Sandoval

"Private" Thoughts

• Sandoval's Journal

  ƪɳ∂ɱơſ∂ʈ∂,
  
  Met a pretty little dove with a pet snakebird. It was super cute; I think it had a crush on me. I think the girl referred to him as Ichabod? Her name, if I recall correctly, was Alvah, but she didn't want to flirt much. Boo. She kept things like "you're charming, but you seem to be interested only in entertainment." Well, yes, of course! What else do people look for around here? Honestly.
  
  Easy on the eyes, though.
  
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  ƪɳ∂ɱơſ∂ʈ∂,
  
  I have nothing to report. I have been very bored. I am feeling very alone. Is this all there is to my life?
  
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  ƪɳ∂ɱơſ∂ʈ∂,
  
  Please, feel free to disregard my last entry. I have a very fulfilling life, don't worry yourself over me. I just have sad days, Querida, you know that. I promise everything is alright.
  
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  ƪɳ∂ɱơſ∂ʈ∂,
  
  Oho! I got a man very drunk today. It was a glorious sight to behold. I do not think he drinks very often, he looks the scholarly type. A Frenchman, something like Alex. Or Alix? Alixandre, I think. He would not sleep with me at first, and even when he was no longer sober he resisted. It only took two of my special chocolates to convince him. The French are as passionate lovers as they say!
  
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  ƪɳ∂ɱơſ∂ʈ∂,
  
  I wonder if you remember that woman, Francesca, who told me that she needed something to distract her from her marriage problems. At first, I tried sleeping with her to fix things for her -- that did not work out well (though, it was a workout; it turns out the woman is freaky -- in bed!)
  
  So, ever the gentleman, I did all I could to help her out. I decided upon a different approach for the second try: I fucked her husband. It's no wonder they're having marital troubles, they both lie to one another about their needs. I am happy to have given them what they needed, even if they could not please one another.
  
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  ƪɳ∂ɱơſ∂ʈ∂,
  
  Ah, how I love excitement! I shall remind you again of Francesca and her situation with her husband, for there is quite the story to tell about them!
  
  For a while, what seemed to work best was when I would keep them both occupied separately; however, this was only about a month-long solution. I left him tied to the bedposts in one of my apartments one morning, then left to attend to Francesca. It later became obvious that he had escaped, for he came home to find me engaged with his wife. Fortunately, he was on the other side of a locked door. I would have made away then, but I wasn't yet finished with her; however, once I reached my zenith I grabbed my things and found myself an exit through her bedroom window. I would like to imagine that he took care of her needs once he made it inside, what with her being strung up as well. Perhaps may have ended more ominously, but I do not like to think about these things, and I know you don't like sad things.
  
  After I ran off, I made my way to the gardens of the Tether. I met a man-fairy, a filthy thing, but obviously handsome underneath all that grime. Considering my earlier escapade, is it at all surprising that I wanted a fuck out of this man? I flirted shamelessly with him (though when have I ever had any shame?). I was relentless, until he finally accepted my offer of a bath for him.
  
  We went back to another of my apartments (this one has a very prominent bath) and I cleaned him up, though he fought me all the way because I was holding him back from the cake I had asked my servants to prepare. He is, at present, in a sugar-induced stupor. I will write again after he leaves, should there be anything of interest that occurs when he wakes.
  
  Cross your pages for me.
  
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