Chapter 3: CH.3 - Dear Diary

I take the last couple of bites of my scrambled eggs I had made myself for breakfast, and throw away my paper plate and drop my fork into the sink. I grab my glass of tea and drink the rest of it. "Oh c**p!" I exclaim. "I forgot to take my insulin." I mumble as I grab my insulin pump from my pocket and start counting up my carbs. I put the carb count into my pump and it pumps my insulin. I look at the time on my pump screen. "Hmmm? That cat be the right time.... Oh, right I forgot I need to set it forward." I say under my breath. I grab my cell phone from the living room and open the home screen. I pull my insulin pump back out of my pocket and press the key to unlock the screen. Suddenly my cell phone starts ringing loudly scaring the living daylights out of me, nearly making me cling to the ceiling. I calm my heart and look at the screen. It's Mike on a video call. I quickly run my fingers through my hair to make sure it looks somewhat decent and accept his video request. "Hey babe!" I say. "Heeey." Mike says as sexily as he possibly can. "Good morning. Did you sleep good last night?" I ask. "I always sleep well when I dream about you." He slyly says as he raises one eyebrow. "Awww. You dreamt about me last night?" I ask as I slightly blush. "Yup.... I still have the proof too. You want to see?" He says with a smirk. I reply "Maaaybeeee...." as a smile appears on my face and I blush a little harder. He pans his cellphone camera down revealing his large throbbing c**k. "Ooooo!" I sexily exclaim. "Screw scrambled eggs I want that sausage for breakfast!" I say in a desperate, longing tone. "Mmmmm.... How bad do you want it?" He asks very obviously aroused. I sensually whine "I want it so bad..." as I sexually lick the tip of my finger. "Please give it to me!" I moan as I grasp my breast firmly. He begins to stroke his hardened member. "You want this?" He asks in a tempting voice. "Yes! Please give it to me... I want it so bad." I moan. "How about you show me how badly you want it." He says as he continues to stroke his c**k. "Give me just a sec. I'll be right back." I say. as I walk into my bedroom. "Okay." He replies. I set my cellphone on my mattress on the floor. I quickly walk into the living room and start franticly looking through my boxes. "Where is it?" I mumble to myself as I open another box. "Well here's my cellphone tripod... I could have sworn I put my dildo in the same box as this. "I quietly think out loud. I franticly search through a few more boxes before I give up looking. I glance down into a box on my way back to my room and see a perfume bottle. "Hmmm... that perfume bottle is somewhat shaped like a p***s... it's a little bit big around though." I think. "Eh... I guess I can give it a try. "I shrug. "I'm back." I say as I walk into my room and attach my cellphone to my tripod. "Heyyy sexy. I take it you still haven't finished unpacking?" He says. "No I haven't. I've only been here sense yesterday." I laugh. "Soooo... does your problem still need fixing?" I say flirtatiously as I wink. "You know it!" He says as he smirks then switches his camera around showing his still erect p***s in his other hand. "Mmmmmm... You know I cant resist your big sexy d**k." I moan. I pull off my pajama pants and shirt. I adjust the camera in between my legs and start to play with myself through my panties, softly moaning. "Mmmm... You know I love it when you play with yourself through your panties. You must really be wanting it! You are already soaking through your panties!" Mike longingly exclaims. "I want you inside me so badly. I can't wait till' I can save up enough money to move to Oklahoma with you." I sensually whine. "I know babe... some day I'm going to come up there and kill your parents and rescue you so they won't be able to have control over your SSI check." He says. "Mike! Stop saying that!" I yell. "Jokingly saying that is one thing, but saying it almost every time we talk even though I said to stop, and telling you that I love my family, and the only reason my mom has control, legal control, over my SSI check is because I am mentally disabled is a whole other story! I have told you to stop, and that it creeps me out way more than I should have to! No more! That's it! I warned you this was going To happen... We are over!" I yell. "Okay, Fine! Don't come crawling back to me when you get lonely. I'm not going to take you back! I might even get a sex change and become a lesbian.... I've actually thought about it before!" He yells angrily and disconnects the call.