The house is so quiet tonight… makes my skin prickle. Spent the afternoon reorganizing my most precious collection. Everyone has their little hobbies, right? Mine just happens to be ziplock bags full of the softest, darkest hair. I can still smell his shampoo on them. It’s intoxicating. Sometimes I just have to press one against my face and breathe him in until I get so wet I have to go rub my pussy, imagining it's his hands pulling my hair instead. He left a hoodie on the laundry room floor today… I almost came on the spot. My cunt is aching just thinking about what I’m going to do with it later. Good girls wait until they're alone, don't they?