Dear Diary Entry 2 A Hot Threesome With My Boyfriend And My Sister
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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 into the public. He always wanted his girl’s talents to be exposed in public. I call him a show-off. He says it exhibition of his pride as a father.
As you know, my youngest baby girl Reshma 21 years old. She is in the final year of her graduation course. Yesterday she came running to me crying. I was watching a good porn on our home theatre. Semi-nude, nighty pulled up to the waist, pussy in the open air, legs apart from each other, ready to pummel my pussy with my newly-bought dildo. Usually, I wouldn’t masturbate to a porn movie. Those days were gone. Nothing but a hard cock could bring me up to even think of having an orgasm. But, this movie had a good story where … Ok, I will come to that later. It is important and interesting I promise.
So, Reshma hurried towards me, sobbing like a child. She hugged me and began to weep loud still clutching at me. I was so worried, I didn’t even care to adjust my saree. “Oh, baby! What’s the matter?”, I tried to calm her down, running my hands over her chubby face, wiping down her tears. “Tell me, baby. Did someone say something? Please let me know Reshma I can’t see you crying like this”, I said, and began to worry if something very wrong has happened. Still, there was no response from her. She kept on wailing, hugging me. Now I started to get scared. Did something happen to Prakash? Or Sindhu or Nihitha? My God!
I pulled her face away from my breasts. Her tears made them all wet. I wiped down the tears from her face and my boobs and then held her face in my palms and demanded the reason. “Tell me now Reshma. You are scaring me now”, I asked in a shaking voice, waiting to hear some dreadful news. She finally opened her mouth, “Mom. It’s nothing. Do you remember dad hasn’t paid my final exam fee yet? Well, it’s past the deadline now mom. I’m going to be expelled from the college. I hate my life. I hate that I can’t even afford to pay my exam fee. What is everyone going to say once they came to know about my expel? Oh, mom. I can’t face them”.
No other person is the happiest than me at that moment. I felt such a rush of relief, I was so happy. I thanked Allah then and there in my mind. No one is in harm. Thank God. I made her sit beside me on the couch, adjusted my saree properly and said to her, “Look dear. You shouldn’t be crying for such petty issues. Dad and I will somehow pay the fee. Stop worrying about that and study well.” I tried to soothe her but she still looked worried. I understood her feelings. Paying the huge amount of fee, that too in such a short notice looks impossible to her. After all, we couldn’t pay when we had time.
It’s really hard to raise 3 children, that too 3 girls, running on a single salary of Prakash’s. I didn’t go to college so obviously, I am a homemaker. It’s been really hard for Prakash to save each and every penny to provide all our daughters with good food, education, and everything. Their marriages are around the corner. Indian dowry system still prevails and so we shouldn’t be wasting the money at all. Talk about the sorrows of a middle-class family. I felt sad seeing Reshma like that. My eyes then caught the attention of the TV. I didn’t notice that the TV was still running the porn movie. An idea flickered inside me.
I said to Reshma, “Hand me over the TV remote dear”. She got up, took the remote and passed it to me saying, “Yeah, mute it down, please. Better if you turn it off.” But to her astonishment, I raised the volume and was observing the porn keenly. “Mom! Can you just think about my problem for a second?”, she shouted aghast. I smiled and replied, “I am thinking baby”. I kissed on her cheeks and said, “Watch this for a minute”. She pushed me away and sat watching the porn, looking disgruntled.
Did I stifle myself from explaining the story of this porn movie before? Now is the time. The movie title was ‘Naughty Teacher’. A young student apparently is being fucked by his teacher in a classroom on the bench, on his desk, on the floor and literally everywhere. She was crying really loud but I know she is enjoying the fuck. Somehow, the naughty feeling that she offered her sexual side to her teacher for an A-grade turned me on. That’s why I was about to use my dildo before. I saw Reshma looking at me and smiling. I winked. “Thanks for the idea mom”, she kissed me on my lips and started to look happy again. I replied, “A little improvisation is needed of course. First, make me cum with that dildo baby”.
Sunday had arrived quicker than it appeared. Reshma and I laid out the plan properly with some help from my sweet hubby. Reshma had invited her teacher Rodriguez for lunch on Sunday, according to our plan. It was 1 PM when he stepped inside. Prakash and I were hiding in the dining room closet and waited for the drama about to happen. Reshma welcomed her teacher inside and offered him a glass of wine. Prakash and I can see and hear every detail clearly. Rodriguez was saying, “Aren’t your parents home Reshma? And do you think wine isn’t a bit too much for this sort of a meeting?” Reshma, drinking water from a bottle, sitting on the opposite sofa said, “They should be home anytime soon sir. Coming to the wine, I heard you Christians drink a glass before lunch as an appetizer. Sorry if I am wrong Mr. Rodriguez.”
She said it so coyly, looking deep into his eyes, I felt immensely proud. That was my first move before I start to flirt a guy. Prakash was patting me on my shoulder, understanding my feelings. Rodrigues then said, “I hope you aren’t trying to bribe me or something with all these. Anyway, thank you for your hospitality.” At that exact moment, bottle from Reshma hand slipped away, pouring down all the water onto her neck. The water began to trickle down onto her boobs. Even from this far, I can clearly see her boobs through her white T-shirt. She was not wearing any bra inside. Rodriguez was looking at her boobs too. And then suddenly realizing that he was staring at them, he moved his glance away from Reshma, feeling undoubtedly uncomfortable.
“Oops! Sorry, sir. Can you pass me the napkin beside you?”, she asked him politely. He handed over the napkin to her, not looking at all towards her. Reshma began, “Sorry Mr. Rodriguez. I was a bit tensed seeing you in my house. That’s it. I’m really sorry.” To this, he had to reply so he turned around to say something and was dumbstruck to utter a single word. Because Reshma was drying off her shirt with the napkin. It looked as if she is pressing her boobs. I can see the hunger in his eyes. Got you, Rodriguez, I said to myself.
“Ahem! It’s quite alright Reshma. Don’t worry.”, he said at last. Reshma was not going to stop there. “Mr. Rodriguez, is it ok if I shall change my shirt and come back?” “Go ahead please”, he was literally pleading to escape from the situation. Reshma got herself up and went to her room, which is just beside the living room in which her teacher was sitting. After she left, I noticed Rodriguez adjusting his cock inside his pants. It was erect like a tower. He threw sideways glances while adjusting his cock and stopped at once when he saw the door to Reshma’s room slightly ajar. He could see Reshma inside removing her top, looking at her breasts, holding them to see if they are dry enough yet and then changing herself into another shirt.
Rodriguez saw everything. He didn’t miss a thing. There was so much hunger on his face. When Reshma returned, he was handing over the wine glass to her and said, “Refill please, if you don’t mind”. Our plan was working. “Of course Mr. Rodriguez”, my baby girl bent down to take his glass from him. She bent at such an angle that he caught the full blow view of her big breasts. “Ahem”, he cleared his throat. It must have been so dry. She came into the dining room and began to pour down another glass of wine into his wineglass. She cast a look at us and we both nodded our heads in unison to signal everything is going as planned.
Reshma went back to Rodriguez and was about to hand over the glass to him when she duped into spinning out of control by catching the leg of the couch. She landed exactly on him and the wine spilled exactly as planned around his penis area. I could see Rodriguez almost trying to hold Reshma tightly, losing control of himself. But Reshma jumped up suddenly and looked shocked, “Oh no! I’m so sorry Mr. Rodriguez. Silly me”. She ran towards the bathroom and returned with a towel. To his surprise, Reshma bent down on her knees before him, dipping the edge of the towel with her saliva and started to rub it on his pants just under his belt. I mean to say, on his penis.
It is no surprise Mr. Rodriguez is not objecting what she was doing. He was totally enjoying it. Reshma said while rubbing, “I don’t know why I am so tensed up. It’s always been this way whenever I look at you. Oh shit. Shouldn’t have said that”. He was shocked, “Huh?!” “It’s nothing, sir. I’m stupid. Forget about what I just said”, she said it, looking into his eyes, rubbing his pants over his cock now with her hands. He ran his fingers through her hair softly, inviting her to rub his cock openly. The wine must be working its effects on him. Reshma still looking into his eyes, slowly opened his pants zipper and pulled out his cock.
It was so huge and dark. I must say, looking at his cock from the closet, I knew Rodriguez does his workouts. “This is not going to lead to your benefits. Understood? I am not going to exempt your fee”, he demanded Reshma while she was holding his cock in her chubby palms and softly massaging it. Slowly pulling his pants down, so that he was naked from his butts to knees, she replied, “I want nothing else from you Mr. Rodriguez except your hard dick inside my pussy. But first, it has to be inside my mouth.” Reshma spat a big amount of spit onto his dick, spread it across his cock until it’s nice and wet, then plunged her mouth onto it, licking and sucking it like a mad dog.
“Oh God. Suck it, bitch. Yes, mmm. Suck my dick”, he began to moan in pleasure. Reshma looked so hungry sucking his dick. I could see how badly she wants this heist to succeed. She doesn’t want to lose out her chance of escaping from her expensive fee. “Oh yeah? Do you like what I am doing to your dick sir?”, she was teasing in between the spectacular sucks. I can hear her mouth strokes. “Yes, Reshma. You fatso. I like how your fat mouth is filled with my dick. Now suck on it hard and deep”, he was so excited, I can see it in his face. His eyes were closed and his hands still running through her hair, pushing her face closer and pulling it away from his cock. I sensed Prakash’s hands on my boobs. I slapped them away and shushed him. I don’t want to get this act to be spoiled in any manner.
Reshma hadn’t stopped to blow his cock for at least 20 minutes. “Oh my God. I can’t believe I’m giving a blowjob to you Mr. Rodriguez. Your cock is so big”, she was teasing him. She then all of a sudden got herself up from his cock and started to undress. Rodriguez copied her. He too stood up in a swift motion and undressed quicker than Reshma. Both of them were standing facing each other. Reshma then said to him, “Lick my pussy, will you?” He replied, “Are you kidding me? This is my chance. And you are going to pleasure me. Not the reverse. So you better get down on your knees in doggy style position so I can fuck your brains out”. When Reshma didn’t budge, apparently shocked with his rude attitude, he made her buckle down into that position. “Mr. Rodriguez, you are hurting me”, she was hurt by his manners.
Prakash was so angry, he wanted to stomp out and give that bastard a hard time. I calmed him down, reminding him our plan which controlled him somehow. Rodriguez pulled her skirt upwards and was saying, “Haha. Poor chubby bitch. You thought you could get away with this?” He was holding her butt cheeks, as she was in her doggy position. He suddenly slapped her butt cheeks, which made them turn red. “Ouch”, Reshma winced. “You are mine today. And if try to utter a single word to anyone about this, I will see your end”, he warned her and slowly inserted his black monstrous dick into her pussy. “Ah!”, Reshma uttered her typical painful moan. That moan means that the dick is hard enough to create chaos inside any cunt. I was excited.
He started to give her intense and heavy thrusts. Reshma was in absolute pain and pleasure both at once. I could see the pleasure in her eyes, and yet pain in the biting of her lips with her teeth. “How do you like it bitch? How do you like your teacher’s dick in your pussy!” He was teasing her menacingly. Reshma was now shouting in pain clearly. “Please.Mr. Rodriguez slow down. I am in pain”, to which he paid no heed. He fucked her like a monstrous beast. His dick was completely inside her pussy. He was fucking so hard, I could sense what a pleasure I could have for myself. “It’s time”, I said to Prakash and slowly opened the closet door and came out. I adjusted my burka so that I have to look as if I just came here from some work.
“Oh, God. Please spare me”, Reshma was shouting loud in pain. Rodriguez was sneering and said, “I heard your parents are from different religions. Both those Gods and not even my God can save you now honey.” He didn’t even pause for a break. All he did was heavy thrusting. Doesn’t his dick hurt even a little bit from all that stroking? I wondered while gently sneaking into the living room. I was standing just behind them after a while. I could see how hard he was fucking my little girl. He kept on barking after each stroke like a dog, “Fuck, yeah. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.” Reshma cried, “Please sir. Leave me”. “No way bitch. You will get what you deserve from me, you chubby piece of … what the fuck. Shit”, he caught the glimpse of me standing him, and he jumped away from Reshma. He pulled a cushion from the couch and tried to cover his privates.
“What’s happening?”, I said through my burkha-clad mouth. Reshma came to me hugged me and started to cry. She held me and cried, “Save me, mom”. She also whispered in my ear ever so lightly, “Plan is working. Now punish his dick before giving him the final blow mom.” I patted on her back and said, “You go inside Reshma. I will take care of this piece of shit”. We shared a quick secret smile before Reshma hurried to her father. “Let me explain the situation, ma’am. Your daughter …”, he was about to explain something when I stopped him right there and began to fake-cry in loud wails. “Oh, Allah! What have you down to my family! Oh God, no!”, my face was luckily covered by my burka. He thought I was really crying, but he couldn’t see that I am actually smiling.
“Ma’am please don’t. I can explain. It’s nothing. Oh shit”, he was out of words. “I am going to complain to your college about this right now”, I began to turn around towards the main door, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. He pulled around to him and began to plead, “Please wait a minute. I’ll give you anything you want. Please don’t let my reputation spoil. Please ma’am. Spare me, dear ma’am”. I looked straight into his eyes. “You are going to exempt my daughter’s fee”, I said it plain and simple. He was silent for a while. Then he replied, “Oh my God! I just can’t do that one thing. It’s not within my limits to do such a thing.” I kept on looking into his eyes, I am still aware of him being naked. “So you can’t do anything?”, I asked for one last time. He shrugged and said, “Really. I can’t.”
I took his right hand, placed it on my heavy boobs. His heart must have been pounding hard against his chest. I could feel it in the pulse of his hand. “I don’t understand”, was all he could muster to what I just did. “You still don’t understand?”, I said again, looking into his eyes still. Then I removed the burka from my face. He got to see my face for the first time. I knew he lusted after me right when he looked at me. My face has the knack of doing it to the men. “I…I..”, he ran out of words. His hand was on my boob and still, he was controlling himself for some apparent reason. I didn’t want to waste any more time. I took his other hand, slipped it inside my burka from below.
He was shocked to find out that I wore nothing inside my burka. I was completely naked. He started to caress my thigh and slowly began to move his hand towards my cunt. I stopped his hand with mine and said, “Only if you do what I asked you to.” He knew it was an order. Weakly, he said, “Ok”. And he started again to run his hand over my pussy. I stopped him again. “Do it first”, I demanded. He groaned and pulled his phone out of his pants pocket, while was lying on the floor. He quickly logged in to his online account of the college, meddled with few options on the screen and finally changed Reshma’s status as ‘Paid fee’ from ‘Yet to pay’. I was finally convinced. “Ok? You happy now?”, he said to me, chucking his mobile away onto the couch.
“You so want to fuck me right now, don’t you Mr. Rodriguez? Well, I am all yours now”, in one quick motion, I lifted my burkha over the top of my head and stood completely naked in front of him. His eyes were not enough to take in all the beauty I was offering him. He moved closer to me and kissed me hard on my lips. I had to admit, I too wanted to fuck him so badly, looking at his naked body from the closet while he was fucking my Reshma. I kissed him back harder than he anticipated. I pushed him back onto the floor and sat on the couch and ordered him, “Suck my pussy.”
He licked my pussy like a dog. He refused to do the same to my daughter, but he can’t say no to her momma. My pussy was already oozing with my pre-orgasm. “Lick it up nice. Mmm. Yes.”, I started to enjoy. After few minutes, I realized I could hear some noise from the dining room. I threw a quick shot at the dining room closet and I know for sure that Prakash was giving a good time to his daughter Reshma. I felt happy, thinking of how he must be fucking my baby in that tight closet. I know he is talented enough to figure out a way. I wanted to join them soon. Then I came back to my senses and pushed Rodriguez away from my pussy. He fell down. “What the fuck?”, he said in anger. “Just shut up and lie down on your back”, I demanded him. He obliged silently.
I slowly crept on top of him and started to kiss his face. He began to play with my boobs with one hand and trying to push my ass towards his dick, which is a sign that he wants his dick inside my cunt. I smiled to myself and lowered my pussy down and in seconds, my hot pussy engulfed his dick. Like a cowgirl, I jumped up and down on his cock, holding down my curly hair from falling onto my face. “Oh my God. Yes. You are the best”, he began to moan. “Oh yeah? Well people say that to me always”, I replied him, while fucking him. I began to twirl his dick in round circular motions with my cunt, which seems to arouse him more as well as causing my clitoris absolute pleasure. “Do you know now why they say I am the best in bed?”, I asked him coyly.
“Because you are a Muslim”, he said sheepishly. I stopped and slapped him hard on his cheek. I was so angry that he brought up my religion into all of this. “I’m sorry”, he apologized with a guilty face. I was so angry, I wanted to hurt his dick so bad. I started to jump on his dick so rough and hard, he couldn’t himself from the pleasure and pain. “Oh, Reena. What are you doing to me? This is the best sex I have ever had”, he was shouting out louder by then. I jumped hard and hard and hard on top of him. My tits were bouncing like two loosely tied down balloons. My eyes were closed out of the pleasure, so were his.
I was about to cum finally when I felt his sperm explode into my pussy. He shouted, “God! Yes!!” I too reached my orgasm before I let out, “Ya Allah!” He didn’t speak a word after the act. I quietly wore my burka back on and started to comb my hair using my hands. He was back in his usual clothes and said, “I’m not even guilty of giving Reshma an exemption from her fee. You gave me one hell of a time. Thank you, Reena.” “Get out now”, I said to him without even looking at him. After he left, I slowly went to the dining room and opened the closet door. Prakash was licking Reshma’s pussy happily and my baby was giggling away with joy. “Come out you both. And let me join in the action for God’s sake”, I said smiling, looking at the happy face of Reshma. She will be a graduate soon!
Bye diary. See you next time.
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Dear Diary, I have thought long and hard about whether I wanted to have a record of my exploits, my conquests, my down right dirty fucking sex life, and I concluded that, when I am old, I want to be able to look back on this moment in my life and be jealous of my younger self. I mean, I may only be 23 now, pretty in an effortless way, but one day I won’t be, you know, and I might like to reminisce. Oh Diary, where or where do I even begin to tell you about life? Do I start from today moving...
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EroticThe last time I remember having used or even seen my old diary was about four years ago, after my husband and I got married and found a new home. It was a new start for me; I did not feel the need to have to mark down every single event of my married life. I was on a path into a new territory, and I would remember everything. Every minute, day, and occurrence, every happy moment, probably every bad moment, too, everything would get imprinted in my memory. Or so I thought. Years went by and I...
EroticBad things happen when you cheat. Dear Diary. March 18th 1985: Dear diary, well it finally happened. Two weeks after our anniversary and I cheated on my husband. Funny, Roy talked to me about having kids again just yesterday. I am glad I took the pill today. Branden came a lot…. I don’t know what Roy would think of his child-hood friend now that he just had amazing sex with his own wife for hours today…. But he did and his wife loved it…… March 19th 1985: Roy...
Cheating WifeWhat can happen when you cheat. Dear Diary. March 18th 1985: Dear diary, well it finally happened. Two weeks after our anniversary and I cheated on my husband. Funny, Roy talked to me about having kids again just yesterday. I am glad I took the pill today. Branden came a lot…. I don’t know what Roy would think of his child-hood friend now that he just had amazing sex with his own wife for hours today…. But he did and his wife loved it…… March 19th 1985: Roy...
Cheating WifeI was satisfied once my son’s bottom was a bright and rosy pink, and he was quaking and shivering after the spanking I gave him. My daughter stood next to him. Her panties and shorts were around her ankles, and her well-padded behind was offered up to me submissively. I couldn’t see between her slightly parted butt cheeks the way I could Michael’s pert little ass. Courtney had a perfect bubble butt just like mine. She has curly blonde hair, but in many ways, we look very similar in the...
"Raaaaaaaaaab!" My wife's shrill voice cut through the damp basement air. Geez, it's as if she had dropped a brick on her toes while in the middle of saying my name. I answered quietly, but it didn't matter what I said because it was a reply so low she couldn't hear me. I remember when I enjoyed the soothing sounds of her voice, but today the sultry voice had been replaced by that of one with the same jarring noise to my senses as fingernails sliding down a chalkboard. "Raaaaaab, have you...
The handwriting on the note was from my son. He was probably the only one with the audacity to snoop in my room and challenge me. I assure you that when I walked up to his room, I was calm and collected. I thought it may be a simple matter of demanding the return of my diary and my sex toy. I did not believe that Michael would dare push me on the issue when I strode up to his room. I was more than willing to lay off of him and not spank him again – at least for a while. I assured myself that...
*** James and Chrystal have been living in a small bungalow in a quaint country village. Angela, James' ex-wife, had left them for April, the new Zumba instructor in the next city over. They've been on their own for a few years now. They have a regular Daddy Daughter relationship, or do they? "Morning Daddy," Chrystal said as she entered the kitchen. Looking beautifully sexy in her skinny jeans and white T-shirt that clung to her 34DD boobs. "Morning Angel" James replied, kissing...
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...
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...
EroticDear 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...
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, Giggles and whispers filtered through into my recurrent dream staring The Devil’s Dick. His big black penis stood fire hose stiff as I tore the wrapper off the extra large condom I took out of my purse. As I rolled the slippery latex sheath down his extraordinary erection, I was delighted to find it fit perfectly right down to its base. I cranked his seatback lower, whipped my jeans and panties off, swung my left leg over and straddled him. I centered the head of his penis...
Black Book Diary Entry Christine is the wife of my dentist, been going there since forever. She used to be a model and you can tell that she once was by how beautiful she still is now. No one would disbelieve that truth about her. They’d just have to look at her. She fell in love with ‘The Doctor’, which is how she always refers to her husband as, never calling him by his name, Robert or Bob or Rob. She never calls him anything but Doctor, whenever they are in public. I always wondered if she...
Here’s an entry from my personal sex diary. Enjoy. – Saturday night, I’ve been drinking it up all night, it was about midnight. I didn’t want to go home, but was REALLY craving some action to finish my night. I went down to the porn shop which is two block from my place. I was walking my mini skirt looking like a total hooker walking down the street lol. This was my second visit here, I bought toys here last time and remembered they had a video arcade in the back so I figured I’d explore it. I...
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...
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...
Cheating23/09/2016 Dear diary, I do realize how stupid it is for me to write in a diary. I mean, no one does it anymore in this day and age. And now that I think of it, I was born in a world where social media and the Internet had already become mainstream. I don’t remember ever using an Ethernet cable. Wifi was something I had always take for granted. A time without wireless internet? I can’t believe it. But we’re getting off topic. The reason why I bought you from the university bookstore was...
College SexDear 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 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...
Dear Dirty Diary I turned forty-seven in December and for the first time in my life, felt a need to record my most personal thoughts and actions. My husband told me it would put everything into perspective and pointed out that someday when I'm old and gray, I'll have these memories to cherish. Of late, I have been hopelessly preoccupied with matters of the heart. In particular, urges of a sexual nature have bordered on becoming an obsession. I'll be the first to admit that my desire had waned...
Dear 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...
Disclaimer all characters in this story are fictional and are over 18 years old. Daddy's Daughter's diary chapter 2The story so farCrystal writes a diary hoping her Daddy will read it and know her true feeling for him! James looked up at Chrystal ,he quickly pulled her hands from his face and pushed her away .“No Chrystal , it's not right!” James cried. Jumping off the bed, tucking his now limp cock in his trousers he ran from the room.“I am going to work, I will see you later. I love you as a...
Dear Diary #1You will never believe what happened today. Jimmy Johnson actually tried to kiss me. I was so disgusted that I almost hurled on him. I mean come on, if you are going to try to kiss a girl, at least take a shower that week and use a breath mint or something. I was pushing him away, and thankfully my br0ther was watching out for me, so he dragged the jerk away before he got anywhere. Thank god, I want my first kiss to be something special, not some gross jerk f0rcing himself on me.I...
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...
Please read the writer’s guidelines before adding chapters. A diary gets released onto the internet as everyone finds about the deepest, darkest, most private secrets that were once locked away in a diary. Perhaps they’re an egotistical jock who will finally be taken down a peg, or maybe they’re a pop star being controlled by her label, finally able to free herself and be free. Whoever it is, I wouldn’t envy them, and yet... maybe I would? This is clearly a new thing I’m trying. It’s similar to...
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,...
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 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...