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Diary of YourLittleSin

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YourLittleSin Nov 08, 2025 09:06 am YourLittleSin writes a new entry in the diary

Saturday

quote Dear diary, Saturday. Finally. I woke up today feeling like one only wakes up when the week has completely twisted them through the emotional meat grinder: a bit crumpled, but somehow also proud to have made it this far. I didn't have any wild plans for today - I just wanted to have breakfast, put on some music, tidy up the apartment a bit, and maybe sort out my thoughts too. Spoiler: I'm still sitting on the couch in my underwear, my toast is half nibbled, and I've spent more time blinking into the sunbeam that falls across my leg than actually doing anything. But honestly? This is probably exactly what I needed today. No plans, no people, no expectations. Just me, my chaos, a bit of quiet soul music in the background, and this one moment where you feel so alive that even the hair on your thigh suddenly looks like poetry. I think I seduced myself a little bit today, without intending to. Just because I had time to feel myself again. Between the tea cup and the windowsill, somewhere between the laundry mountain and the playlist. Maybe I'll go out later. Maybe I'll just stay lying here. Who knows. But what I know: This weekend belongs to me. And I'll make it really nice for myself. With quiet music, good food - and maybe a bit of extra skin cream on places that are usually forgotten. Because: I deserve it. Period.

 

YourLittleSin Nov 06, 2025 07:57 am YourLittleSin writes a new entry in the diary

♥️

quote Dear diary, it's Thursday, and I needed exactly three alarms this morning to realize I wasn't dreaming anymore. And what a dream it was… One of those kinds where you wake up, your pillow is slightly sweaty, and you wonder if you might have flirted with yourself. I then swung into my bathrobe – or rather, I threw a blanket around my half-naked body and pretended it was an outfit – and sat down in front of my laptop as if I was ready. Spoiler: I wasn't. But I had my fancy tea, my cat on my lap (aka living hot water bottle with attitude), and my to-do list, which laughed at me discreetly. I managed to look highly concentrated during the team call – although, in reality, I was playing with the thought of scheduling a lunch nap in my calendar. Titled 'Deep Dive Strategy Meeting'. Sounds important, doesn't it?

 

YourLittleSin Nov 04, 2025 08:49 am YourLittleSin writes a new entry in the diary

November

quote Dear diary, it's November and somehow everything feels a bit heavier, a bit colder – but in that sensual way, you know? Like the air is suddenly caressing you more gently. I opened the window this morning and that first breath – cold, clear, a bit like wood fire – crawled right under my skin. My shirt was still loose, my hair a bit tousled, and I had this moment where I looked at myself in the mirror and thought: damn girl, there's something in the air. Maybe it was the light, maybe my gaze – or maybe this November energy that makes me a little more animalistic every year. Everything becomes slower, more conscious, hungrier. I drank my coffee in my slip, barefoot on the cold tiles, and the steam on my skin felt almost indecently good. I think my body knows that winter is coming, and wants to experience everything it can beforehand – warmth, skin, pleasure. And yes, maybe I lingered a bit longer than necessary on the inside of my thigh, maybe I ran my t****e over my lips a bit too often, and maybe it was all just for me – but honestly? That was enough. I love this secret luxury of finding myself hot, without anyone else around. Maybe that's my November thing – outside everyone is freezing, and I'm in here, glowing. Seen that way, dear diary, I'm officially ready for this month. Ready to snuggle up in thick sweaters, spoon hot chocolate and think things that not even my reflection should know. ♥️

 

YourLittleSin Oct 16, 2025 10:30 am YourLittleSin writes a new entry in the diary

There I am again

There I am again

quote Yes, I know. I was gone. For a long time. But don't worry – I didn't go into hiding, I was just… very busy being my own main character. 😌
What happened?
Nothing dramatic. No heartbreak, no road trip, no mysterious stranger.
Just me. And my life.
A bit too much of it sometimes.

There were days when I was tired of getting up.
And then there were days when I suddenly danced naked in the morning, just because my body felt so damn good.
I forgot to post because I was too busy giving myself goosebumps.
And honestly? It did me good.

My mirror asked me this week where I was.
I grinned and replied: „In my bathtub. With candles. And that one playlist that always gives me chills.“
(Note: Song 4 on the playlist is dangerous. Don’t ask. 😏)

And now? I'm back.
With coffee in hand, shine on my lips and a slightly cheeky grin, because I know that you can see that I've put myself back together a bit.
Slowly. Tenderly.
And with plenty of imagination.

Don't worry, dear diary. I didn't disappear.
I was just taking a short walk…
in my favorite fantasy.
Barefoot.
And damn happy. 💋

 

YourLittleSin more than 3 month ago YourLittleSin writes a new entry in the diary

Coffee, screen and this one fantasy

quote I overslept. Of course.
Then I pretended that home office was a real workplace – hair tied up, hoodie over my pajamas, camera off. Classic.
But my body? It refused to cooperate.
Sitting there, slightly sweaty from getting up quickly, with goosebumps on my thighs and this “Come back to bed” energy.

I'm trying to work, really.
But then this one Teams message pings – and I'm not thinking about work.
I'm thinking about hands. Warmth. Skin on skin.
For a brief moment, my thigh slides over the edge of the chair, I feel the friction and… well, let's put it this way:
That moment was short. Intense. And reminded me very much that I am receptive to more than just emails. 😏

Now I'm sitting here. Coffee empty. Focus on vacation. And my body is like: Do you really want to keep typing? Or do we want to move the conversation to the shower?

I think I'll go take a shower.
Not because I have to. But because I've earned it.
With foam, quiet music, and hands that know exactly where they are allowed to be.
I call it: “active lunch break”.

See you soon, dear diary. I'm working hard. On myself. 💋

 

YourLittleSin more than 3 month ago YourLittleSin writes a new entry in the diary

I am alone. Nothing planned. Just me.

quote It was warm today. Not just outside. Also… inside me.
I undressed after work – not sexy, but very practical. Shirt soaked with sweat, bra was pressing.
And then I stand there. In front of the mirror.
Naked, disheveled, but… wow. Something is tingling there. That kind of heat that slowly rises from the stomach and feels like a secret circuit under the skin.

I take the body lotion. The one that smells like vanilla and was too expensive for a day like this.
And then I start to cream. Harmlessly, casually.
But my f****rs linger on my hips. Leaving traces on the ribcage. Lightly stroking over the chest. And I suddenly feel… everything.

The room is silent. Except for my breath.
My legs are soft. My pelvis presses lightly against the dresser because I need support – and because the pressure… is good.
My hand wanders. Not quickly. Not purposefully. But enjoyably. As if I knew exactly what I want – and even more, what I'm simply allowing myself today.

I lean back. Close my eyes. Let my f****rs do their thing.
Slowly. Circles. Warmth. Trembling.
And then... I lose myself. For a moment. Or maybe two.
And find myself again – very soft, very real, very me.

See you soon, dear diary. I don’t need anyone today. Just me. And this one body lotion. 💋

 

YourLittleSin more than 3 month ago YourLittleSin writes a new entry in the diary

I'm sitting here, officially at work, but my brain...

quote I actually just wanted to quickly check something – a term, a tool, some kind of professionally valuable stuff.
I somehow ended up in a rabbit hole. Pinterest. Insta. strong hands. Tattoos. A voice that whispers "good girl".
And suddenly I was sitting there, with goosebumps and the question of whether I should shower early tonight.
Longer. Hotter. With music. Without thinking about work. Or… well. Only about a certain kind of "work". 😏

I tried to ignore it, closed the tab and focused on my task again – 90% on the screen, 10% on my imagination, what if someone grabbed me from behind at the waist right now, breathed deeply into my ear and...
okay, no. Stop. Focus. Concentration. Seriousness.
…or not.

A mail came in in between with the subject line "Re: Request for follow-up". I read it as "Re: I want to press you against the wall backwards".
I got up briefly, got some water. Cold. Very cold.

So here I am, working on, professionally as ever – with a straight back, pursed lips and a certain pressure…
in my head. Of course in my head, what else would you think?

See you soon, dear diary. I need to finish work. And strong nerves. Or both at the same time. 💋

 

YourLittleSin more than 3 month ago YourLittleSin writes a new entry in the diary

I wanted to experience some culture tonight.

quote The plan was: "A little art, a little serotonin, let's do something for the mind."
So, after work, both of us in "I was productive, now I'm interesting" mode, straight to the new exhibition in this small off-space gallery, where everyone looks like they're weeping poetry in French at night.

Even as we walked in, we managed to discuss an "Please do not touch" object, debating whether it was broken or a concept. Spoiler: concept. We were being watched. Of course.

Then we're standing in front of a picture that looks like someone accidentally drew with their left hand in Photoshop. Karo says:
"Looks like my brain after three hours of Excel."
Me:
"Or like me when I try to explain my feelings."

Behind us, a guy murmurs "fascinating how emptiness articulates itself as resistance here."
We nod. Drink water with lime. And secretly google what "resigned room sound" means. I love us.

But honestly? It was nice. Not because we understood it a hundred percent, but because it felt good to just be somewhere where nothing is expected of you except that you look.
And because you can laugh heartily in the most convoluted gallery with the right friend – without it being disrespectful.

Now I'm back home, on the sofa, socks off, culture rush in my bones, and thinking:
Maybe that's just my style – a little art, a little chaos, a lot of heart.

See you soon, dear diary. I was intellectually AND charmingly confused today. Enough. 💋

 

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