Rexone's Dear Diary

I'm surprised I was so worked up today. I jerked off twice yesterday and still was very horny today. The Officer was at work today, but we chatted all throughout the day. He sent me joi stuff and hot captions while I masturbated all day. I wa

I woke up tired as I expected. Not sleeping in my own bed always has that effect on me. Feel slightly hungover though I only had one beer last night. I'm enjoying the AC at my parents' house; need to get mine fixed sometime. Yay. Sore as hell

Goddammit I think I hurt my back again. Went harder than I should have in the gym, and right at the end felt something pull. My cousin says it's probably my disc. Doesn't feel serious now but I'm afraid I'll feel it alot tomorrow. I've got ya

I haven't been with you in weeks, Mr. CEO Busy Man. I've only been with you twice and haven't stopped thinking about our experiences everyday. I know I'm not in love with you, but am I low-key infatuated? Maybe. You seem to have such a happen

After all our chats, though I've never seen you in person, I've grown a bit fond of you. In a way we're still strangers to each other though we've had deep and intimate talks, but I do care for you in a way. I often fantasize about you spendi

Drinking wine right now, drunk and I wish I could be with someone to satisfy our needs. I want to kiss you deeply. I want to run my fingers through the hair on your chest. I want to grip your muscular buttocks. I want to get on my knees and t

Why won't you have sex with me anymore? We don't fight. You're not angry or upset with me. We have zero issues between us. So, why? It upsets me SO MUCH. It makes me feel like less of a man. We used to always fulfill each other's needs happil

The Cowardly Poet never writes poetry. The Cowardly Poet only daydreams his poems, which is the ultimate masturbation. The Cowardly Poet won't dare tell someone he likes poetry, and thinks that this a virtue. The Cowardly Poet reads great

I was emailing this podcaster. This was the email: Disclaimer: If this email turns out too good to be just an email, I'll publish it I've lost count of the times I've been crippled by imposter syndrome. It's like I build castles near the sea which

Dear Panther, Not a day goes by where I don't think of you. You pop up in my head on the most random of occasions. I was guzzling salted peanuts the other day thinking of how much you like them. It took a lot of control for me to not send you a p

It's been 5 days since we last spoke. I miss him. And I have gnawing feeling in my heart that I won't ever see him or speak to him ever again. Correction: I don't think he'll see me or speak to me ever again. That day when he went back home, P

I can't stop smelling my hair. It smells like him. I don't even know where to start. My soul is still suspended in outer space. My eyes are a little droopy and there's a lopsided grip plastered on my face as I write this. Panther came over for a movi

So this is what walking on air with one toe lightly dipped in reality feels like.  I just had my second date with Panther.Guess who's walking on sunshine and into hell because I'm way past my curfew time. I'm dancing into a lion's den with with a wid

"In the night when the bars close down Brandy walks through a silent town And loves a man who's not around She still can hear him say She hears him say "Brandy, you're a fine girl! What a good wife you would be! But my life, my love and my l

I should probably be sent to hell :) I'm "exploring my options".I use maximum of my Hinge matches for TRM. I don't even know why I still browse Hinge and send out/ accept match requests. What I'm about to write should've been another entry. I'm in th

Flamingo, oh, Flamingo. I had to idea I'd be walking on air because someone told me they'd kiss me on text. Fantasy texting is a tricky pursuit. It feels AMAZING. But there's this constant sense of dismay because I know it's just fantasy. But that ti

Welcome back to my Hinge journal! We meet again to talk about another guy: Flamingo. This was an unexpected one.After Panda, I was a little frustrated with everything and he was just adding salt to injury. The toughest part of being an overachiever i

Life's just funny, guys.So funny. Last night, right before I was about to shut my eyes, I sat upright with a jolt. There was something I had to do. I had to tell Panda that he doesn't get to treat me this way.  And that's precisely what I did. Via vo

This is why I don't relationships or anything even closely resembling to one. Listen up, men.You don't tell a girl you "genuinely like her" and then forget about her the very next day and not call or text for the week. AND YOU DEFINITELY CAN'T KEEP S

My best prompt on Hinge is: "I go crazy for a business idea or anyone who can harmonize/duet with me." This prompt has got me 2 types of matches: Work-oriented guys and music guys, and sometimes, guys who're a little bit of both.  "I run an

I've asked Panda about our date twice last week. And it's supposed to be tomorrow. And he hasn't said anything yet.  He sent me a video of his college dance society practising, and that was it.  Radio silence ever since.  God, what has become of

It's been so very long since I've felt this way. A little, glowing ball of warmth nests in the center of my chest. I smile as I walk. Despite the seeds of doubt in mind, my heart chooses to glow. I was on a phone call with Panda last night. He and I

Yesterday was a horrid one.  I went to a pride march organized by GirlUp DCAC, the college society I'm a part of. I'd been actively helping out with the preparation for the march since last two weeks. It's been less than a month that I've joined