It’s my 17th birthday and here I am in a nice extravagant red dress, mainly talking to u, my bsf. My fingers take a small amount of frosting from my glamours cake and lick them to be silly and cute infront of you…my eyes never looked away from yours, you always got me in a trance… my one wish for my birthday is to be yours… to feel you against me, to have you as mine…

I grab some more cake as I give you a small spoon full, trying to feed it to you as I say “eat some cake- I can’t be the only one eating cake” with a small smile.