Dirty Talk/Three Brats/June 21st, 2021/Emilia asks men about sex and stars
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Yes, Emilia, you can go have fun. I'll give you a longer leash today as I do appreciate you being honest with me about you and your friends yesterday.
It's also nice to have the reassurance of a first-hand account from Danny; hiking and ice cream, just as she said.
I wanted to, but both Heidi and Milka are busy until tonight. But since I haven't been able to do anything for a while, I figured I'd go by myself.
That's a great idea, sweetie. It's good to get out by yourself for a change. Are you going to walk to the beach in your swimsuit?
No, I'll put something on over top just in case. I don't want to bring a bag with me and change a whole bunch of times, especially so close to home, but I was thinking of also visiting the souvenir shop so I should bring some clothes.
Well that sounds like a lovely afternoon. You enjoy yourself dear! Be home by five at the latest so you can settle in before dinner!
The sun is bright, and the water is cool… so why do I still feel off? Maybe it's because I'm all alone outside of the house for once. Maybe it's because the beach is so busy today…? It's weird feeling alone and surrounded by people.
I'm not sure what I expected, or for that matter what I even WANTED in coming here. I just can't seem to enjoy myself. My thoughts keep wandering to… all of the other things.
Speak of the devil. There's Danny out for a stroll. Gosh, just seeing him makes me nervous! I think he was speaking with Pippi the lifeguard. He would. She has such a nice figure. And boobs. Maybe bigger than I'd like to have, but I still envy her. But Danny… I bet he makes a hundred passes a day down the beach when there are so many half-naked girls to look at. What a perv.
I'm not sure what I expected, or for that matter what I even WANTED in coming here. I just can't seem to enjoy myself. My thoughts keep wandering to… all of the other things.
Speak of the devil. There's Danny out for a stroll. Gosh, just seeing him makes me nervous! I think he was speaking with Pippi the lifeguard. He would. She has such a nice figure. And boobs. Maybe bigger than I'd like to have, but I still envy her. But Danny… I bet he makes a hundred passes a day down the beach when there are so many half-naked girls to look at. What a perv.
How very nice indeed. Hey, if you need anything rubbed on your back, don't you worry… I think Pippi is looking mighty bored! That would give her something to do!
Hmph. He's just going to walk away now? I thought he'd give me a harder time. I'm not disappointed, but… I bet he talked to Pippi for way longer. Fine, maybe I do feel lonely if I want HIS company.
I wonder where Henry is? I thought he was training with Danny. Maybe it's his day off. For that matter, where's my brother? Didn't he say he was going to hang out at the beach again today? I assumed I'd see him here.
Ugh. I… I don't want to be at the beach anymore. I don't want to be around people. Where's the changing room? I'll get out of this wet swimsuit, put my leggings and top on, and go into town to look at those stupid books.
. . . .
Why do I even care what ANY boy is doing? I was going to the beach today for ME, not for any of THEM! But… my brain has been all twitchy for days now. I keep daydreaming about symbols and… cocks, and fingers, and tongues, and other things, flashing in and out of my head. And my dumb pussy has been just as twitchy and restless, ever since… that one afternoon. It's always THEIR cocks, too! And… well I suppose those three are the only ones I've ever seen. And they're the only ones that have ever… been inside me.
I wonder where Henry is? I thought he was training with Danny. Maybe it's his day off. For that matter, where's my brother? Didn't he say he was going to hang out at the beach again today? I assumed I'd see him here.
Ugh. I… I don't want to be at the beach anymore. I don't want to be around people. Where's the changing room? I'll get out of this wet swimsuit, put my leggings and top on, and go into town to look at those stupid books.
. . . .
Why do I even care what ANY boy is doing? I was going to the beach today for ME, not for any of THEM! But… my brain has been all twitchy for days now. I keep daydreaming about symbols and… cocks, and fingers, and tongues, and other things, flashing in and out of my head. And my dumb pussy has been just as twitchy and restless, ever since… that one afternoon. It's always THEIR cocks, too! And… well I suppose those three are the only ones I've ever seen. And they're the only ones that have ever… been inside me.
Maybe… maybe I DO care about what those particular men in my life are doing. Is that so bad? Do I HAVE to wear a symbol for them to notice me? And so what if I want to? Is that what I'm struggling with? I don't know…
What I really want is to know what THEY are thinking! What do THEY want?! I… why can't I just ask them? I've spent days worrying and wondering and obsessing about this game, but maybe approaching them, asking my questions, and spending some time with them is what I actually need to settle my brain. If I ask boys about this stuff I will get some perspective, right? Ugg, now I sound like mom…
But what would I even ask them? And who…?!
What I really want is to know what THEY are thinking! What do THEY want?! I… why can't I just ask them? I've spent days worrying and wondering and obsessing about this game, but maybe approaching them, asking my questions, and spending some time with them is what I actually need to settle my brain. If I ask boys about this stuff I will get some perspective, right? Ugg, now I sound like mom…
But what would I even ask them? And who…?!
Who does Emilia seek out to settle her thoughts: