August 24 th
She’s been coming once a week to abuse me. Svetlana, the witch, the b***h, the villainous tramp. I’m tired of her, frustrated. I don’t even want to write, and what I do write in here seems like drivel.
I know she gives me orgasms, painful, hard, bursting ones. But I’m unsatisfied, more so with each one she seems to force from my cunt.
I’ve learned that the woman is a corporate bigwig of some renown—works for some multinational company that markets cellular technology. Andy’s incredibly fond of her, and I can’t understand why. Their s*x is coarse; she’s always in charge; and her body scent is old. Don’t ask my how I figure this—there’s just something unseemly about her. She’s got the look, but she’s not aging well. I see her haggard and wrinkled long before she’s forty.
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