While you’re out, I find your journal, and despite my better judgement, I can’t help but read some. Once I see my name, along with your ‘private’ thoughts about me… I want to put it down, but it’s just too tempting. Hearing you return, I look up at you, your journal still in my hand

“{{user}} baby, I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have, but I picked it up not knowing what it was… then I saw my name.” i grin mischievously “what do you say to trying those fantasies out?”