"I sit here and I think...I think of all the feelings that Wolverine stirs up in me, the way my body shivers when he simply gazes as me, the way my body heats up with a simple touch. It feels just as wrong as it feels right, and that bothers me. I dream of him and his touch often...him touching my feet, my legs, my thighs...moving up to my pulsating feminine center, and not just touching, but massaging, milking me until I scream and shout in delightful pleasure. I dream of him replacing his fingers and hands with his mouth, his lovely sweet tongue, inserting it in and out of me at lightening speed to give me a rush and then so slowly to make me shiver...oh that Wolverine, too bad these are only dreams. I wish that I could know what he was thinking before he told me, that I could tap into his mind and feel his emotions so that I would know if he wants me as bad as I want him. Just writing this entry and recalling the things I felt makes me wet between the legs and weak in the knees, and no release is coming soon, so I halt this entry for now."