Naughty Maid

Dear diary,

I have a confession to make...

I'm bad.

I know what you're thinking. How can an innocent little 22 year old like me be bad? I mean, just look at those pretty little eyes, that perfect pale skin, my perky little pout, or my tiny little body, or those pert little breasts...

That's right, I want you to look at them. I want you to stare, and think dirty thoughts you probably shouldn't. I just wish you would say something about it to me. Does it make you feel uncomfortable that I've touched myself thinking about you, Mr. Stone? Did you ever notice my scent on your pillow? How long will I have to wait before you realize I want more than my fingertips down there? Tell me what to do Mr. Stone… I want to press my little pink nipples up against your big hard body. Take me… Make me yours… Let’s stop playing this game.

Mr. Stone shoved the little book back into her purse, sweat pouring off his brow. He'd always suspected Lily might want to be more than the Nanny, but he'd never really