Diary: Lunch Lust
Britney’s Diary - February 18th, 2026
Worked from home, sprawled in my silk robe, tits free and heavy against the fabric, nipples hardening with every buzz from my phone. Chris bombarded me all morning, texts piling up about ‘our’ lunch date, emojis screaming his puppy-dog eagerness. Dodged them like bullets, smirking at the screen. Thank fuck for Janice; she’s my getaway car in this mess. Part of me throbs at the thought of peeking in, watching that clingy boy squirm under her spell.
