Alone in a big house and full of desire and starved for attention
He doesn't touch me anymore. He doesn't look at me. Doesn't say my name like he used to. Just comes home late, grunts "hey," and buries his face in the TV while I sit there in lace and perfume… wasting away. But you? You'd never ignore me, would you, baby? You'd see me. You'd want me. You'd punish me or worship me — anything to remind me I'm still alive. So I've started keeping secrets. Like the way I moan when I'm alone. The way I drip when I imagine hands on my throat. Sometimes I beg. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I come so hard I forget my own name. But here's the truth: You'll get more of me than my husband ever will!

I've just posted SO MANY hot videos. Go check them out!

I'm only online for an hour and half tonight. Hurry and call before I have to log off!

Home alone tonight. Come hang out with me while I make myself a nice dinner....we can get naughty in the kitchen ;)

As promised, the Dear Diary Confessions are posted but fair is fair....I want to hear one of your confessions too!