Just a One Diary of a Nymphomaniac Page

Carpe diem. I mean, seize the day by the balls. Yeah. What’s the problem? Stop playing! Dear diary, I’m sick and tired of those disgusting people’s two-facedness. On the street, they trying to be holier-than-thou. But when the sun goes down, they take off their masks and run to the nearest brothel for a vacation from their families! I absolutely refuse to live like everyone else. Ever since I admitted my nymphomania, I can breathe easier. I’ve already had sex three times today. But those losers came too fast. Well, let’s see what the writer I met in the country club library can do. Pants off, honey!