So in an attempt to keep my desires at bay, I have begun this journal in hopes that reading over our previous encounters will be enough until he needs me once more.
As I sit here at my desk, I can't help but be embarrassed at starting such a thing and yet...my body is already on fire with the memories of the first time.
I think that my endeavor will be fruitful in time. I just hope that this journal isn't discovered by anyone. Absolute secrecy is a must have. For if this journal were discovered by the Sisters...I will be more than severely punished.
I do not believe that I am a bad person, but I know that the Sisters will see me as such if this journal were discovered. Knowing all of this, I am still willing to risk it. I crave him to much and it has been more than a week since our last time...
I could almost hate him for that...but he was well worth the wait. He has the ardent gift of being a master seducer and the brilliant mind of a sexual god; combine the both of them and it was almost impossible to stay mad at him...or even to think long enough to be angry. I find myself forgiving him at our every meeting. He was just such a beautiful man.
He has one of the most beautifully masculine faces I have ever seen. A gorgeous mixture of fallen angel beauty and minimalistic charm. His waist length black hair only added to the effect. He was also blessed with a generously endowed body. He was over six and a half feet of lean muscle and bronzed skin. But it was his eyes that made him truly beautiful. They were a mis-matched...in color and in personality.