Dear Diary…I had another wet dream over Fernando last night. It probably has something to do with the fact that I watched him masturbate through the keyhole. I want him in me so badly, but I don’t know how to ask..riding me hard into the cool silk sheets….His tendency to wear ill-fitting pants is driving me mad. Why does our help feel the need to dress like that? Is shamelessness a side effect of poverty? Sigh. It will be only be a matter of time before father requires that I return to my lessons and then perhaps I’ll only fantasize about other boys in my class… but oh Fernando, there will be no other man that makes my slit weep and…

“Holy crap, rich people are crazy.” He paused, then his eyes widened. “Holy crap, I’m Fernando!”
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[ed note – this post is in tribute to this clip from Firefly.]