Amelia
I'm ready early this morning because I woke up at one point in the wee hours, with between my thighs slick and wet. Since then, thoughts of Martin plague my mind, unwilling me to fall back asleep, so I've mastub*ted twice. I have an unhealthy amount of lust for him and I need to learn how to control it.
To keep my mind occupied with something else, I decided to make breakfast for a change. My father has provided for me my entire life, so this is just a little show of appreciation. I don't really like to cook, but when I do, it always turns out well.
A large breakfast, just like the one Claire prepared the other day, sits on the table, waiting to be devoured. There are scrambled eggs, pancakes, oatmeal, toast and a pot of freshly brewed coffee.
After seeing how they were with eac
