His Mothers Diary
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It is the first day of our holiday.
Master wakes in a happy mood, we are packed and ready to go, it's about anhour's drive to the airport, then a 2hr flight
to our destination. A week of sun and relaxation with some fun and trainingthrown in I'm sure.
Master releases me and inspects my breasts and nipples.
We shower, I suck his hardness and he cums deep inside me after some fast plungesinto my throat. It is never the same
when I suck him, never boring, never tedious and never too long before he releases.
We only have a quick drink before dressing and leaving for the plane. We willgrab a bite at the airport, then lunch
on the plane.
Master checks outside, the sun is shining and clear blue skies signal a perfectday.
Master has dressed me in white. White lace push up bra, white blouse; - seethru of course, white skirt; - short and lightweight and white medium heels.No underpants naturally. He banded my nipples tightly before I put on my bra.The cab arrives. He places the luggage in the boot (trunk) before opening mydoor and seating me in the back of the cab. He leans and whispers to me beforeclosing my door.
?Tweak your nipples, I want them standing out.'
I obey immediately. Pinching and twisting my nipples under the bra so thatthey stand out even more than they already
are. My breasts are still swollen from the binding last night. Master climbsinto the front seat and we are off on holidays.
I continue to play with my nipples intermittently until we arrive at the airport.Master pays the cab driver, opens my door and I step out. I glance at the seat,noticing the wet stain that I have left behind and smile to myself. Masterremoves the luggage and we make our way to check in. Once the formalities areover we grab a snack and wait in the lounge for the boarding call. We are onlysitting for 15 minutes when the call comes and we line up to board the plane.
Master stands close behind me, the excitement is driving me wild, it makesmy nipples stand up even more and I am sure
everyone is watching. We move into the cabin, and find our seats against thewindow and center again, Master guides me into the window seat and he settlesin beside me once he has placed his bag in the locker over-head. He is smilingat me; we buckle up and settle back for the flight.
The plane is barely in the air when Master leans over and rubs his hand betweenmy legs. I am very wet, and his fingers easily slide along my pussy lips. Hepulls my right leg over towards him and I open them up wide for him, his fingerspush
further inside me, I lean my head on his shoulder as he explores my wetness.He pushes hard, at least three fingers are deep inside me as I hold my breathand clench my hands. He pulls out, licking his fingers of my juices and settlingme back
in my seat. I try to calm my breathing, looking out the window I feel his armacross my chest, his hand sliding inside my blouse as he searches for my nipple.His fingers find my left breast and release the nipple over the top of my bra.He tugs it and pinches it as I bite down on my lip.
The steward moves along the aisle asking if we need drinks, Master waves himon as his hand continues to explore. My arms are by my side, legs still openbut with Master leaning over me, all that is visible from the aisle is my head.
He finds and releases my other nipple. He pulls and twists it as well and Ibite again on my lip.
Master sits back, removes his jacket and lays it across my lap. He reachesinto a pocket removes and pushes the silk
cloth in my mouth. I close my lips together hard, knowing that this can onlymean one thing.
Master reaches into the jacket again, producing a medium size black butt plug.It is rubber and not detected by security.
He places his arm behind my lower back, hand towards my cheek and lifting myarse slightly off the seat he pushes the plug under me. I try to assist withoutmaking any noise and after some forcefulness, my arse is jammed full and Iam panting quietly into the gag.
Again he reaches into the jacket. This time he hands me a dildo. It too isrubber, feels reasonably solid and it is huge. Not only is it long, but verywide as well and I am aghast as Master places it in my hand and pushes my handunder the jacket.
He pulls my head over gently and whispers in my ear.
?You are to fuck yourself now Sub. There is to be no noise.. but do not ceaseuntil I tell you. If you feel the urge to orgasm,
stop for 5 seconds and start again.'
I stare at him eyes wide open.
?If I do not feel you are going hard enough, then I will assist you.'
He pinched and twisted my nipple hard, as I squealed under the gag.
I slowly reached under the jacket and under my skirt. My pussy was well lubricatedas I shuffled it towards the edge of the seat and began to insert the dildo.It was very wide and I had to push in and out a few times before it finallymoved inside me. I gasped as the huge, hard object pushed inside me, touchingagainst the butt plug as I gently guided it inside.
I pulled it outwards; the sensations flooding over me were electric. Masterwas watching as my eyes rolled back and I breathed deeply through my nose.Again I inserted the monster cock and pulled it out, slightly quicker. Masterpinched and twisted.. I rose on my seat with a start, my ?ouch' muffled bythe gag.
?I said fuck yourself, now do it.' He growled at me.
I rammed the cock deep inside me and pulled it out. My hips rose up off theseat as I rammed it in again and again. After
creating a rhythm I could feel that the orgasm was building, so I stopped fora break, counted 5 and started again. Faster
and faster I pushed it in and out, hearing my juices squelching as they leakedout. Three or four times I started and stopped, my heart beating almost outof my chest, terrified that I would be caught. Master was leaning across thewhole time, one arm around my shoulders, the other inside my blouse.
I stopped again when the orgasm was almost on me, Master pulled my head closeagain.
?Push it right in Sub.' I obeyed, and he kept whispering into my ear?
?Do it?pull it out and push it again? Ohhh?.. yeahhh, it is building up inside
you my Sub? you can feel it? keep fucking
yourself, in and out?. that's right, faster Sub? faster?'
I obeyed him, pumping faster and faster as my muscles tightened and I was onthe edge. I stopped again. He grabbed a nipple and twisted hard.
?Come on Sub? you can do it, keep fucking my sweet Sub? keep going?. Faster,
come on? faster I said..' he was almost growling at me, his voice deep and soft.
He was twisting so hard while he was talking to me I was losing total controlof where I was. My body was jerking, I was thrusting the huge wide cock deepinside and out then deep down again as he encouraged me.
I moaned loudly as the orgasm came, he pulled my head down onto his chest,continuing to twist and pull on each nipple,
stifling my moans and hiding my convulsions as the waves hit me.. My juicespoured out, the seat was soaking wet under
me as my body went limp against his chest and I heaved for breath. He heldme for a few seconds before gently tucking
my nipples under my bra, leaving just enough of the darker skin showing whilethe bound points of my nipples tried
to push their way through the material.
?Leave it inside you.' He stopped my arm as I went to remove the dildo.
I obeyed, pushing it inside me and sitting up on the seat.
The plug and the dildo were pressed together inside me, my pussy was swollenand numb from the fucking that it just
received, but the moisture remained.
Master ordered us drinks as the mainland came into view. I gathered myselftogether, leaning back in my seat and
trying to relax. It was very hard to sit and look calm while my holes werefull as Master wished. He took the gag and slipped
in back into his pocket.
?We are almost here sub, reach into my jacket, there is a thong for you to wear,
put it on and leave your friends in
their place until we are at the motel.'
I obeyed him, sliding the thong over my legs and under my arse, making surethat the plug and dildo were secured by
the thin piece of material between my legs. We finished our drinks; and preparedfor the landing.
The coast was spectacular from the air and just as stunning when we were onthe ground. The air was clear, sun shone and the temperature was warm as weleft the terminal. I was finding it awkward to walk, but Master led me along
by the arm, leaving me no time to think about my posture, or the people staringat my nipples.
The cab dropped us at our resort and from the outside it was stunning. Hugepalm trees lined the driveway. The foyer
was all marble, ceiling fans whirred overhead and the smartly dressed attendantscarried our bags to our 2nd floor room.
Master scooped me in his arms and stepped inside the room. Moving to the bed,kissing me softly he lowered me onto my
back, and lay on top of me. I opened my legs for him as his body pressed downon me, his hands exploring my body as we writhed together in a tangle of passion.
Master undid my blouse and pulled my bra upwards. My breasts popped out andhis mouth engulfed them as his hand moved down to my thong, swiftly removingit and throwing it aside.
He nibbled one bound nipple then the other, removing the butt plug and unzippinghis pants without losing momentum.
I lay there, arms spread out and eyes closed enjoying the sensual love makingfrom my Master.
He knelt up between my legs, I opened my eyes to see his cock hard and glisteningpoking from his trousers which were
creased at his knees. He put his hands under my thighs and lifted them upwards,pressing on the dildo inside my pussy
as he did. He rested my ankles on his shoulders as his fingers traced my engorgedpussy lips and down to my gaping arse.
He entered me gently and slowly, holding my legs tight and leaning forwards,as he pushed his cock inside my bowels,
looking me straight in the eyes as he fucked me. I was numb, he fucked my arseerotically, seemingly gentle, but yet
hard and fast, grunting and groaning as his pleasure built.
?Sub.. remove the bands'? he puffed between thrusts. I
obeyed, lurching my hips as the painful rush of blood seared through my nipples.
?Tweak?uhh?uhh?tweak?' He panted at me between thrusts.
I reached my nipples and twisted them both many times, moaning and thrustingwith him before he came hard inside me. Arching my back with the wonderfulsensation of his warm gift, and my tender swollen nipples.
?Agghhhhhh? Ohhhh? my?.. godddd?' He screamed out, thrusting the last of his
juice into me and collapsing into my arms.
Dinner was served at 7 in the dining room, so we had to shower and preparefor our first meal at the resort.
I was elated, Master was happy and we were clearly in love.
After dinner, we return to our room. The drapes are drawn; candles burn onthe dresser and soft music is playing through the sound system.
Master orders me to undress as he pours us a drink. I obey immediately.
He hands me my glass of wine and gestures for me to sit with him on the couch.I sit close to him; we sip our wine quietly, soaking the atmosphere of theroom. The scent from the candles is soft and so romantic.
I find my mind drifting off to this afternoon and the frantic love making thatwe had before dinner. It seemed like it was hours ago, my senses are piquedagain, and the wine relaxing me, the presence of Master is also stimulatingme.
I finish my wine, Master is still sipping his and as I place me glass on thetable he reaches his hand behind my head, pulls it to him and kisses my cheekgently.
?Kneel before me Sub. Present your nipples.'
I drop to the floor in front of him; my arms are behind my back as I push mynipples forward to him.
He takes both nipples and pinches them together. Pinching and pulling themhard as I strain to remain in my position kneeling in front of him.
He begins to band them one at a time. The bands are tight and there are manyof them. My nipples strain under the tight rubber constrictions, but when heis finished he gives them one last twist each. He sits back and admires hishandiwork.
?I have decided to change your sleeping position. You will have noticed that
this bed does not have posts, so I have had to make some adjustments.'
?Yes Master.'
I remain kneeling while he stands and moves towards the bed. He takes outthe cuffs and ropes and moves around the bed attaching rope to each cornerand placing the cuffs on top of the bed.
?Here sub.'
I stand and walk over to him. He pulls back the covers and orders me to lieon the bed. This time, I am to lie facing him, my back facing outwards. I obeyhim, laying on my right side facing the center of the bed.
Master places the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. He clips my wrists togetherand places them under the pillow at my head. Pulling the bed away from thewall, he ties the rope tightly to the center leg at the head of the bed. Thispulls me slightly towards his side, so he loosens the rope and pulls it throughthe center leg, back through my cuffs and down to the outer leg of the bed.He pulls my shoulder through so that I am lying more towards my stomach. Heties off the rope.
My right nipple is squashed and hurting as I wriggle to find a comfortablespot.
Master moves to the foot of the bed, he stuffs a pillow under my thighs, raisingmy arse upwards slightly as he pulls my right leg to the far corner of thebed, causing me further onto my stomach and I squeal out with the pain. Myleft leg is tied off to the center leg of the end of the bed. I am virtuallyflat on my stomach. My head is squashed into the pillow, turned to face Mastersside of the bed. He removes the pillow, gags and masks me as I still squirmto find comfort.
The first whack hit me with a loud crack. I stopped dead, holding my breathas more and more rained down on me. I had no idea what he was using to whipme, but the stings were intense and the whacks were numerous. I bit into mygag and muffled my screams as they continued to rain down on me, my bum cheeks,
thighs, between my legs, my feet, my claves were all thrashed over and overfor a long time. He stopped and rubbed my red skin, his fingers exploring mysopping wetness and fingering my hot arse. I could feel
his breath, blowing on me, soothing and cooling the welts. He began to lickme, my arse and leaning down his head pressed between my legs as my hips roseslightly to meet him. He licked at my juices, I strained for him to go furtherbut he did not. I was still sobbing softly, recovering from the thrashing hehad dealt me.
He stood and belted me some more, these were slower strokes, and the weaponfelt larger, perhaps a paddle, but the pain was still intense. My arse wasgoing numb, the welts were taking more and more pain as he lashed at me, Ijust lay there, bound tightly to the bed, my nipples tortured under my weightas Master had his way and his pleasure with my body. I wanted him to stop thepain, I wanted him inside me and as
if reading my mind, he stopped. He moved away and I felt nothing, heard nothingexcept my heavy breath as I groaned into the gag, desperate for him to continue.The bed is wet under my head where I have dribbled from the gag. My pussy feelsswollen and engorged, my clit is hard and hurting from the need to explode,how I want him to do something, but still nothing. I wriggle a bit, moan outfor him, pull against my cuffs and force my nipples even harder into the bed.Nothing.
His hand strokes my cheeks gently and I become still. He rubs the oil overmy cheeks in a circular motion, teasingly close to my crack, gently brushinga finger down as he continues his massage. Deeper and deeper he rubs, a fingermoves closer and closer to my wetness before finally sliding under and enteringmy pussy.
I groan loudly as he presses my clit and rubs it hard. My hips want to move,but I remain still, he thrusts his fingers in and out of me, rubbing hard andwithout my knowledge he lubricates the medium butt plug. His rubbing increasesin pace and the orgasm builds inside me. My breath is faster and deeper, myhips quiver in anticipation and with one thrust he plunges the plug insideme. I lurch forward on the bed screaming loudly, rubbing my nipples hard againstthe sheet as Master takes his fingers away from my pussy moves the plug inand out of my arse and moves away. I squirm violently, my arse is up on thepillow, and I want to cum badly. I am screaming to him, but he ignores my pleasand makes his way to his side of the bed.
I feel him get onto the bed, I am panting hard, wanting an orgasm, my headreeling from the plug firmly rammed inside me without notice, my nipples numbwith pain and my arse still feeling as if it is on fire.
Master leans over to me.
?Stop moving, suck it in, I want to rest. Goodnight Sub.'
I moan again, desperately trying to slow my breathing, panting hard but quietlyas master made himself comfortable.
Eventually I doze off, but Master moves during the night and I wake with astart. My breasts are agonizing, I am sure this must be doing me some damagewith my nipples tightly bound and squashed under me.
I was deeply asleep when he woke, the first I felt was his firm hand on myshoulder, pushing it upwards while his other hand rubbed my breasts. They hurtand I squealed with the pain. He rubbed hard, not speaking, just breathingheavily as I let out my tine squeals under the gag. I wondered if it was morning,my arms were stretched out as he pushed my left shoulder further upwards andmoved close.
His mouth was sucking my nipples; he licked them, kissed them and then biton each of them as I struggled to remain quiet.
He pushed my shoulder down again and lay close beside me. His hand rubbed upand down my back, pressing my nipples against the bed hard, but I did not makea sound. He reached the plug in my arse and teasingly ran his finger aroundit. I held my breath and waited. His finger moved down further, my pussy wasstill swollen and ready from earlier and the pace of breath from me began toquicken.
Gently and slowly he fingered my pussy, I strained to move my hips but hewas leaning on my back hard so I couldn't move. He didn't touch my clit, Iwas shaking with anticipation and desire, but he continued slow and gentlystrokes. My mind was going crazy as I mentally urged him to touch me. Againhe rubbed around the plug, his fingers brushing over the top of it, gentlypushing it deeper inside me. I groaned loudly for Master to fuck me but hejust gently rubbed and stroked me until he rolled over, pressing his back against
my body, and slept again.
I slept again until Master stirred in the morning. Again rolling over closeto me he pushed my shoulder.
?Hold it up there. Stay still.'
I strained to hold my left shoulder up as Master worked on my nipples again.He rubbed them hard causing me to squirm as the bands pulled against my skin.Twisting and pinching before again sucking and biting them he pressed his faceinto my chest, my arms straining against the ropes and cuffs that held me tight.
Again he moved to my arse, this time, he took hold of the plug and thrust itin and out of me hard and fast. Without warning he was fucking me hard withthe butt plug, moving to a kneeling position between my legs. He pulled theplug out and entered me hard. I moaned loudly, as my head is rammed againstthe wall and my nipples again squashed.
Hard and fast he fucked my arse, pumping in and out of me many times beforeslowing and withdrawing.
He undid my cuffs and ropes and roughly rolled me over.
?Sit up.'
I quickly sat on the edge of the bed.
?Take your mask off.'
I obey him, his voice is not happy and I am worried.
?I am sick of you squirming and wriggling around when I am using your holes.
They are MY holes remember.'
I nod.
?Well, why do you move your arse around so much then, do I have to tie you tighter?
Do I have to punish you even more Sub?'
I shake my head no, tears have welled in my eyes and I am shaking as he speaks.
?Stand. Turn and place hands on the bed. Do.. not.. move?'
He moves around the bed and returns with his thick leather belt. He hangs itin front of my face before rubbing it against my arse. He doubles it and cracksthe leather together before unleashing his anger on my rump.
I push my feet hard onto the floor, clenching my toes and fingers so as tostand still. 20 straps later, my head spins and my arse is numb. Master throwsthe strap on the bed.
?Come, shower me. At least I know you can do that properly. I will decide what
we are doing today whilst in the shower, and next time I want to use you, you
will be advised to behave. Hear?'
I nod my head; tears are running down my cheeks freely now.
I hate making Master angry, I will have to work harder for him. I remove thegag, we shower and I suck him. My arse stings under the water but Master doesnot notice. He is rough with me, pushing my head hard against his thrusts,I do not make a sound as I wash him and please him.
We dress for breakfast, Master again chooses a tight outfit for me to wear,pink top and denim shorts. My nipples are still swollen and protruding, Mastertweaks them before we leave the room so that I will gain maximum attentionin the dining room this morning.
Master chooses my light breakfast and we eat in silence.
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Dear diary, I don't normally find looking out my window to be that interesting, since all there is to see outside is my back garden, the cricket pitch over the wall, and the old people's house over the fence at the end of the garden. Today though, things got more interesting. I noticed that a new, younger family (most of them girls) had moved in with the old people next door! To think there might be pretty girls living across on the other side of the fence, sitting in their rooms...
The Diary by Andrea Lena DiMaggio Romulus, Michigan....November 23, 2016 The young man lay on his couch; another migraine courtesy of a job that promised no future other than being consigned to disappointment. It wasn't so much what he was asked to do as in what manner he was asked to perform his tasks. He heard a soft knock at the door followed by an even softer half-growl from the Weimaraner that lay next to him on the floor. He arose and walked quickly...
HistoricalDEAR DIARY I awoke on the filthy mattress and looked around the darkened room. The dim glow of the street light peaking thru the dirty slats on the windows blinds. The quick moving hoards of cock roaches skittering across the thread bare carpet. Sitting up I realized what had happened last night. There were bruises and ugly raised welts all over my aching body. My tits were in terrible pain with dried blood...
They say our lives are an open book, and there it was: Julie's diary, open on the kitchen table. Its siren call hit me in the gut, and I didn't need any Greek to understand, "Read me, Read me." I reached for it and was about to pick it up when it hit me. This was a line that maybe I didn't want to cross. It's not that Julie was terribly secretive, at least my spouse and I didn't think she was. Sure, there was stuff we didn't know about--she was a teenager, after all--but we were...
I so need to confess what I have been doing for a long time! But I will tell you, can you keep a secret? GOOD! Well for the past few months, I've been a naughty girl! I cant help it, I guess I've become addicted to it. Oh, sorry you must wonder what im talking about. Well let me tell you from the beginning. I've always been curious about my best friends, Rachel, life. We used to talk alot, but lately things have changed. Ever since she met Justin, she has been sorta well distant. Justin is her...
VoyeurFrom time to time Peggy will put a current entry to her diary in to help you understand her feelings about what has happened lately in her family and friends. And from time to time she will write a section of a Chapter. It will indicate [BY PEGGY] when that is the case. Otherwise it will be by me, John. I don't think anyone else will write any but it will indicate if that is the case. Who knows. [BY PEGGY] Dear Diary Once again I return to my diary to share my most intimate thoughts. I...
*This is the first entry reformatted. I hope you enjoy!* Diary, I had the most fantastic evening with Michael last night...I can hardly contain myself! I just have to share it with you right away; he's actually still sleeping beside me and i'm still in my fav pink teddy. You remember when i told you last week how we started fooling around last month? Well I need to bring you up to speed! Mom let Michael sleep over last weekend, so after school on Friday we stopped at his house to...
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...
My name is Dorothy and I’m nineteen and live with my mother and my stepfather. They’ve been married for the last two years. I’m home on summer break from college. Mark, who is my stepfather, is really cool and we spend a lot of time together. My mother is a nurse at the hospital. She works from three o’clock in the afternoon, until eleven o’clock in the evening. I find Mark very attractive and really sexy looking. He is 6’3” and weighs around two hundred and twenty pounds. My stepfather loves...
TabooThe longer I live, the more I believe the old adage that things are never what they seem. I am a generally easy going kind of guy, and until recently seemed to have had a fairly normal life. It appeared like I had it all. I was at the pinnacle of success, with a great job, a gorgeous wife, plenty of wealth, and a large home in the suburbs. This is my account of how my perfect life came tumbling down. But before I bring you up to present I will go back six weeks ago. It was February 2, 2014, and...
CuckoldDear Diary, I am typing this now as I’m watching my sweet hubby fucking my daughters. I took a break just now from giving a prolonged blowjob to my husband for almost 20 minutes and the bottom part of my tongue is aching from it. I wanted to relax for a bit before joining in the action, drink some water, and I also needed to give some time to my daughters to enjoy as I’m not selfish enough to have the fun all by myself. My younger daughter has already started to complain about me, blaming that...
IncestTim's Diary By R. Gold Chapter One Hey Rob, You won't believe my weekend, buddy! I had to write to someone and who best to talk to than an old college roommate? Well, I found the woman of my dreams partying in a bar in little old Seattle. What a night! What a weekend! It all started when our office went out to happy hour at the tavern around the corner from the office. Brenda, our secretary, dragged me along insisting that I take a break from the paperwork and help...
September 1 Dear Diary, First of all, let me introduce myself, my name is Jane Stevens and I can't believe I started at the infamous St Trinians school school today! I learned that there are over 600 students in the school - but only about 100 in the senior year - still 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 roommate seems nice enough, but we don't have any...
Lynn’s Diary: my travels down a road of sexual exploration… My mind is reeling; it’s hard for me to comprehend everything that happened last night. I’m lying here in bed, stark naked, and I’m not alone. (That, in itself, is front page news for me, ever since my divorce four years ago). Not only am I not alone, but the companions are in bed with me. (Yes, there are two of them…) I hardly know where to begin, as I think about how to write today’s diary entry. I look back over the last four...
HardcoreA few years ago, I moved back in with my parents. I became depressed after the man I loved (supposedly) died while touring in Afghanistan, and I needed the support. When I moved back in, I discovered just how big of a whore my little sister had become while I was away. (And how big of a slut she had been without my noticing.)One Friday night she left to attend a college frat party while mom and dad went on date night. With nothing to do so early in the evening, I decided to do some chores. I...
Dec 27, 2006 Dear Diary, Mummy has been as good as her word! She enrolled me today in a ballet school, my Christmas present from her: six months of weekly dance lessons to see if I have what it takes for that kind of life. Do I have the discipline required. The instructor is a rather handsome man in his mid-thirties or early-forties, I'd guess ... but with an athletic build and cute bum ... a dancer in his youth most likely. Not sure if he's gay. Most male dancers are, you know. He was...
Beep, Beep, Beep, Fuck, I forgot to turn that dam alarm clock off again, it’s Saturday morning. But before I could get out of my bed, Darcy came into my room wearing her white robe, and she shut it off. “Dam-it Marcy, it’s Saturday,” she said as she came over to me and sat down on my bed. She then leaned down and kissed me on my lips. I open my mouth and her tongue went into my mouth. I could tell she hadn’t brushed her teeth yet, her breath smelled terrible, but I’m sure mine was just as...
All-in-all this has been a crappy year, so when a heavy package arrived from the law firm of Holland, Scharz and Jacobs I was expecting the worst. Inside the padded manilla shipping envelope were two items. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company...
InterracialSeptember 6th 2019 was yet another amazing day with my Master.We had both taken a day holiday from work which would allow us a good 8 hours together.You arrived at mine just before 7am, let yourself in and came upstairs and slid into bed beside me. We had a very intense day together, enjoying each other in so many different ways. You even managed to push me further with my fear of needles as I experienced the beginnings of some needle play.It may have only been 3 needles that day, but I hope...
So my wife is sub lin (though she's more a slut than a sub) and this story is about a hotel party I arranged where she was the party slut and another female was her domme that night. Hotel was in Toronto, Ontario Canada. Have fun reading it.Afraid it’s been awhile since I wrote about any of our sexual adventures, with Lin now being on an amateur site and doing the odd additional adult photo or video opportunities . . . writing the stories has taken a bit of a backseat. But I’ve found a little...
Dorothy and Maude spend the week with Donald and Emma. Twice more, the four women do play together. Once in the afternoon when Donald and Emma are both out, and one night when the two older women slip out in the night, as arranged, to spend the night with Karen and Julie. The morning after that night together, all are a bit groggy at breakfast.Donald and Emma want Dorothy and Maude to stay through New Year’s, but the women say no, they want to enjoy being on the train heading home on New Year’s...
Love StoriesDear diary Sept 12 Saturday, OMG diary this is the first time I have made an entry that really feels like it means something. Today, well tonight actually mom drank almost half a bottle of wine and got really drunk. She started crying and apologizing to me but I couldn't get her to tell me why she was sorry at first. Finally she said it was because she was such a geek, and that she knows that she raised me to be such a geek too. I think that its because she's really lonely, all...
This is a different story format, is historically correct, uses real Western lanquage. and grammer. Hope you enjoy reading it. I always heard stories about how her f****y was one of the first families to settle Durango Colorado. Well my Grandma Putnam finally passed and my mother wanted me to go through all the old f****y papers and heirlooms. I started rummaging through a trunk and found an old leather binder entitled “Madam Patricia Putnam, Business Diary 1875 – 1895”. It must have been...
I’m Tom. I am a hard working senior in college with a minimum wage job and a loving f****y. I have a younger s****r that means the world to me, a mother and a father that have helped me get through all kind of tough times and help me out every step of the way. I also have four of the best friends in the world, or so I thought until I rooted through my s****r’s diary. I wasn’t just snooping around, I was worried. It went like this: I noticed that my s****r was dressing in skimpier and skimpier...
I’m Tom. I am a hard working senior in college with a minimum wage job and a loving f****y. I have a younger s****r that means the world to me, a mother and a father that have helped me get through all kind of tough times and help me out every step of the way. I also have four of the best friends in the world, or so I thought until I rooted through my s****r’s diary. I wasn’t just snooping around, I was worried. It went like this: I noticed that my s****r was dressing in skimpier and skimpier...
January 1st 2017Dear Diary,Well, I did it again. New Year’s resolution nailed within half an hour of the clock striking twelve. And why not, eh? Why set targets that take all year when you can get immediate results?It’s Saskia’s fault. This year, last year and the year before. All her. She’s a bad influence. She arranged things in advance this time - practically sold tickets. Brazen slut! She’s terrible but you’ve got to love her. You should have seen what she was wearing last night. Absolutely...
Oral SexWe were having coffee after dinner when she excused herself, with a wink, to visit the restroom. For no particular reason, I glanced at her open purse lying on the table and noticed the small pink book that said “Diary” on the cover. I sheepishly pulled it out and fanned the pages to browse its contents. My heart nearly stopped beating when I read the latest entry: "Dear Diary, I’m going out with him again this week and it is so bitter sweet. Such a sweet, generous man, but one who is very...
FetishThis is a different story format, is historically correct, uses real Western lanquage. and grammer. Hope you enjoy reading it. I always heard stories about how her family was one of the first families to settle Durango Colorado. Well my Grandma Putnam finally passed and my mother wanted me to go through all the old family papers and heirlooms. I started rummaging through a trunk and found an old leather binder entitled “Madam Patricia Putnam, Business Diary 1875 – 1895”. It must have been...
I'm Tom. I am a hard working senior in college with a minimum wage job and a loving family. I have a younger sister that means the world to me, a mother and a father that have helped me get through all kind of tough times and help me out every step of the way. I also have four of the best friends in the world, or so I thought until I rooted through my sister's diary. I wasn't just snooping around, I was worried. It went like this: I noticed that my sister was dressing in skimpier and skimpier...
I'm Tom. I am a hard working senior in college with a minimum wage job and a loving family. I have a younger sister that means the world to me, a mother and a father that have helped me get through all kind of tough times and help me out every step of the way. I also have four of the best friends in the world, or so I thought until I rooted through my sister's diary. I wasn't just snooping around, I was worried. It went like this: I noticed that my sister was dressing in skimpier and skimpier...
The following are excerpts from a adult baby diary found a few years back at a garage sale. I have no idea if it truely happened. Saturday: College is no different than the rest of my life. Because of my size, I 'm forgotten, looked over, lonely. It might be better to be a dwarf, at least they don't look like a kid, but me, I'm just little. People mistake me for an eight year old and I have to buy all my clothes in the kids department. I've always been a basketball fan,...
LILY'S DIARY June 15 I've just started work for my new employers, Mr Trent, Bill, and Ms Williams, Alison, but of course I have to just call them Sir and Madam. She's told me to write this occasional diary and assured me that I won't be punished whatever I write, although of course I would be if I spoke the same words. She's told me that it would amuse her to read about my reactions to my new life of work here but I don't understand why. I arrived last night but was excused...
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...
I don't know what to say about Barbie... Malibu Barbie, to be precise. I hadn't seen her in all those years. Memories rushed in that I'd pushed back into the recesses of my mind. Time was, I'd use it as my primo dildo. Not the head, mind you, my hole isn't that big! The feet, always feet first. Yes, both of them. Once started, I'd poke my fingers inside me and move the legs from side to side. I realized I'd absentmindedly spread my legs apart and discovered I was cupping my...
Bad 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...
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