Dear Diary.

It’s Taboo Tuesday, and sitting here makes me remember the way I used to look across the room at him. The professor would write on the board

It’s Taboo Tuesday, and sitting here makes me remember the way I used to look across the room at him. The professor would write on the board, and I’d pretend to take notes... but really, I was tugging at the hem of my skirt, feeling the lace edge of my corset bite into my ribs, knowing exactly how much I was showing. My boots tapped against the floor just loud enough to make him glance back at me.

I loved that silent game. The thrill of being the bad girl in the back row, daring him to see me the way I wanted to be seen. Sometimes I swore he held my gaze just a little too long, like he knew I wasn’t thinking about homework. And Diary, that’s the truth of Taboo Tuesday… the best fantasies are the ones you’re not supposed to have, the ones that still make me ache even now.

With The Invitation tier you get to see what I mean...