Dear Diary
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Introduction: Nika tells her Diary about Tracys first time with the monster cock.
Dearest Diary,
Ok, sorry about that, I just had to get the tingling out, it was really distracting me. Whats amazing is it fit so much better this time! Oh yeah, I didnt tell you about the first time. Sorry.
So Tracy and I were in bed together and she had just admitted to her relationship with her, as I found out, adopted Dad. So while I admit I was entirely disgusted at the thought of someone letting their father have sex with them, and worse, cum inside them, when she explained there was no real relation, my thoughts quickly wondered to questions about a penis of such immense size being shoved inside.
Ok, so lets say I can get over the fact that he isnt your Dad, even though you always thought her was. How in the fuck do you end up having sex with him?
Well it wasnt like we got home and ripped our clothes off and started fucking. That kind of thing didnt happen until much later on. Remember this was all they way back in the summer before Freshman year, I was a smaller person back then, and god when I think how naive I was. . . . She looked at me when she said that and I took it that she was calling me naive, and now, I have to agree she was right.
I know you and I have talked about masturbating, but you really cant fathom how much better sex is. The intensity. The pleasure. The feeling of a man inside you, trying to get deeper in you that he possibly can . . . and Nika, when a man cums in you, I mean really cums, really hard. . .you feel more like a woman than you ever have before. When you watch a mans face contort because YOU made him cum, that he cant hold it any longer. Oh God, there is no hotter feeling in the world.
But what if you were to get pregnant? You would be basically having your Dads baby!
I cant have my Dads baby when he isnt my Dad Nika. Hell, I hope one day I do get to have his baby. Then I wont have to worry about him ever taking that wonderful dick away from me. God, Nika, if you only knew the kind of orgasm passionate sex gives you! It blows masturbating away. I cant even masturbate anymore, it isnt hot enough.
So I still dont understand, how did you ever end up having sex?
Oh right, sorry I forgot to get to that. Well after the memorial service and funeral we had to go to the will reading. It was pretty short, most stuff went to Bill and all heirlooms went to me. We went home after and heated up one of the many dishes people brought over for us. We had dinner which was not much since we werent very hungry.
We went to the couch and threw on a movie, Finding Nemo, I will never forget that, ha ha! So as soon as the scene where the mom dies came on I started bawling, missing my Mom, and Daddy, I mean Bill, put his arm around me and held me to him as I cried. After a while I looked up at Daddy and he wiped away my tears and brushed the hair from my face.
He told me, Dont you worry about a thing sweetie, I will take care of you.
But you arent even really my Daddy. Wont you want to go away?
Never sweetie, you are so important to me.
He then brushed my hair back again, remember my hair had long bangs back then, and he gave me a kiss on the cheek. I smiled feeling his warmth and so he kissed me on the cheek again. Then he gave me a quick kiss on the lips, which was a little surprising since we had never kissed lips before. Then he said,
You look so much like your mother. I miss her so much already. He had one arm wrapped around my shoulder and his other began to massage my cheek with his thumb. I wasnt ready for it but he pulled me up to him and planted his lips on mine, firmly. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and he massaged my tongue, my shocked words muted inside him mouth to nothing but moans.
He didnt let me free for what seemed like 30 seconds. When he did finally pull back I could feel the strands of saliva between our lips.
Wha–what are you doing Daddy? I was so scared at that moment. So confused. My mother had just died, I had just found out the man I trusted more than any other and that had made my mother so happy, had just kissed me! I was shocked, but at the same time, I felt so coddled and secure in his arms. Plus at that time I had only ever kissed Jeff, and he kissed clumsy and gross. But when Daddy kissed, it was so different.
I need a good woman in my life Tracy, and I feel so lost. I thought I had found the woman for the rest of my life. You. . . you just look so much like her . . .
He kissed me again, and this time I met his kiss. I cant put it into words really, but so many things were answered and so many other questions raised in that moment, and I knew there was no man on Earth better suited to that position than the man had cared for and loved me for so many years. It was the first time I ever felt reverberations in my nether regions. I was scared, a little disgusted because it still felt like he was my Dad, and I knew it was considered wrong. But I also loved the stirrings in my loins and he kissed so well, I finally understood why people like to kiss. The boys I have dated since them to keep up appearances kiss like shit compared to Daddy.
Listening to Tracy tell me about the first time her Dad kissed her Diary, oh god I started to feel tingling in my pussy and soon was masturbating right there in the bed next to her. With her descriptions and the visions of Bills horse cock plowing her, I realized I was very jealous of my best friend at that point. She continued with her story. . .
The next round of kissing lasted at least 5 minutes and even then I didnt want it to stop. At the time I was wearing a black dress because of the memorial, but I didnt really have any long dresses so it was more like a black dinner dress that went to about my knee.
Daddy gently pushed me onto my back on the big leather sofa in the living room and laid at my side. He began to kiss me again, telling me that I didnt need to worry and that every thing would be alright. That was when he put his hand on my outside thigh and slowly worked his way up under my skirt, rubbing and squeezing as he went. It was when it really hit home to me that Dad—I mean Bill was treating me like a woman instead of his daughter.
But it was when his hand rubbed my lips outside of my panties that I learned why people desire sex so much. Those stupid pornos are just a joke, they dont do things in those that feel so good in real life. So Bill kept lightly rubbing between my legs and I felt my panties start to get wet. I was so stupid, I worried that I had peed on myself, I was such and idiot, ha ha.
Anyway, if it was any other time, I think I would have freaked the fuck out. But that night I was so distraught and insecure, any type of real genuine attention after all the repeated platitudes and condolences would have felt good. Anyway, he continued to kiss me and began to feel really warm, like I was wrapped in a blanket of affection. Bill knew what he was doing more than a boy would and my body was responding to his teasing of my pussy.
He then pulled his hand out from my skirt and slid it behind my back and pulled down the zipper on my dress. He slowly, expertly and affectionately pulled my dress over my shoulder and down my arms, pulling it free of my chest in the process. I still remember the bra I was wearing, it was one of my firsts. It was solid black lace. Daddy slid his fingers up my back to the clasp of my bra and presto! He unsnapped it with two fingers in a second, I cant begin to tell you how hot that was.
I still remember watching him grab the bow in the middle of my bra in his teeth and pulling the bra off with his mouth. Once he had pulled it to the point my nipples were exposed I remember getting this crazy chill all over, like when you have a sunburn. I also remember my pussy started flowing like crazy and for the first time ever I truly knew what it meant to be horny. From there things got really intense. He started sucking on my tiny breasts back then. I mean I was no more than an A cup then, but he made me feel like Dolly Parton. He sucked and squeezed and flicked and gnawed on them until I was on fire down below.
By that time I was just moaning, my eyes closed, my legs and arms flailing so I didnt notice he had gotten off the couch until I felt his hands holding my legs down firmly. Moments later his mouth was on me between my legs and I still dont know what he did that time, I was so sensitive at that moment that he probably could have done anything. All I know was very quickly I had a crazy orgasm, and it caused my hips to buck so hard that I gave Da– I mean Bill a bloody nose. I came so hard that I kind of blacked out and didnt notice he left to fix his nose.
the next thing i felt was Daddy lifting my leg and my panties sliding off my leg, leaving a trail of wetness. Then I felt him getting on top of me. The weight of his body was a sensation I hadnt had so it stirred me and I became aware of something big, heavy and really, really warm on my stomach. Daddy was kissing me again and I just let his tongue make all the decisions until I heard him say.
Oh fuck sweetie, you arent gonna think about your mom any more tonight. I am going to make you a woman.
At that point I opened my eyes, feeling the heavy warm thing slide down my tummy, and I saw it for the first time. Daddy– i mean Bills penis was on my pelvis, and it was hard. You and I had seen some pornos but Bills made theirs almost look small. The think was bigger around than my thigh but it didnt matter, Daddy had decided to share it with me. I saw him take it in his hand and he rubbed it up and down on my private area, and I knew what his plan was from those videos but I also was confused as there was no way it would fit inside of me.
I said, D-D-D-Ddddadddy, what are you doing?!
Just relax sweetheart, I promise to be gentle.
Daddy dont, daddy it wont fit. Dad please!
At that point he laid forward on me, so I couldnt see it anymore and he cupped my head in his other hand.
It will be okay darlin, dont you trust me? He whispered in a low guttural voice, and I really did trust him.
You promise it wont hurt?
I promise I will try to make it not hurt.
Heeeh. Heh. O-Ok Ddd-d-d-daddy. I could see from the look in Bills eyes that he was going to do it no matter what I said so I closed my eyes and bit my lip and he started to push. . .
Eeemmmph! Mmmph! Hu! Hugh! Hu! Oh Diary at that moment I had my orgasm, as I imagined Bill pushing his massive dick inside of me, putting my self in Tracys place.
Ha! Nika! Did you just . . . oh my goodness, why didnt you tell me you were doing that? I would have been doing it too! I masturbate thinking about that night all the time. ALL the time! Tracy teased me and went back to her story, but not before she sucked on two fingers and they disappeared beneath the sheets. As for myself, I was still going to town, and wasnt about to stop.
So anyway I felt Daddy pushing up to me and I couldnt figure out why, I mean no way it was going to fit inside, but Daddy was determined, and he got it in there. Just the tip I mean. It was the most insane feeling, the tip of his penis, you know the part that has the ridge on it? Well he pushed and pushed, slowly and consistently and in a crazy moment, my pussy spread for the first time and he slid right inside me!
As you can imagine, I almost lost my mind. It was warm and electric going in and I almost came right away. Despite how great his penis is, it was also such an emotional rush to know I was taking my Daddy, or what I had always known as my Daddy inside me. And naive as I was, I thought that was it. Daddy was inside me and we were lovers and that was that. It felt fantastic and I was happy to be loved by him. But then he pushed again.
Then my intense lust and euphoria turned to panic. I felt that huge penis trying to bury into me, get the rest of it inside me. But there was no way, I practically felt like my pussy was going to tear, it was stretched so wide already, just taking in the top and the shaft was so much bigger.
No Daddy, dont! Oh please dont Daddy, it wont fit. DADDY! It hurts!
Im sorry baby, urgh! I am going, ung! Slow as I ca-a-ahhhh-nn! But he wouldnt stop pushing. I began crying and begging him to stop as I felt the first bit of the shaft get inside. It hurt like crazy and I really did think Daddy was going to tear me in two and I would never be able to love again, but it didnt, and he got a quarter inch in at a time.
How much got in I didnt know but it was a very painful couple of minutes Daddy put me through. Then, when I was crying, tears streaming down my face and my pussy going numb from the constant pain of the stretching Daddy said,
Ok my baby. You did so well, you got half of it in there, I am amazed myself! I promise, no deeper for now ok, we will just work with this.
I was about to ask what he meant by working with this, but I didnt need to as he showed me. He sat up, no longer kissing me or putting his weight on me and I peered down at my pussy and was shocked to see that penis inside me. I knew it was of course, but to SEE it, was something else all together. I started having a bit of a panic attack, but that was short lived as Daddy grabbed my hips with his hands and began to pump my body.
I stared in horror as he drew back, the top half of his penis glistening with my fluid and when the head was back to my pussy lips I felt them being stretched to let it out and I didnt want to feel the stretch again but learned that was inevitable, not because he pulled it all the way out, but because he was pushing it in again., and his shaft is just as wide. I was amazed how readily i was able to take in the half of him again, but a centimeter over and I felt agony, I just didnt have any more room inside of me.
I watched hit go in and out and in and out, I just laid there staring at it and eeking out scared, startled noises each time my pussy strained at his girth. But inside of the pain was pleasure and as good as it felt underneath the pain was too much for it, until I learned what my g-spot is. There is a special place inside every girl that is super sensitive and Daddy says it can be in much different depths and sides, and that night we both found out mine is on the top and pretty deep, like at the top of where your hair grows. Well half way in, Daddys very tip just about hits that spot and every one in a while Daddy would lose his self control and pump just a little harder. It hurt like all hell when he did, because his huge dick was trying to force open more room than I had, but also the tippy tip of his penis would touch my g-spot. Oh my god Nika, when you find yours, you are gonna look at sex in a totally different way.
I a-a-a-a-a-mmmm. I replied to Tracy my voice shaking from the everlasting orgasm I was having playing with myself and mentally taking in Bills massive cock. Still Tracy went on. . .
So with him hitting my g-spot and the cool night air ticking my nipples and the shear amazement that Daddy was taking my virginity, I had a few explosive orgasms. I mean I was fucking high by the time Daddy was ready to finish. Daddy was still holding my waist while he fucked me into womanhood, but he started to make this face like he was going to vomit and I said,
D-D-D-D-Da-aaa-aaa-ddy? You-you ok-aa-ay? Ehhhh! I mean I was having little sex seizures at that point. My body just didnt have much sensation left to give. Daddy opened his eyes but still squinting said,
N-nn-n-nno-oh ba-by giiirl. D-d-d-daddy-y-y-ies gh. gh. gonna c–cummm-mmm. He did the next thrust really hard. I mean HARD. It hurt so bad that I screamed like in a movie scream. You know? Really shrieked and Daddy saw and heard me and said,
Oh-oh g-god baby girl. S-s-so sorry. I wont hu-hu-hurt you! Daddy grabbed the top of the sofa with the one hand and reached behind him and grabbed the armchair with the other. See, as I have learned, when a guy is ready to let his stuff out, he kind of loses all sense of reality and doesnt care about anything and wont worry about how hard they shove. To tell you the truth, tonight, what you saw us doing, was the first time Daddy let himself lost control while holding on to me. Daddy was so kind and gentle that he has waited all these 22 months until I was able to fit him all the way in to truly fuck me. I never understood what he meant until tonight. But I agree with him, tonight was the first time I got truly fucked. I wish I could go into your mind and see what is looked like . . . Tracy eyes wandered with her mind.
Tracy! Tracy, god dammit, what happened?! My voice almost sounded like I was crying Diary. I just had to know how her experience, her first experience ended with that horse cock of her Dads.
Oh, right, ha-ha. Sorry. So once Daddy grabbed the sofa in his hands, he went over the edge. The line guys cross where their bodies take over and just try to cum to make babies. Daddy is no different but he stayed true to his promise not to hurt me, at least not too bad. His hips bucked hard and it weaponized his huge penis. It shoved into me really hard but without Daddy holding me I shoved up to the other armchair and got a terrible rug burn on my lower back, but better than then the force of his thrust in my pussy that wasnt big enough for him yet.
Daddy went, Yuuuunnnchka! and then made a gagging noise with his mouth, his eyes screwed shut, his brows furrowed, and he froze, shaking for a moment, gripping the sofa in his hands. It confused me for a second but I understood that Daddy was shooting his stuff into me, every porno I had seen up to then the guy spilled on the girls. I admit it kind of grossed me out but the thought was short lived cause the next pump was coming.
Daddy drew back fast and I was yanked down with him because my pussy lips just didnt want to let the ridge go. Then Daddy thrust forward again, even harder and I was pushed to far up that my head had to bend to the side to allow my pussy to move a little further and not take the brunt of his power. That time Daddys eyebrows went up and his eyes unclenched though they stayed shut. the tendons on his neck were all popping out and his teeth were clenched and he kind went, Uuuu-uh-uh-uh-uh-unnckkk!
Holy shit Daddy, are you shooting that white stuff in me?!?!?!?! I was panicked because I remembered sex ed and that is how you get pregnant, you know. Well for some reason this seemed to turn Daddy on because he screamed out FUCK BABY! and thrust hard, and not just with his hips but his legs and the spot between my shoulder and head was jammed so hard into the armchair I got a kink in my neck.
Thats when I remembered something Diary. . . Hey, I remember the week after your Mom died. You had a kink in your neck! Wait, you couldnt walk right either!
Ha, ha. Yep. Well after the third pump Daddy hit his peak and his hips jolted up and his cock went super hard and it lifted my butt and lower back off the sofa and I went up on my head to balance while I heard Daddy make sounds like old people do when they die in the movies, so I guess cumming make guys die a little each time. Daddy relaxed and flexed one final time, this time I was lifted clear off my shoulder blades while Daddys fire hose dick. emptied the last of what he had into me and I fell back to the sofa. Daddy stayed in me for a minute or two and I could hear him panting. I was too spent to open my eyes.
That was when Daddys penis mercifully started to shrink a little and he pulled it out. I felt glob after glob of thick liquid leaking out of me for the next two minutes, as Daddy had left a lot of it inside of me. Daddy passed out sitting up and I curled up where I was and fell asleep. I woke up the next morning in my bed naked and to the smell of Daddy cooking breakfast. I was so raw after that we had to wait almost two weeks to go again. Daddy asked every day if it was ok yet, he couldnt hardly wait. But it did get better as my body worked to accept him.
I finally stopped playing with myself at that point Diary. My legs felt completely numb. Tracy, I am so jealous. I wish I could be loved by that huge penis. You sounded like you were the happiest woman in the world.
Well, you couldnt possibly take Daddy as a virgin, but here try this when you get home. Tracy opened the night table and pulled out a big peach colored rubbed dildo.
Masturbate with this until you can take it all without trouble. Then I will give you the big one.
Jesus Tracy, this isnt the big one? I gasped holding it, my fingers not reaching all the way around.
Nope, that is about half Daddy. . . . This . . . . this is Daddy! Tracy said with a smile holding up a huge black dildo. It looked like it was a foot long and 8 inches around.
Well Diary, there you have it. It was quite the night over at Tracys. Before I left this morning she promised me if I could take the big one someday, she would ask her Daddy to show me the real thing. I cant wait Diary, so I am gonna work diligently every day to get myself ready. Good night!
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Dear Dirty Diary, After receiving that less than glowing reaction to my diary, I resigned myself to a summer of boring, doting wife activities, all centering around my husband’s convalescence period. However, I was surprised at how quickly he bounced back from his heart attack. He was enrolled in a wonderful Cardio-Rehab program through the hospital that completely took over his life. He’d walk for hours through the marshes and the lakeshore trail. He attended weekly lectures that taught him...
Tracys story begins by chatting to donna a dom mistress from yorkshire on tranny site and after a while she admitted that she’dfucked several gays with strap on but was never satisfied as they never fucked her after taking dildo and wanted to try sex with a tranny all dressed and made up to have a lesbian style session. After booking a travelodge in york i arranged to meet her and drove up and we finally met in pub where we had meal and wine and chatted. Told her she looked gorgeous and loved...
Dear Dirty Diary, A snore from my husband interrupted my sleep and when soft dreamy music and squeals of delight floated into my ears, my eyes popped open. I concentrated, trying to locate its source. Doug was sound asleep, as he should be at 1:18 in the morning. I most carefully slid out of bed, so as not to disturb him and tiptoed downstairs toward the sounds. I paused at Louise’s bedroom door but the music came from further down the hall. Carefully avoiding every creaky floorboard, I...
Dear Diary, Today was shaping up to be a tedious and somewhat stressful day when I decided to go for a walk in the woods. That all changed when I found a lighter… It was early evening, just starting to get dark, when I put my coat on, grabbed my house keys and headed out for a stroll. As I’ve noted in previous diary entries things are coming to a head at work, and I needed to get out and clear my head. Slamming the front door behind me, I headed off down the road towards the common. The...
Dear Diary,Today was shaping up to be a tedious and somewhat stressful day when I decided to go for a walk in the woods. That all changed when I found a lighter...It was early evening, just starting to get dark, when I put my coat on, grabbed my house keys and headed out for a stroll. As I've noted in previous diary entries things are coming to a head at work, and I needed to get out and clear my head. Slamming the front door behind me, I headed off down the road towards the common.The weather...
October 2 Dear Diary, We all got together this afternoon to map out strategies for seeing a big cock! Ems said that she has seen her dad's cock when he came out of the bath room after a shower, but it wasn't hard at the time!! All of the guys we saw on line had been circumcised, but she said her dad's cock had the head covered by loose skin!!! Said she liked the looks of the ones in the pictures better cuz the heads were always uncovered! Talking about that stuff made us all hot, so we pulled...
EroticSon- janu aaj mausam kitna suhana hai. tumhe kuch feel nahi ho raha hai? Mom- haan! ho raha hai na! Son- kya? Mom- yehi ki aaj mai phir se chudne wali hoon. TO READERS: Ma wrote this photography session in her diary. I read this many days later after our first copulation. I think it is better for reader to study her version instead of my narration. You can read full story separately in title-“Long Dong King Kong in Mom” with son’s (me) narration. “Tonight my son made me model. Not an ordinary...
IncestDear Diary, I am Reshma. The little one of the incest family. My mom, Reena must have introduced me to you already. But I think she toned down the details a lot. Yes, I agree with what she said describing me absolutely. I am a sex-loving freak. But that’s just the tip of the iceberg. I am much more than that. To be blatant, if I don’t get to have sex one day, I will commit suicide. I am not lying believe me. It’s like food or oxygen to some people. To me, no sex no life. “Fuck me properly you...
IncestDear Diary, This is Sindhu. Nice to meet you. This feels so weird but also cool to keep on entering these private details in this diary. I know people are going to read this. That’s what excites me the most. The feeling of sharing my sexual exploits with the public in itself is arousing me, making my nipples hard. I wouldn’t say I’m not into incest because I share with my sisters. But not with my mom and dad. The thought itself makes me cringe in pain. My mom, Reena, must have introduced me to...
Dear Diary Thursday, August 11th, 2020 That morning I set up my camera phone and sucked Pat’s dick like it was the sweetest banana I had ever tasted. He came quickly, and I smiled at him. Pat’s eyes were full of stars after he orgasmed. He wasn’t used to a surprise blowjob in the morning, and he lay back on the bed and sighed with relief. It seemed my husband was willing to forget about my antics last night as long as I kept him satisfied. I put on my sheerest dress and lowest cropped top...
Dear Diary, What a whirlwind weekend it was of shopping, dancing, and lots of girl talk with my best girl Marchesa. It had been hot a minute since we've got together so she invited me over to see her place and show me around her new city. When she called me the week before she said she had a couple of things planned for when I get back there but wouldn't divulge any details. She just said to pack a couple of cute outfits for going out. Eeeeek!!!! So I spent that entire week in total...
This is my contribution to the glory that is Fictionmania. Hope everyone likes it! A Maid's Diary, Part I By Connietgrrrl Friday, September... Dear Diary, I am on needles and pins, and butterflies in my stomach and...! Oh well, I am just nervous and excited all at once by my plan for tonight. I've spent all week getting ready. Good thing I had quit my job 2 months ago, because I needed the whole time to work up my nerve. I've wanted to tell my wife about my cross-dressing...
Dear Diary, Hello again. This is Reena. The mom. Hope your tummy is being filled enough with my family’s regular entries. At first, I had to force my daughters to write down their sex stories. They were not interested at all in the beginning. My elder baby Sindhu was shy to even think about the idea. Now, the tables have turned. They are more than willing to update each and every experience they have had. I couldn’t be more proud. Prakash was so happy seeing his daughters making their foray...
March 15 A disturbing development — my son has started staring at my breasts and sometimes "accidentally" touches them. He asks me questions that show he knows very little about female anatomy. I believe ignorance about sexuality can lead to major problems in life, so I got an illustrated book about the human body, and we sat down together with it. The book made me realize I didn't know all that much myself, but more than him at least. My problem is that now he wants me to show him. I point...
Dear Dirty Diary, Louise advertised in Cornwall, Messina, Montreal, Plattsburg and Burlington newspapers and had brochures printed for the Cornwall travel bureau and outlet malls. Erin and Jeremy suggested they should put adds in This Week back home to draw people we knew down for visits. Within days of their ad, we got a request for lodgings for the third weekend in September from some Whitby people. Given directions for our shortcut through the States, two weary twenty-something...
Dear Dirty Diary, A week had passed and Doug announced the completion of our new bed. I checked out all its clothing drawers, the sliding compartments in the headboard and its bed linen bin at its foot. I ran my fingers all over its satin-finished pine and had to admit it was really handsome. My husband had done a beautiful job, but I was concerned with how we’d transport it to Quebec. He told me it was all assembled with deck screws and could be easily broken down into pieces. He said the...
Dear Dirty Diary, Over the rest of the visit, Louise and I wandered through the shops down in Huntingdon while Doug explored the area. He seemed infatuated with Lake St. Francis, I suppose because it was reminiscent of Lake Ontario. On our drive back home, he behaved himself admirably, deep in thought. By the end of the following week, he informed me everything was under control. The conniving old fool had talked our k**s into moving into the Marina condo for the year. Erin had an...
Dear Dirty Diary, About a month and a half had passed since my New Year's Day love fest. Like most women, I seem to have an immense capacity for storing up sexual rapture, brought on by a good, solid orgasm. Louise and I had only exchanged pleasantries and non-sexual chitchat since. Perhaps an underlying guilt on my part had also cooled my sexual desires somewhat. Doug had been surprisingly attentive and had driven me crazy with his continual advances all month. He had given me a bit of a...
12:45 PM Dear diary, its Austin again. Nothing new to report, except that I got stood up once again. Seems she had some important meeting that she had to attend. Her last words to me were, ‘Don’t wait up’. I guess it’s pretty obvious this is going to take all day and now my plans are wasted. It’s not so much the meeting as much as the timing. She knew I had this day planned. She didn’t know what I was planning, but she knew it was planned none-the-less. So here I am, writing to you once...
Dear Diary,Terri's parents arrived today, needing somewhere to stay on their way to their holidays. Bugger. Was hoping to have a nice night of passion with Colin. But we ended up going al fresco instead, and I'm sure someone was watching us. bloody certain of it. But I'm getting ahead of myself...Colin arrived, just as I was putting the kettle on. How he does it, I'll never know; it's like he's got radar for the kettle. I hugged him, gave him a peck, and filled him in on the situation.We dished...
Dear Dirty Diary, My darling husband returned today after his five day, late September fishing trip to Schooner Lake. After thorough questioning it turned out he’d gotten a little apprehensive being all alone up there amongst the wailing loons and spirits of dead Algonquin Indians. He swears there’s some kind of energy around the fire pit on the island that spooks him. So he drove back down to the condo to visit the k**s. On the way down from Plevna, he went to a Saturday night concert at...
August 19, 2002Dear Diary,“What if my husband had strayed once or twice,” had run through my head as I left Al’s science room down the hall from my room? I knew the day I thought that I felt a deep kinship at 53 for this man, an 8th grade science teacher, and he wasn’t my husband! I still loved and shared life with my husband but after so many years of marriage, travel two or three days a week in his job, maybe what fluttered inside my body when Al was nice to me was for the first time maybe,...
March 18th, 1985: Dear Diary, Well it finally happened. I cheated on my husband, and I did it only two weeks after our anniversary. It’s funny that just yesterday, Roy tried to convince me to have a kid, but I am sure glad I took the pill today because Branden came a lot. I’m certain that Roy would be very angry at the thought of his childhood friend fucking me for hours today, but I don’t care because the sex was amazing, and I loved it.March 19th: Roy doesn’t have a clue. I made love to him...
CheatingDear Diary, Last year, I met a girl. Actually, that's inaccurate, because she wasn't a girl. She was a woman. A lady. A goddess. The most stunning creature I had ever laid eyes upon. It was in a coffee shop, which was something that made me laugh when I thought about it, because I don't really go to coffee shops, but for some reason, that day I did. I was sitting at a table, reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, and sipping a steaming hot cup of caramel coffee. Minutes later, in she walked....
Love StoriesDear Diary: The Ride Home June 21, 1987 Dear Diary, Tonight was another night I babysat for The Dwyers. The Kids had been great all night and the parents returned as usual, late as hell. Mrs. Dwyer was drunk as a skunk and I helped her to bed as well. This was the norm as far as them going out to have a romantic evening. Mr. Dwyer again, tried hitting on me, again. This time I gave into his wants and mine. I had been babysitting for them since I was 16 and he had been...
Dear Diary Dear Diary, Something happened to me tonight. It was very unexpected. Was it a nice surprise?I'm still trying to work that one out. Was it something I would have wantedto happen? Or, even invited to happen? Definitely not! By writing this in youI suppose I am trying to make sense of what happened and my feelings towardsit. Maybe if I start from the beginning it will make more sense and I'll understandit more I had been feeling horny most of the day and so decided to make a night...
Dear Diary, How did I get here. Someone please pinch me. I was asked on a date from a real sweet guy I met online a while ago. I didn't know what to make of it all and got swept up into an electric current pulling me into the unknown. I have always been drawn to the idea of dating a guy but I never in my wildest dreams thought it would actually happen. I've only ever dated girls before so when Dalton asked me to a date, I was as excited as I was petrified. He expected me to be the...
The Lace Lease Dear Diary, Life has gotten a lot more interesting lately. I have to tell you. My roommate situation has changed dramatically over the past couple of months. Marchesa found a really good job but sadly she had to move. Luckily it was just in the next city over from us so we could still see her often but I was still pretty sad. It was a great opportunity for her and I didn't want to spoil it for her. She had become a very close friend to me and I didn't want to...
Dear Dirty Diary, Just before Christmas, the three of us drove back to the condo and while musing of old memories, I rummaged through my son’s old toy chest. I found a box of GI Joe action figures and a carton of Hot Wheels miniature cars. I washed all the dust and grime from them all in the dishwasher then began to pack them all back into new plastic storage containers. My husband Doug came along, picked up a bright orange Dodge Charger with a Confederate flag on the roof. He began to...
September 3 Dear Diary, I can't believe I was accepted into the TAU UPSILON OMEGA sorority, it is the absolute best one on campus!!! What a place, I share a room with sophomore girl from New Orleans who seems really nice, I think her name is Betty Sue, anyway it's one of those two namers all those southern girls seem to have!!! By the way diary, since this is my first entry, let me introduce myself, my name is Kim, I'm from St. Louis, and this is my second year at Tech!!! This place is a lot...
EroticOctober 13 Dear Diary, A truly incredible thing happened to me the other day, so mush so that I'm still a little shaken when I think back on it!!! It was early Saturday morning when my door bell rang and standing outside my door was Bonnie Jenkins and a girl I had never seen before! Bonnie asked if they could come in for a few minutes, and even though I was still in my bathrobe I said "sure" and invited them inside. It was then that I really got to give the other girl the once over, and to say...
FetishDear Dirty Diary, Brassy trumpets, thumping drums and crashing cymbals increasingly trespassed into the soundtrack of my most lushly sensual daydream. The brassy confusion of marching bands obliterated the wind's delicate whispering through tall birch trees as well as the plaintive honks of the Canada Geese. My shimmering memory of the sparkling green water of Lake Ontario was shattered. I tried my best to blot out the racket and return to my daydream. My hand searched for comfort between...
Dear Dirty Diary, I woke up the following Saturday morning with a terribly stiff back. Doug and Louise were already working on the enclosure for the hot tub we all missed so much. Since neither of my lovers was around to soothe my aching muscles, I had to look after myself. I stretched and limbered up without much success, so I took a hot shower then returned to try my special back exercises. I spread my bath towel across the middle of the bed then kneeled on it. I bent over, placed my...
Dear Dirty Diary, Three weeks passed and it was Sunday morning. The sun peeked softly through the slats of the blinds in our bedroom, showing promise for an inspiring new day. Doug was sleeping soundly, so I carefully slipped out of bed and headed for the shower. Soon the hot water tingled against my back and trickled down my bum, warming me completely. I shampooed my hair then began to lather the rest of me. The slippery bar of Dove slid soothingly across my wet skin, caressing my body with...