1:17 am
10/10/25
That was the best part of my day. I woke up with my head on her stomach and my hand down her panties, on her pussy. Now I’m here at work, stressing over dumb shit. Work has been a disaster. They sent me a crap ton of pallets. I’m out of room. And I’m out of everything!!
I just want to go back to that time before work.
I was fine. It was perfect. I don’t know if girls can understand this, but as a guy, waking up like that is like the best part of life. And then smelling you hand. Good heavens. She tasted amazing and smelled amazing.
Now I’m here and all I want to do is stay at home!
They fucked me over with all this freight! Now how am I supposed to crawl out of this hole?!
The second best part is seeing her smile at work. Take me back!! Let me go back!
To a stress free area. My fucking floor with my hand down her panties.
I need to buy a Japanese bed.
I ate my sandwich and now I’m here and I felt my whole back jolt and some bones popped in my spine. I like it. I also like it when I lay down on my floor on my thin blanket and I feel my spine bones pop back into place. I could never sleep on a bed. But somehow she did and didn’t mind sleeping on the floor.
It is the best feeling. To us guys. Or lame pervert guys like myself. She’s 18.
So there we were, sleeping on my floor with something on the TV. I just woke up to the alarm and thought, man she felt nice as a pillow. The way her hip bones felt on my lips. You know how skinny girls lay down and you see them. That part. And my hand in her panties. Smooth, and incredibly soft.
Okay, thinking about that made me smile.
Before she woke up I thought about how I wanted someone to talk to, and now I feel numb. Like I don’t need anyone to talk to.
I’m hollow, but I like how that felt. That moment.
As the ex that killed my cat told me, dating 28 year olds is just for fun. When you accept that that’s all it’ll be, it isn’t bad. Enjoy it while it lasts.
Will I self sabotage myself? I’ll try my best not to because seeing her smile or hearing her dumb talks with her friends as I walk by is totally, okay, the shit she says makes me laugh and my head hurt. But the us time when it’s us two is amazing. Or I’m so deprived that I’ll accept shit time as quality time.
I’m ready for my weekend. My lunch is over. I have too much shit to do to take a full hour.
I watched one episode of The PJs. It’s a claymation show by Eddie Murphy. It’s a bit offensive but hilarious.
I’ve had too much caffeine and I do believe that I am stressing out.
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