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The Visitor Monica's Diary July 1, Saturday I brought up the dilemma of Timothy's necessary accommodations to Nathan over supper on Friday night. "According to Rachel Berry, he sleeps in the girls' room or in one by himself. That means the boys camp out during the summer and sleep in the living room when it turns cold, or we give him our bedroom." "And you sleep on the sofa and I on the floor." Nathan chewed both on his food and those possibilities for a few...
The Visitor / Monica's Diary: Sunday, July 16 We were all moving a bit more slowly this morning than we usually do on a Sunday. We'd had considerably less sleep than we normally get on a Saturday night, and we hadn't had our customary time of preparation the evening before the Lord's Day. We felt uneasy and as if we were somehow running to catch up. When we gathered for breakfast, the girls and I immediately noticed how Timothy was dressed. We had expected the wig, another botched...
The Visitor Monica's Diary Wednesday, June 28 One of the advantages to Nathan working for himself is that to some extent he controls his own schedule. This allows him to knock off a little early on Wednesdays so that he can get home in time for us to leave in time to get to prayer meeting. If he gets home at 5:00, we eat and leave at 6:00 to be sure of arriving at 7:00 when the service begins. If he doesn't get home by 6:00, then I take the kids myself. When that is the case, most...
The Visitor Skyla's Diary Wednesday, June 28 Dr. Norfleet brought this journal to me today. The cover is hot pink, and the edges are all shiny like on a fancy leather Bible. Inside, the pages are all lined with a place at the top for a date and another one at the bottom for a page number. Best of all, on the presentation page, she wrote: "To a pretty girl named Skyla from her friend Olivia". I was glad to see her. On both Monday and Tuesday these women came from the Henson's...
The Visitor / Monica's Diary: Friday, July 14 I awakened this morning just after three o'clock. I got up to go to the bathroom, but when I did, I heard noises coming from the direction of the kids' rooms. I immediately changed course and, listening as I went, drifted into the living room. The sounds were coming from Timothy's bedroom. I could hear his voice through the door, mumbling. My first thought was that in addition to Dr. Van Norfleet's diary, Rachel had supplied him with a...
The Visitor Monica's Diary: Thursday, July 6 I must have given Timothy an exam over every subject for which I had a standardized test. After church last night, I stayed up past midnight scoring them all. According to everyone with whom I've spoken, he is supposed to be going into the 10th grade this fall, but I don't know. He scored worse than half of all homeschoolers tested in each of his core subjects. In terms of actual grade level, his reading, writing, and computational skills...
Introduction: Tiffany Meets Monica On Vacation I want to start out by saying that ALL of my stories are written for my best friend Monica. They all were specifically written for her and Im now sharing them as she believes theyre worthy of being posted. Its mid-October of senior year, with the smell of fall break in the air, time for several friends and me to head cross country for the week. We decided we wanted to go somewhere memorable and have an unforgettable experience. There had been a...
Monica's Diary: Thursday, July 13 Sometimes life goes by so fast I simply cannot keep up. Here it is Thursday, and it seems a million things have happened. I can see now why so many people have those smart phones. There's no time to write down your experiences. The best you can do is video them while they're happening. After what transpired Monday morning, I thought I would use Monday night to explore my feelings. It's not every day that one of your children grows up before your...
The Visitor Monica's Diary Tuesday, July 4 "Consternation to the enemies of the Republic! God save the United States of America!" This is how Nathan usually greets the holiday, after he has awakened us by firing a blank black-powder charge from a miniature cannon he took in payment for some carpentry work many years ago. He always takes this day off and always uses it to catechize the children on the Declaration of Independence. Hannah has memorized the preamble paragraph, the...
The Visitor Monica's Diary Monday, June 26 Finally, I got some sleep. What has always been a day of rest for me and mine began close to 1 a.m. and did not end until 11:00 last night. I had of course prayed that Grace would vote to let us take Timothy and that Family and Protective Services would approve us as foster parents, but I had hoped that Nathan and the children would be present when we informed our new family member. To be honest, I had hoped that Nathan would be the one...
The Visitor Monica's Diary Friday, June 30 It was during the mid-morning of our summer reviewing when we heard the car on Old Muddy. We all froze in place listening as it got nearer and nearer. "Wow," Mark said. "Traffic two days in a row; it's getting crowded out here." He was referring to the fact that yesterday we had heard two cars in the middle of the afternoon. Those two had stopped at some point, and the entire faculty and student body of Henson Prep School, as we...
The Visitor / Skyla's Diary: Monday, July 10 Just when I think it can't get any worse with these people it does. Old man Henson threatened to kick me out yesterday if I didn't go to church with them. Well I went, and they must have been planning this like forever, because every sermon, every song, every prayer was aimed right at me. Everything was God's will this and God's will that, and if you don't do just exactly everything God wants just exactly perfect, you go to Hell. And they...
Monica's Diary Sunday, June 25 The responding nurse called another nurse who called the resident on duty. He walked in looking bleary eyed and rumpled, took a quick look at Timothy and then at the iPad thing, had the nurses disconnect a couple of tubes and one monitor, and then just kind of staggered out, back to bed I assume. Timothy was thirsty and hungry. The nurses were happy to give him ice water but said that since the kitchen was closed, they had no food to give him. I...
The Visitor Monica's Diary: Sunday, July 9 Nathan was right about us needing to pray more for Timothy. Before our Friday experience with Bobbye and her friends, Timothy had been somewhat grateful to have been rescued from death, a bit less grateful to have been brought into our home from the hospital and jail, and barely grateful to be allowed to wear feminine clothing in our home and at church. After our meeting with Kylie, Timothy seemed, for the few minutes of our ride over to...
The Visitor Monica's Diary Sunday, June 18 This morning, like every Sunday morning, began last night. I don't mean the taking of baths, the laying out of clothes, and the getting to bed early enough to get a good night's sleep merely. Saturday evening family devotions are usually longer and call for more personal introspection than most nights of the week. Nathan reads the Bible aloud--three chapters a night and five on Sunday--and either explains or questions us about it as he...
The Visitor By School Belle Monica's Diary Friday, June 9 The phone rang before 8 o'clock this morning. Nathan was long gone for work, and I hadn't gotten the kids up yet. Letting them sleep in during the summer usually gives me time to do some actual praying, planning, and organizing for the day. Since I normally do this outside, weather permitting, it took me a little while to reach the phone. When I finally did get to it, the caller had hung up. At that moment I kind of...
The Visitor Monica's Diary Saturday, June 10 Since we didn't have to schedule an appointment to see Timothy, Nathan slept in till 8:00 o'clock. I got up at my usual hour and packed everyone's lunch. The plan was to leave around nine or so and get to Amarillo in plenty of time to find the sheriff's office/jail and learn what procedures we had to go through to see Timothy. We would have lunch in a park we liked after the first visit, do all our shopping, and then see him first thing...
The Visitor Skyla's Diary Wednesday, July 5 I can't believe how lame these people are. They say they want to help me, then they do everything to mess my life up. Yeah, they got me out of jail, but they should have never turned me in in the first place. If it hadn't been for them I wouldn't have been there to get my head caved in and my hair hacked off. I wouldn't have had to go to the hospital and have all those old Amish types gawk at me every day. And their idea of clothes is...
The Visitor Skyla's Diary June 29, Thursday Another granny from Grace Church showed up. When I first saw her, I thought she was Mexican. Turns out she's some kind of Native American. She told me the tribe, but who pays attention to that stuff. Anyway, she comes in and asks if I'm Skyla. I say 'yes', she smiles a little, tells me her name--something goofy--and then she sits down on the sofa. I brace myself for the usual questions, but she says nothing. She opens her purse, pulls out...
Monica's Diary Thursday, June 15 Cynthia called again, this time in the afternoon. The boys were down by the creek "prospecting for Skylas" as Mark put it. I do often wonder what had become of Garrett and do pray that they wouldn't find him face down anywhere, though I have the feeling from what Timothy has told us about Garrett that he is one of those individuals who like a cat always manages to land on his feet no matter what the situation. The girls and I were weeding the...
Monica's Diary: Friday, July 7 After clearing our visits to Amarillo with Nathan last night, we packed our lunches and laid out our clothes. He did point out the need for more prayer on this matter, since we were now placing Timothy into the hands of what he called the "system." I must confess that at first, I did not understand what he meant. "It's not like we're taking Timothy to a physician to diagnose the meaning of physical symptoms," Nathan said as we were getting ready...
Introduction: He learns a lot by invading his moms privacy. His Mothers Diary -1- Ahh yeah, yes! Curt was furiously jacking off in the shower, thoughts of Mirandas big, juicy butt slamming down on a big, black cock. Yes! He thought back to that night he peeped into her bedroom, the sounds of sex waking him. He saw Miranda, her back to the door, riding a hugely muscular black man in her bed. Shock turned to anger, anger turned to interest, then interest turned to arousal. Wow, he whispered...
-1-“Ahh yeah, yes!” Curt was furiously jacking off in the shower, thoughts of Miranda’s big, juicy butt slamming down on a big, black cock.“Yes!” He thought back to that night he peeped into her bedroom, the sounds of sex waking him. He saw Miranda, her back to the door, riding a hugely muscular black man in her bed.Shock turned to anger, anger turned to interest, then interest turned to arousal. “Wow,” he whispered as he watched her, hypnotized by her ass. Unable to look away, he was getting...
-1- “Ahh yeah, yes!” Curt was furiously jacking off in the shower, thoughts of Miranda’s big, juicy butt slamming down on a big, black cock. “Yes!” He thought back to that night he peeped into her bedroom, the sounds of sex waking him. He saw Miranda, her back to the door, riding a hugely muscular black man in her bed. Shock turned to anger, anger turned to interest, then interest turned to arousal. “Wow,” he whispered as he watched her, hypnotized by her ass. Unable to look...
Synopsis: This could be fiction, There are sections that dwell on sexual domination; By my definition a joyous state of mind, should you disagree with my perspective, by all means go elsewhere and DON'T READ ON !! Dear Diary - ForwardMy name is Danial Martin, Dan. How we got here is and isn't really all that complicated, think of it as a some what normal evolution of events, more than a social experiment, but it's more something I just stumbled into perhaps, or was I cleverly led,...
This Diary is the property of Sally Straw PRIVATE! KEEP OUT! May 5: Dear Diary, I'm ten today! Can you believe it? I don't feel any different and I sure don't look different. I'm almost done with fourth grade. I'm so sick of Mrs. Beaner that I can't stand it any more. Fifth grade should be so much cooler. I hope I start to 'develop' before then. I think I'd like to have a boyfriend y'know? May 15: Dear Diary, I'm soooo jealous! Tammy Winter is starting to grow boobs already. And...
Thursday, January 4th, 2018 Dear diary, Fuck you. And fuck you too, Dr. Swalley. Friday, January 12th, 2018 This is the stupidest shit I've ever done, I swear to god. Fine. Fine. For Kiera. "You don't talk much, Tony," she says. I mean, no shit. What's there to talk about? I just get mad, okay? Who doesn't? It's all bullshit. Trying to keep ahead, listening to your coworker's crap, all those fuckin' people on the road that don't know how to drive. Kiera...
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...
June 1st Dear Diary: Please excuse the messy writing; it is so hard to have good penmanship on a train. Yes, Diary, I am on a train traveling from London to York and thence to Brasethwaite Castle. I am going there for a month of Bed Training. Poppa says that all the smart people are taking it and so must I before I go away to Girton College in the fall. Momma was worried about the idea until Poppa reassured her that virginity has no value in a bride any longer. After all, my dear little nephew...
Son- 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...
Incest(Chapter Menstrual Pain Aggravate) Diary, I landed straight on my baby’s body. Though he is strong man but abrupt force-full fall of 60 Kg lady grounded him too. All due to his fault. The enormous pain didn’t allow me to think anything else. I hold my belly and rolled in floor in foetus position. Now my son too became panicky. He hold me and starts shouting—Ma’, Ma’, Ma’. He understood that he didn’t administer anti inflammatory injection in the evening, so pain triggered once again. He said-...
IncestThis diary belongs to Cody Swanson. If you find this then please return it to : 3521 Beach Road, Deerhead Harbor, Maine/Hare Island 12/8/2019 Dear Diary, Tommy was raving on and on about lights in the old Beckstein-Manor. No one believed him. I mean that building wasted away for the last century. Ever since that family of German migrants gruesomely died. At least, that is the legend. No one in their right mind would try to live there. Not to mention that it would take a...
There he is sat on my bed, my Uncle, Uncle Creep, well that's what I call him. I'm just staring in shock as he flicks through it. "Put that down, it's private," I manage to blurt out. "Don't worry, you poor little thing. I've read it right through a few times. I won't tell anyone, Vicky, isn't it?" I'm shaking in horror, my diary, my pink diary with all my secret thoughts and wishes, my fantasies, and things I've done, embarrassing things. Well how many 18 year old boys get a kick out of...
This story is papers taken out of Heather’s diary. It is a prequel to: (A Phone Call: https://xhamster.com/stories/a-phone-call-603190). You can read the two stories in any order you like._________________________________________________________________Dear diary,Today was my father’s funeral. I’m so sad that he left us. I can’t believe that we lost him suddenly like that! He was caring, tender, and kind. He was the best dad and the best man I’ve ever seen or heard about. How did he work as a...
Sophia's DiaryLastnight, I dreamed of a black horse. Upon waking, I looked in the dictionaryof dreams I keep in my bedside table, to see if there is any significanceto this particular night time vision. It seems a dream of a black horseis a dream of passion. Considering all that has happened in the past weeks,I am not surprised. Iread it again, noticing she had written those words the previous night, andslyly returned her diary to the walnut table where I had found it. It hadbeen a mere whim...
Copyright©2003 There was a young lady named Gilda Who went on a date with a builder. He said that he would, And he could and he should, And he did and it damn well near killed her. "I don't care what it says, it was wrong Carol!" My husband pulled the duvet up to his waist and settled the book on his over-sized round stomach. My anger was about to explode. "God damn it Darren - our daughter may be sexually active!" I stood at my side of the bed with my hands on my...
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...
EroticSun 10/17/04 I feel foolish writing in this book. I've never kept a diary before. I don't even like the word "diary". It is a silly word. A child's word. I think I made a new friend a little over a week ago. His name is Ricky. I am writing this on his advice. He says it will help me cope with my emerging feelings. So, here I am, trying out his advice. It can't hurt, right? Okay then, here it is. These first entries will be very long Dear Diary. So many new sensations, longings,...
Diary of my emergence Susanna says: This is how lucky I was with my neighbour, it could've been so much worse. Where is this club I talk about, well if I told you then I'd probably start losing money to more competition! Monday Dear Diary, over the weekend my whole life changed, things shifted ever so slightly away from my normal routine. My dear diary, although I was really scared at first, once things happened I was in absolute heaven. It all took place on Friday night. I...
Chapter four: My diary Wednesday August 23, Dear diary, I love you so much. We are going to be such good friends for ever and ever. I am going to keep your secrets and you are going to keep mine. Please forgive me if I do not know the etiquette of talking to you correctly. But I am too excited so I just have to blurt out that I just have to tell you that tomorrow we are going to take an adventure together to buy me a bra. It is going to be the utmost greatest day of my life and I...
On Wednesday, February 28, 2018, 11:55:15 PM GMT, Kirsten Clarke wrote: Wednesday 28th February. My period started tonight, just before going to bed, so I'm lying here wearing one of the black, lace trimmed underskirts I sleep in, wearing a bra as a treat for an hour or so - lemon, Chloe by Boux Avenue. It's a touch tight, but I'm hoping to lose a little weight one day. Besides, when I've been fitted in the past the women have always said to wear my...
Dear diary today is April 1 and Last night I was very, very . I met this guy last night at the store and he was just drop dead gorgeous. He asked if I wanted to go for a drink and I said sex being cute. We had a couple of drinks and then we walked out back of the place. We were both hot and horny from all of the kissing we did inside. He had me up against the wall my hands were in his one large hand behind my back and then other his hand was up under my skirt and rip went my thong, his hand was...
InterracialIntroduction: This is a special chapter that is outside the flow of the storyline. I wrote it as a gift for the fans of this series, especially Rinoa, who took the time to PM me some ideas and constructive criticism, which I really appreciate and encourage. Rinoa thought there was something missing about who Clara is and how she came to be such a slut. This should help… The following diary entries have been edited for spelling, grammar and punctuation only. These entries provide some...
September 8, 2006 Dear Diary, Donny and I have been going together since we met in the fourth grade at Revelations Evangelical Elementary School. Donny was by far the most pious and devout boy there, and since I had always thought of myself as the most pious girl, we were just naturally a ‘pair.’ Both of our parents were equally god-fearing people, so they heartily approved of our relationship. But my Dad just got laid off last month and so, after all those years together at revelations and...
This story and all it contents and names are fictional.January 1st.Dear diary,This is my first diary entry ever, so I suppose I better tell you about myself. My name is Ashley, I'm 19 years old. I have long blonde hair with blue eyes. I think of myself as a very attractive girl. I like to stand in front my full length mirror and admire my naked body and of course play wife myself, I love looking at my pussy when I orgasm, sometimes my juices even spray on the mirror, I lick all my juices off my...
IncestOctober 4th I’m sorry I haven’t written in you for some time now diary but life was moving too fast. However if I’m ever going to be a writer I know I need to write in you ever single day. I know you want to know about my Daddy and me. My little sex diary.Daddy, Mama, and I had a little talk. Of course nothing about the talk was realistic. My Mama is totally clueless about what is really going on with our little family. My Daddy just wants me to stop being angry at him. I just want sex.Yes, you...
IncestMY SISSY DIARY by Throne I guess it's my own fault because I accepted that glass of white wine my wife offered me. On the other hand, I couldn't have refused it. And she knows how poorly I handle drinks. Even before she turned me into the sissy I now am, I would get giddy after just one drink. So maybe she just gave me that fatal glass of wine to amuse herself. But the result is what you're reading now, my sissy diary. Wendy's sissy diary. My male name was Wendell but she...
Kitten's Diary by Throne Monday. Okay. Marnie says I have to write in this diary, so that's what I'm doing. The other night we were talking and she wanted to know what I like about her. I didn't really think it through and said something about her big tits. I mean large breasts. She got mad because I didn't start with her smile or how smart she is. So, I tried to cover up by saying how I like that she's short, the way I am. That seemed to help. I even mentioned that I'm not a...
October 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...
FetishNovember 22, 2006 Dear Diary, This thing about Daddy, it’s gotten so weird. I mean, these feelings are just not right. I know I’ve always had them, since before I started keeping this diary. But now they are getting more and more vivid. I tried to sneak a look at Daddy naked today. I failed, because he shut his bedroom door just at the last moment. I even thought about hiding a camera in his room. I mean, it would be so hot to secretly have pictures of him, or maybe a video of him and Mom...
The 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...
Michael unlocked the door with a sigh, knowing that he had to go through with this, no matter how little he wanted to.The place still felt – even smelled – like home. He’d grown up here, after all, and upgrading to new apartments every time a promotion made it possible meant that he had never really gotten attached to anywhere else.He had to let it go, though. After much soul searching, he and his sister Paige had decided that it was ridiculous to keep paying property taxes on a house that...
IncestDear DiarybySion Sierra©I was asked to write this story by a friend. I do hope that you like it. I would appreciate any feedback you would care to give.Chapter 1I shouldn't have done it, but I had to. My daughter was acting even weirder after her Eighteenth birthday. It was only a month ago, I just figured she just thought she was a full blown adult. So here after I heard her scream she was leaving for school, I ran downstairs to give her money for her lunch. She was already gone. I entered the...
Singles - Diary of Jane Author's Notes: This story is inspired by the Breaking Benjamin's song "Diary of Jane." I will be rewording some of the lyrics in the story and want to give songwriter, Benjamin Burnley, credit. I also hope that I give his work the respect it deserves. ************ Derrick drove over to his best friend's apartment for he was so sick of not hearing back from George. George wanting to spend time alone was normal, and Derrick respected his best friend's choice...
Michael unlocked the door with a sigh, knowing that he had to go through with this, no matter how little he wanted to. The place still felt — even smelled — like home. He'd grown up here, after all, and upgrading to new apartments every time a promotion made it possible meant that he had never really gotten attached to anywhere else. He had to let it go, though. After much soul searching, he and his sister Paige had decided that it was ridiculous to keep paying property taxes on a house that...
September 1 Dear Diary, First of all, let me introduce myself, my name is Becky Ford and I can't believe I started my last year of high school today! I learned that there are over 600 students in my class, and over 2400 in the whole school, I doubt I'll ever get to know all of them, I just hope to recognize a few of them!!! They said that the senior year is the easiest one of all, I don't believe it!!! My locker mate seems nice enough, but we don't have any classes together, so I only see her a...
EroticThe doorbell then decided to ring. I walked to the door, frowning in wonder as to who that may be, since no one I knew lived around and I didn’t know anyone from around. Looking through the peephole, I saw a sweet looking blonde woman with sparkling green eyes, standing with her hands tucked into a tight pair of jeans, waiting. I smiled and straightened out my clothes. I didn’t mind getting to know that cute blonde though. I opened the door and smiled in greeting, ‘Hi. May I help you?’ I...
Dec 3 2015 Dear Diary, I love my FB friend, but I’m afraid, I’m married and he’s seven years younger. It’s hard to believe how soon everything happened, seems as if yesterday that Ajay sent me a friend request on Facebook and started chatting with me. In no time we became close, I shared my joys and sorrows with him and he did the same. This brought us so close in a year’s time that he got some courage to propose me. And even though I told him no and tried to make excuses like age and me being...