Sunday Daily Entry & Dream Journal

Sunday Diary

When I woke this morning Ian was already gone. We used to go to church on Sundays together, and today was the first time that didn't happen. I'm afraid I'm losing him, but I don't know to what, God perhaps? The garage door woke me so I started to get ready however when I peeked into Simone's window she was coming out of the shower in a towel. I felt my body respond again to her beauty and sexual power, I couldn't turn away. She examined her perfect body in the mirror almost as if she knew I was watching, she then slowly got dressed a purple bra and thong that made her sexy skin glow, I had to rush into the bathroom to stop myself from watching. I felt that almost constant feeling between my legs whenever I'm around or see Simone. I tried to pray there in the bathroom but instead began picturing a naked Simone coming out of my shower and me on my knees to kiss her thick thighs and pleasure her. I had to run out and close the curtains before I became too distracted and missed the sermon.

I took two of the pill Dr. Winter's prescribed me and got in my car and drove the church, I saw I got another text from Simone and just turned my phone off I wanted to be extra focused today. I prayed while I drove the church asking God for a sign, something to help me understand these feelings.

Barely anyone spoke to me, I arrived late and had to sit in the back. I tried to keep my upbeat demeanor, but it was hard in the face of all those good pious people. I asked Ian if we could get lunch after his second sermon, but he said he had to prepare for bible study tonight and to not worry about him for dinner. I felt deflated. I tried to stick around but it was just too hard and I drove home before the second sermon even started. I turned on my phone and found numerous pics and even a video of Simone laughing that she was having way more fun being a naughty heathen than I was by going to church, then she ended asking Jesus to forgive her and almost laughed herself out of her chair.

I didn't know what to do. The pictures made me have to pull over I was so aroused. I was panting thinking about what Dr. Winter's said about masturbation, but I just couldn't, not on a Sunday of all days! Eventually I called my mom, and we talked about nothing for an hour while I heard my phone notify me of more pictures and videos, I eventually had to park my car on the street and sneak back into my house so that Simone didn't know I was home. I looked at my back window and saw her still posing and doing videos as my phone continued to blow up. I went to bed early that night and prayed some more, feeling like they were falling on deaf ears.

Sunday Night, Dream Journal

I dreamt I felt dirty, unable to get my hands clean by washing them, I had to get into the shower and clean my whole body of the filth, the dirt, the sin... I tried to scrub to wash it all away, the problem was I felt I needed to clean between my legs and that felt amazing. I would try to wash away the sin only to find my vagina dripping wet and warm. My fingers pushing in and out of it as I cup my breast and hump my fingers. I let out a moan that fills the steamy bathroom. I pull the shower head down and turn on the massaging setting, and hold it close to me, humping it like the slut I have become. An orgasm hits me, strong and harder than anything Ian was ever able to give me. I scream "SIMMMMONNNNEEEEEE" as I collapse in pleasure on the floor of the shower the spray from the shower head still hitting my clitoris as I try to come down from the powerful climax. Then I hear the bathroom door open and see an hourglass figure through the fog, Simone opens the glass door and looks down on me, her heavy glorious naked breasts near inches from my face, "Did you call for me honey" She says with a smile as she closes the door to join me on the floor, her lips so close to mine as she kneels down to kiss me...

My alarm wakes me up, Ian's bedside doesn't even looked disturbed, like he didn't come to bed last night. However mine is soaking wet and my fingers are between my legs. My body is covered in sweat like I was having sex all night long. I feel embarrassed like the room reeks of my lust, my infidelity, my attraction to my neighbor. Then I notice the window cracked open and I hope I didn't actually scream Simone's name...

I take two more pills hoping to get some relief from this madness.