Diary of A**lAgnes
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Jan 18, 2026 10:05 pm
A**lAgnes writes a new entry in the diary
January 20, 2025, Monday evening
Today was another one of those Mondays that was supposed to drive me crazy - endless emails, a meeting marathon that dragged on like chewing gum, and in between, this constant feeling that I actually wanted to be somewhere else. But instead, I sat there in front of the screen, and my head was... elsewhere.
I caught myself during lunch, crossing my legs and suddenly thinking of you very intensely. Not about cuddling or holding hands - no, about what I really want to do with you as soon as we're alone.
Imagine I come home in the evening, the apartment is quiet, the kids are asleep. I close the door behind me, kick off my shoes, and head straight to the bedroom. You're already waiting, naked, hard, lying on the bed, your eyes dark with desire. I let my bag fall, pull my dress over my head, stand in front of you in underwear, and see your c**k twitch as you look at me.
I crawl slowly over you, sit astride your chest, lean down, and kiss you deeply, greedily, with t****e, until we're both breathless. Then I slide up, push my panties aside, and sit directly on your face. 'Lick me... just like that... deep...'
Your t****e dives in immediately - first gentle, circling around my c**t, then firmer, sucking, probing. I ride your face, press down, until you can barely breathe, while I moan and knead my tits. You lick me, f****r me at the same time, find my G-spot, rub it hard - I come quickly, s****t into your mouth, my j***e runs over your chin, your neck, the pillow. I tremble, scream your name softly, but you don't stop, keep licking, sucking everything up until I'm almost faint from overstimulation.
Then I slide down, take your hard c**k in my hand, m*****bate it slowly while I kiss you and taste my own j***e on your lips. I sit on you, let you slide slowly into my wet p***y - centimeter by centimeter, until you're deep inside me. I ride you first slowly, circling, then faster, harder, my hips slapping against yours, my tits bouncing in front of your face. You grab my ass, knead it, pull me down deeper while I moan 'yeah... f**k me... fill me... give me everything...'
I come again hard, s****t around your c**k, milk you b****lly until you can't hold it anymore and come deep inside me - hot, thick, pumping me full, your j***e overflowing, running out of me, dripping over your balls, the bed. We both tremble, gasp, hold on to each other while your j***e slowly leaks out of me.
After that, we lie there - sweaty, wet, happy. I snuggle up to your chest, your arms around me, your f****rs stroking my back while your j***e still drips out of me and we both smile.
That was Monday in my head.
In reality, it was just meetings and coffee stains.
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Jan 12, 2026 10:58 am
A**lAgnes writes a new entry in the diary
New week, new luck.
Good morning everyone ☕🌞
Today again the classic: main job is running at full speed, and in parallel, two meetings have been squeezed in that are supposed to be "just a quick one"... we all know that 😂
I'm really curious now who I'll run into today: the guy who only shows his screensaver for 30 minutes? The colleague who strokes her dog in the background and forgets the most important points? Or maybe, for once, someone who is on time and has even read the agenda? 😏
Let's see what surprise Monday has in store for me...
What was the funniest/chaotic meeting situation for you?
Jan 10, 2026 06:30 pm
A**lAgnes writes a new entry in the diary
January 10, 2026
Today, everyday life hit me again in a way I didn't expect so soon.
In the current project, a really nasty setback happened today. Nothing apocalyptic, but the kind of thing that completely throws you off track: suddenly everything is open again, the timeline is ruined, and it feels like you've been working for nothing for the past few weeks. Exactly what you don't need when you're still struggling with the aftermath of a stomach flu.
For the past few days, I've been feeling physically exhausted and emotionally fragile, and then this hit on top of it. I felt really down in the dumps today. Not just physically, but also that inner voice that says: "Maybe you won't make it after all." I know that voice all too well, unfortunately.
But I also know it well enough to know it's lying.
I won't give up. Not now. Not after everything I've been through. The setback is crap, yes. But it's just a moment. Not the end. I told myself tonight: "Okay, that was tough. Now take a deep breath. And tomorrow, take another small step forward."
So, tomorrow I'll reorganize, talk to people, and plan again. It will all work out again. It always does when you stick with it.
And until then, I'll give myself a well-deserved rest tonight. No more worrying, no pressure to solve everything immediately. Just tea, a series, and bed. And maybe a little bit of pride that I didn't give up despite everything.
Tomorrow is a new day.
Agnes
Jan 08, 2026 08:26 pm
A**lAgnes writes a new entry in the diary
January 8, 2026
Today, everyday life caught up with me for the first time again and showed me that I'm not quite ready to take it on with full force.
The past few days, I've been mostly in bed, resting, drinking tea, watching series, sleeping a lot. It felt like a small bubble where I could just be weak, slow, and without pressure. The world outside was far away.
This morning, I dared to: get up, shower, take the kids to school, answer a few emails, and even go for a short walk. It felt good to be "normal" again, to accomplish something. But in the afternoon, I crashed - this leaden fatigue, the pulling in my body, the feeling that every movement is too much. I lay down again, slept for an hour, and when I woke up, there was this quiet realization: I need more time. A bit more rest, more slowness, more pampering.
It's okay. I can do that. Everyday life is catching up with me, but I don't have to welcome it with open arms right away. I can still stay in my bubble a bit, take care of myself, and recover. The world isn't going anywhere. The tasks are waiting. And I'm getting stronger day by day.
Thanks to my body for showing me where my limits are right now. And thanks to everyone who understands me and gives me time.
Tomorrow, I'll try again - a bit more, but without overexerting myself.
Agnes
Jan 06, 2026 12:32 pm
A**lAgnes writes a new entry in the diary
6.1.2026
Sometimes life pulls the brakes on its own, today absolute calm is prescribed for me. Phone away and rather hold the tea in my hand and give my body the break it really needs, I use the time to prepare.. Normally I would have had a nice glass of wine tonight, but I think I'll skip it for now.
Best regards Agnes.
Jan 04, 2026 08:33 pm
A**lAgnes writes a new entry in the diary
January 4, 2026
The first days of the new year… and I'm lying here in bed, finally home again, and trying to process everything.
New Year's Eve was still beautiful at Mom's, with the family, laughter, champagne, fireworks. I was happy to let the year end on such a positive note. But then, shortly after, I got hit: a mild gastrointestinal infection, I thought at first. Nausea, pain, nothing stayed down. I underestimated it, recovered at home, drank a lot of tea, hoped it would pass.
But it got worse. Fever, total weakness, I could barely get up. The kids were with their dad, thank God, but I felt so alone. At some point, Mom insisted that I go to the hospital
and she was right. A few days ago, I was admitted: infusions, examinations, rest. It wasn't life-threatening, but my body had struck, needed help.
This evening, I discharged myself
against the doctors' advice, but I just wanted to go home. To my own apartment, to my bed, to my daily routine. I feel weak, but better. The medication is working, I'm eating again carefully, drinking a lot.
Still: These days have shown me how quickly everything can turn. How important it is to listen to yourself, to your body, to the people around you. I'm grateful for Mom, for the doctors, for the kids who sent me videos to cheer me up.
2026 started hard
but I won't let it get me down. I'll get healthy, I'll get stronger, I'll make this year mine. With small steps, with a lot of rest, with love for myself.
And with hope for all the beautiful things that are yet to come.
Get well soon to myself.
Agnes
Jan 01, 2026 07:32 pm
A**lAgnes writes a new entry in the diary
1 January 2026
Yesterday was New Year's Eve and today is New Year's Day. I didn't manage to write here yesterday because the evening was simply too beautiful, too full, too loud.
I poured myself a glass of champagne, lit the candles, and stood by the window. The fireworks outside were loud and colorful, but inside me it was even louder, full of thoughts about the past year, full of gratitude for everything that was good, and full of hope for what's to come.
2025 wasn't an easy year. There were highs and lows, moments when I thought I couldn't do it alone, and others when I realized how strong I actually am. The kids grew up, made me laugh, challenged me, and made me proud. Work demanded a lot from me, but also fulfilled me. And then... these new people, these conversations, these feelings that suddenly came back. This tingling. This longing. This hope for more.
This morning I woke up, the sun shone into the room, everything felt fresh. I made myself a coffee, called the kids for breakfast, and they were in a good mood. They cheerfully shouted 'Happy New Year!' and told me about their fireworks. I smiled because I know: The new year can only get better. Because I'm ready. Because I believe again that life is beautiful and will become even more beautiful.
2026, I'm ready for you. For love, for laughter, for passion, for all the small and big moments. For new paths, new people, new dreams.
Welcome, new year. Treat us well.
Agnes
Dec 29, 2025 08:06 pm
A**lAgnes writes a new entry in the diary
December 29
Finally home. The door slams shut behind me, and the first thing I do is take off my shoes, kicking them into the corner and feeling the cold, liberating floor beneath my feet. The day at the office was another one of those that exhausts you: piles of files, endless phone calls, a client who took forever to tell his story, and in between, these little crises that throw everything off balance. I felt like a hamster running on a wheel, running, running, running, and at the end, you're still exhausted.
Now I stand in the kitchen, my bag still over my shoulder, and stare into the fridge.
I imagine I could just collapse on the sofa, but my stomach growls. So I put on comfortable jogging pants and an old shirt, tie my hair back, and start: Spaghetti Bolognese. Brow the minced meat, add onions and garlic, tomatoes, spices... the aroma slowly fills the kitchen and makes everything a bit better.
While the sauce simmers, I lean against the counter, take a sip of red wine, and think: Sometimes I wish someone would take care of this for me. That I come home and the table is already set, the scent of food in the air, and someone says 'sit down, I made it.' Just to arrive and be taken care of. Not always have to be the strong one.
But hey, the sauce will be delicious and the spaghetti al dente, and I managed to do it again... For me, another small victory at the end of a stressful day...
