so little bit and barely moved up to indicate his waiting for the sun.

"well i'm done for the night," i reached into my bag, pulled out my coupon & offered it to him. "please, take it, there's no fukin' way i'm gonna use it." he hesitated. "i totally mean it." his hand slowly started for the coupon. i smiled. he gently took it. "have a great night!" i turned & commenced my slow ass wagging saunter out of there. i heard him say:

"uh..."

i stopped & turned & posed on one hip as he asked:

"do... do... you want to watch... together."

i slowly walked back to him. no stomp or saunter, just a walk. there was something... nice about to happen.

"i don't want to be rude or selfish..." it was difficult for him to talk. not because he was stupid or shy. he was looking at me clearly, unblinkingly. "it just doesn't seem right..."

i knew why it was difficult for him to talk to me or anyone else...

"it's just not right for me to not offer."

it was difficult for him to talk to people 'cause he just doesn't trust them... but he was being trustingly polite w/me.

"do you..." i tilted my head so that my wig covered the more "boi" half of my face, "but you don't want company..."

"no, i'm not into that..." he stepped closer to me, relaxed, the sweat started to slow its pour down his face. "i mean no offense... i mean... you are transexual?" my God... he really wasn't sure!

"of course i am!" i smiled. "i don't want to be rude either. i just want to show you a good time." i nodded my head to the sun, started to turn, then stopped. he'd held out his hand.

"what's your name?"

"roxxanna." i gave him my hand.

"jason." we shook. man style.

"thanks for accepting." i let go, turned and started my ass wag down the hall. "have a great time on me!"

"thank you, Roxxanna."

people always seem to say my name w/a capital R. i never do...

soooo... there's my little story, that's how i usually spend my gyrl nights... though sometimes there's sexx and/or money... it's really about meeting people...

and of all the people i've met, you're the only one who's ever made my knees go weak. thank you for that.

xxx... o!

roxxanna

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The last time I remember having used or even seen my old diary was about four years ago, after my husband and I got married and found a new home. It was a new start for me, I did not feel the need to have to mark down every single event of my married life. I was on a path into a new territory, and I would remember everything. Every minute, day, and occurrence, every happy moment, probably every bad moment, too, everything would get imprinted in my memory. Or so I thought. Years went by and I...

Dear Diary

12:45 PM Dear diary, its Austin again. Nothing new to report, except that I got stood up once again. Seems she had some important meeting that she had to attend. Her last words to me were, ‘Don’t wait up’. I guess it’s pretty obvious this is going to take all day and now my plans are wasted. It’s not so much the meeting as much as the timing. She knew I had this day planned. She didn’t know what I was planning, but she knew it was planned none-the-less. So here I am, writing to you once...

Dear Diary 3 her

Dear Diary,Terri's parents arrived today, needing somewhere to stay on their way to their holidays. Bugger. Was hoping to have a nice night of passion with Colin. But we ended up going al fresco instead, and I'm sure someone was watching us. bloody certain of it. But I'm getting ahead of myself...Colin arrived, just as I was putting the kettle on. How he does it, I'll never know; it's like he's got radar for the kettle. I hugged him, gave him a peck, and filled him in on the situation.We dished...

DEAR GRANDPA

Dear Grandpa, it’s been a week since I have last seen you, and I can’t tell you how much I miss you. Our long walks in the woods, and talking about our wonderful loving family. But more then missing see your handsome face each day, I miss waking up in your arms every morning after a night of wonderful love making.I now know why mom send me to you, she wanted me to have the same kind of love that you give her, when she was my age. A man that would show me how to love. I will always hold the time...

Dear Diary Entry 6 Avenging My Best Friend On Her Wedding Day

Dear Diary, That day, my eyes were closed slightly. Lips open, welcoming his sweet mouth to kiss me. Both my arms were encircling his muscular body. We both were lying down on the long dining table naked. Both cuddled up cozily. I was literally pinching his shoulder, unable to hold myself steady from all the sex. My breasts were already loosened from all the pinching and pressing. His right hand was cupping my left boob and his left hand was holding my head in the back, pulling me closer...

Dear Diary

Dear Diary, I am typing this now as I’m watching my sweet hubby fucking my daughters. I took a break just now from giving a prolonged blowjob to my husband for almost 20 minutes and the bottom part of my tongue is aching from it. I wanted to relax for a bit before joining in the action, drink some water, and I also needed to give some time to my daughters to enjoy as I’m not selfish enough to have the fun all by myself. My younger daughter has already started to complain about me, blaming that...

DEAR DIARY

Dear DiarybySion Sierra©I was asked to write this story by a friend. I do hope that you like it. I would appreciate any feedback you would care to give.Chapter 1I shouldn't have done it, but I had to. My daughter was acting even weirder after her Eighteenth birthday. It was only a month ago, I just figured she just thought she was a full blown adult. So here after I heard her scream she was leaving for school, I ran downstairs to give her money for her lunch. She was already gone. I entered the...

Dear Dirty Diary part 17

Dear Dirty Diary In the second week of October, a furnace inspector informed Louise we needed a new fuel oil tank and pointed out that the current furnace could never heat our attic apartment. A heating contractor quoted $15,800 for a new high efficiency unit with central air conditioning. The bed and breakfast income had been nominal at best for our first season so we had a situation on our hands. Neither Doug nor I wanted to forsake our spacious attic for the cramped but warm guest rooms...

Dear Dirty Diary part 7

Dear Dirty Diary, I tried to relax but every thought led back to my ongoing string of bad luck. I thought back and brooded yet again over the theft of my car and the loss of my laptop computer. I got the car back after a week or so but the computer, with my shameful little diary in it was nowhere to be found. Then three weeks later, after the insurance claim gave me a new one, the police department phoned to tell me my computer had been recovered. I seriously considered getting it back, until...

Dear Dirty Diry part 4

Dear Dirty Diary, A few days and Doug and I were shopping in the mall. We went into a restaurant for a coffee. To my surprise, we saw my sweet Louise who, as it turned out, was a hostess there. When our eyes met, her shone dark and sparkling. Her nipples swelled and poked through the bodice of her blouse. We flirted back and forth with coy little glances to the point where I licked my top lip as my mind swam through delightful little memories of her. When she spontaneously gave me a big warm...

Dear Diary

Thursday, January 4th, 2018 Dear diary, Fuck you. And fuck you too, Dr. Swalley. Friday, January 12th, 2018 This is the stupidest shit I've ever done, I swear to god. Fine. Fine. For Kiera. "You don't talk much, Tony," she says. I mean, no shit. What's there to talk about? I just get mad, okay? Who doesn't? It's all bullshit. Trying to keep ahead, listening to your coworker's crap, all those fuckin' people on the road that don't know how to drive. Kiera...

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