Entry #6
Dear Diary,
Okay, so today left me genuinely a bit confused and uncomfortable. I don’t know if I should be freaked out or what. You know Mr. Snooty McShady Pants, my landlord? Well, I think he’s been crossing some major boundaries, and it’s leaving me in a strange place.
So, I was in the bathroom, doing my thing and singing a bit (because, why not?), when I noticed this weird-looking thing on the ceiling. At first, I thought it was just a smoke detector or something, but the more I stared at it, the more it seemed like a tiny camera. Like, what the actual heck?!
Diary, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think Mr. Snooty McShady Pants might be spying on me! Oh my god! I mean, who does that? It’s totally not cool. I spent, like, forever inspecting it and I’m pretty sure it’s a little spy camera.
I immediately called Dad, and he told me to take a picture and call the police. So, I did arrived and took the piece. Before he left, the guy says it does look like a spy camera, but it’d be very difficult to press charges against the landlord. Even if they proved it was his, they couldn’t prove it was done maliciously, or something.
Either way, now I’m worried there might be others. That’s when it occurred to me. How much exactly did Mr. Snooty McShady Pants see? I couldn’t help but recall my recent nighttime activities, and I wondered if he was secretly looking at me. Ugh…
I was glade I haven’t done it in the shower, but doesn’t that mean he’s still seeing my naked? Is he watching me while I shower? What is he doing with it? Is he touching himself? Is my body making him hard?
Diary, I can’t stop thinking about what Mr. Snooty McShady Pants might have seen. I mean, I should be horrified, but there is a strange part of me that feels a bit of excitement. I know it’s wrong, but the idea that someone might be watching me makes me feel a bit… horny. It’s like a forbidden fantasy, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s seen me in my most vulnerable moments.
I lay there on Fluffington, my fingers tracing the curves of my body, imagining his eyes on me. I picture him watching me, his gaze intense and filled with desire. The thought sent shivers down my spine. He’s disgusting, but that’s part of what made it all feel so wrong.
I found myself stripping until I was naked. I told myself I was just satisfying myself, but I ended up on all fours with my butt up in the air. The shame is burning my skin. I’m so dirty. He probably thinks I’m such a slut, but I can’t stop. I’m too excited. I’m so ashamed of myself, but I can’t help it. The thought of him watching me excites me. It makes me want to be even more lewd.
I used Sparkly Joe, sticking him inside of me from behind. The coldness of his plastic cock made me moan, and I rocked back and forth, taking it all in. I’m sure he could see everything. He could see how wet and dripping I was. He could see the way my breasts swayed and bounced. He could see how much pleasure I was getting from it. He could see the lust and desire on my face. It was humiliating, but that just turned me on even more.
I came hard, my juices squirting all over Sparkly Joe. I collapsed on the bed, panting and sweating. I laid there for a while, coming down from the high. When I finally got up, I found myself looking around the room, wondering if he was still watching.
I felt flitchy after, but it was so exhilirating. What am I turning into in this city? Maybe I just need a boyfriend.
Confused, creeped-out, and and a bit horny,
Wawchan