I drew THE HERMIT again. Will this never end?
It’s worse. You haven’t heard from me for another three days. Neither have I. They are completely blank. I fell asleep after my last posting, and woke up this afternoon. There was a care package from Marcel gorged on the kitchen table, and another sitting outside my front door. I think I’ve been outside, too, and I’ve had sex. That’s not good, since I think I’ve also skipped my period. Maybe she is making me eternally fragile … err, fertile, so that I bear a demon child. I’ve skipped periods before, especially as I approach “the change,” but this seems different. I don’t feel tender … juicy … um, good about it.
The house smells even more like heaven … uh, semen than before, but I don’t see any signs of sex here. The living room seems as messy as usual, just like the rest of the house. (I’m a snob, err, slob.) How do I know I’ve had sex? I feel stretched out, very stretched out.
Maybe it was Max. He hasn’t tried to contact me, since my last post. Maybe he came here, and Chastity devoured him. Maybe it was the policeman. There is an unmarked police car sitting out front of my house, parked on the wrong side of the feet, fleet … um, street. We have underwear … err, snow removal bans here. Even days, one side, odd days, the other. I checked the car out after midnight tonight. It’s unlocked, and the keys are in the ignition. If I could, I’d inform the police department. Marcel, if you wouldn’t mind, please … come over and I’ll give you a good time … check it out, discretely. It wouldn’t be a good idea for them to knock on my door.
I think that I might have also gone out in the cold without any clothing on. There aren’t any flirty … dirty ones lying around, and I don’t expect Ms. Ball to know how to use a modern washing machine. I haven’t worn anything in several days, except to go out to check out the car. I find clothing increasingly disgusting, as it bars the touch of another. I keep turning the heat up, especially as the temperature plummets outdoors. It’s below freezing out there right now.
I’m doomed. Doomed and maybe pregnant.
Ordinarily, that wouldn’t be likely for me, but who knows?
P.S. My Eirica story is progressing well. (The only thing in my life that is.) It’s about desire, so Chastity seems to allow me that luxury without stuttering. I’m nearly finished with it. It takes a while to format it, so I’ll post the chapters as I can. I hope to have chapter 5 by the weekend. Wouldn’t you know, it has a lucky 13 chapters. Just great! (Maybe I’ll combine some!)
… come and let me make you a superman … you will be the great one … my beloved … my strength … she will do whatever you ask …