Dear diary. My boyfriend the moron has been for days leaving me horny as fuck 'cause, as it happens, he doesn't like touching me, even when I like cocks so much. I see my room full with toys and stuffed creatures and I cannot stop thinking. What would happen if my elephan grew a cock as big as its trunk? It's clear that, being as horny as I am, I would tear it apart. But what if my little stuffed chicken happens to touch itself and masturbate while I rest? The ideal would be catching it in order for it to get me in any position while it calls me "little chick", "bitch" and whatever he feels like... tee hee hee, how kinky am I. Well, dear diary, I'm going to bed, I'm very tired and as much as my fantasies stay written in this pages, not even in my most perverted dreams will they ever become true.