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11/4/2011

Dear diary,

You 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 brother 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 forcing himself on me.

I glanced down at the notebook and smiled as I recalled what was happening when I last wrote that page. It had only taken half a dozen pages to figure out how to deal with my brother, so instead of destroying the entire notebook, I’d just ripped those pages out and burned them. The notebook had spent the last eight months stuffed in the back of my dresser, completely forgotten until now.

Tossing it toward the box sitting on my bed, I closed the drawer and pulled the next one open. Digging through the shirts, I could only hope my mom and Julie were right and Los Angeles had a better selection of clothing for someone my size. It was almost scary how well they got along after my parents found out we were sleeping together.

Not that we’d managed to hide it very well. I guess the way we looked at each other over breakfast the morning after our sleepover had been enough to clue my mom in. As soon as Bruce and Julie left so he could take her home, my mom cornered me and told me to make sure Julie’s parents didn’t find out about us, right before she congratulated me.

I was surprised there were no recriminations about my being a lesbian. Apparently, my lack of interest in men had my parents assuming I was a lesbian anyway. Hell, my dad had almost cried when mom quietly announced at dinner that I’d finally come out of the closet. His only concern was making sure that Bruce and I both being interested in Julie wouldn’t damage our relationship. Thankfully Bruce was smart enough to keep his mouth shut when I said I loved them both enough that I didn’t mind sharing.

Their concerns about Julie’s parents had been spot on, but we’d gotten through it. Julie’s mom had wigged out when she came home early one day and caught us in the act. I’d been worried, but Julie had sent me home saying she’d take care of it and would see me tomorrow. She would only tell me part of the deal, but as long as we both maintained our grades, her parents wouldn’t say anything about our study dates including a little sex. A couple weeks later she mentioned she was switching majors and going back to pre-med.

“Hay, midget, quit daydreaming and finish packing already. We need to get moving if we want to hit Vegas by nightfall. I need a good night’s sleep if you want to get to Los Angeles early enough for you and Julie to go shopping.”

I looked back and licked my lips as I admired my brother. The shorts and tank top did nothing to hide the muscular physique his years of training had given him. Remembering what he wanted, I tossed the shorts I was holding into the suitcase and closed it.

“Sorry bro, but there won’t be any shopping tomorrow. Julie’s parents were staying to help us get moved in and want to take us out to dinner before their flight leaves. After everything they’ve done for us, it would be rude to blow them off to go shopping.”

“They did it for Julie, but you won’t hear me complaining about it,” he replied as he picked up the box and suitcase. “I just can’t believe they bought her a condo. Our housing grants will more than cover the HOA fees and it’s a lot nicer than what we were expecting to find.”

I just shook my head as I grabbed my purse and followed him out, wondering how someone so smart could be so dumb. “We’ll still have to find jobs unless you plan on giving up food. Them buying a condo for us to live in is just a way to make sure Julie doesn’t have to work full time and can focus on school.”

“I can see that, but an apartment would have still been cheaper.”

“You’re lucky I love you so much, cause you’re a real doofus sometimes,” I sighed. “The condo won’t cost them anything, and will actually make a profit in the long run. They convinced her to give up law school, which I totally agree with, and change back to medical school. After transferring the credits she earned in high school, that’s seven more years of college just for her doctorate of medicine, and a decent apartment would run three grand a month. They spent twice what that would cost to buy the condo, but we’re maintaining it and they can sell it when we finish school. I know you’re not exactly materialistic, but do you realize how much Julie’s parents are worth?”

He just shrugged as he finished packing the van. “I know they’re both doctors, so I figured they made decent money.”

“He’s an orthopedic surgeon, and she’s a cardiologist. I don’t have exact numbers, but that condo probably ran about what her dad makes in a year and they’re paying for medical school so she doesn’t have to take out loans,” I explained. “Translation, they’re loaded, and they want their little girl to become a doctor. They accept me being with her because they’ve seen how hard we push each other to succeed. You get to come along for the ride because they figure I’ll keep you from distracting her too much.”

He had a smirk on his face as he turned, picked me up and kissed my forehead. “You’re lucky I love you so much, cause you’re a real smart ass sometimes.”

I just smiled as he sat me down and looked back at the house. “Mom and dad should be out in a minute. I told them I was going to get the rest of your stuff and they ran inside saying they had a going away present for us. Actually, dad said it was more for you, but I’d probably use it on occasion.”

I gave him a curious look as I reached through the window and set my purse on the seat. My parents had shocked me when they gave me five grand for our travel expenses, with the hint from mom that whatever was left should go into getting me a new wardrobe. We weren’t poor by any stretch, but my parents had always been frugal. Bruce’s vehicle was the newest one we owned, simply because my parents didn’t see a reason to buy new ones when the old ones worked fine.

Knowing that, I’m sure you can understand why my jaw almost hit the ground when they walked out and dad handed me a brand new Samsung S7. He was still using a Nokia 3310 that was almost as old as I was. “I don’t know what to say, but you really shouldn’t have. You use your phone a lot more than I will, so you should have upgraded yours.”

He left me speechless when he pulled the second one out of the phone holster he always wore with an amused grin on his face. “I knew you were going to say that. I didn’t actually plan on upgrading mine, but they practically gave it to me when I upgraded our plan and bought yours. You can take this as a hint that I expect to hear from you at least once a week. I know you’ll both be busy building new lives out there but try not to forget about us and remember you’ll always have a home here.”

There were tears in my eyes as I threw myself into his arms. “I could never forget about you, daddy. You’re the most important man in my life.”

I could hear his deep chuckle as he held me in his arms. “I think I’m number two, maybe number three someday if you ever find a man who measures up to your standards, but I can live with that. Your brother’s always watched out for you, but you’re going to have to watch out for each other now.”

“I will, daddy, don’t worry,” I murmured, knowing exactly what he meant. My brother’s literal mind and trusting nature could get him in trouble in the big city. “Well, Julie and I will actually. We both love him too much not to look out for his best interests.”

“I still don’t understand how that’s going to work out, with both of you dating Julie.”

There was a glint in mother’s eye as she stepped up and put her hand on dad’s shoulder. “Our son’s a lot like you are, dear. He falls asleep shortly after ten, and a train wreck wouldn’t wake him up. I’m sure the girls will find plenty of time together when he’s sleeping or at practice. Now let go of our daughter already. They need to get moving, but I want to say goodbye to my baby girl.”

She confirmed my suspicions as soon as I stepped into her arms. “Your father doesn’t need to know the truth. I can’t say I approve, but I do understand. You’ve had to face things no girl your age should have to think about and it’s changed how you look at the world. You’ll have to watch out for both of them, but don’t let that cynicism detract from the truly beautiful things in life.”

“I will, and I’ll try,” I told her as I held her tighter. “Depending on his schedule, we may not be able to make Thanksgiving, but I promise we’ll be here for Christmas, and I promise I’ll call often.”

“His schedule’s irrelevant. If you want to come home for Thanksgiving, just let us know. Having the two of you come home, even if it’s only for five days, will be worth the price of the tickets.”

I couldn’t seem to stop the tears as I held her. As much as I’d looked forward to the freedom of going away to college, I never imagined it would be so hard to actually let go. “I love you momma.”

“I love you too, baby,” she murmured before stepping back and wiping away the tears running down my cheeks. “No more tears now. This is the start of a grand adventure for both of you. You’ve already shown you can do anything if you put your mind to it. I almost feel sorry for anyone who tries to get in your way.”

I just nodded, not sure how to respond to that as she helped me into the van. The person sitting next to me had always been the source of that strength. “We took the liberty of putting our numbers into your phone, as well as Julie’s father’s number. We expect a call when you stop for the night, and when you arrive tomorrow. If anything happens on the road, don’t hesitate to call us.”

“I won’t, but I doubt we’ll have any problems. Bruce had the van serviced last month, and he’s a very cautious driver.”

“He’s transporting very precious cargo, and he knows it,” Dad said as he stuck his head through the window for one last kiss and set the box for my new phone in my lap. “Both chargers and the warranty information are in there if you need it. Just find the closest Sprint store if it gives you any problems.”

I just nodded as Bruce started the van and dad stepped back to put his arms around mom. It felt odd, waving to them as we pulled away. I knew I’d see them and the old house again, but it felt like an ending.

“Does it feel weird, knowing we won’t be going home?”

My brother chuckled and I looked over at him. “It’s a little odd, but I think you were more attached to the house than I was. That house was your sanctuary. It’s the only place you’ve always felt loved and accepted as you are. You’ll get to where you feel the same way about our new home.”

“I know, but it still feels weird to be leaving,” I sighed. “What about you, big brother? Won’t you miss Nampa? It seems you’re leaving a lot more behind here than I am.”

He shook his head as he turned us toward the highway. “I’ll miss mom and dad, but that’s about it. I had a lot of friends, but no one I was actually close to. Call me weird, but if I wasn’t out with one of my girlfriends, I preferred to hang with my sister.”

I smirked as I leaned over and put my hand on his lap. “Oh, so I came in second to whoever the flavor of the week was?”

He chuckled again as he reached down and moved my hand down his leg. “You beat all of them out, but I had to keep up appearances. Mom and dad would have killed me if they found out what we were doing. Also, no teasing while I’m driving. It’s been a couple weeks for me, and I know how easily you distract me anyway. I want to get us to Vegas in one piece.”

“That was an offer, not a tease. I’d love to give you a blowjob while you drive. If you think it’s too dangerous, we can always find a rest stop somewhere in Nevada for whatever you’d like. I just feel bad because you didn’t get to join me in saying goodbye to Julie and our parents preempted our movie nights this week.”

He actually took his eyes off the road long enough to grin over at me. “I appreciate the offer, but it might be better to wait until we get to the hotel. I won’t risk someone catching us, even if it’s just a quick blowjob in the middle of nowhere. All it takes is one person with a cell phone to ruin our lives.”

“Fine, I’ll behave until we get to the hotel,” I pouted. “I’m not sure what to do with myself now though. I figured keeping my brother in a good mood would be a fun way to make the trip go faster.”

He picked the phone up from the console and handed it to me. “I took that when you were hanging off dad so you wouldn’t drop it. You could figure out how to use it and call Julie to let her know we’re on the road. Dad got you the adapter to charge it in the car, so you don’t need to worry about draining the battery.”

“I noticed, and thank you. I was a bit caught up in the moment,” I told him as I opened the box and looked inside. Dad’s usual gift receipt, with the prices blacked out, made me smile. He knew I’d need it if I had to make a warranty claim, but he hated admitting how much he spent on gifts like this. “I know Julie was going out with her parents to get kitchenware and groceries, but I suppose I can text her. Maybe I’ll find a game or something to help pass the time since I can’t help drive.”

He just smiled as he turned onto the highway, knowing better than to say anything. Getting my driver’s license was one of the few things I hadn’t been able to do. I could have, and my parents had been willing to get me a car with the required equipment, but I’d balked at the idea. I hated having to acknowledge being different, and that equipment would be a daily reminder. My parents wanted me to have more independence though, so we finally compromised. My license was restricted, but my moped was perfect for my needs.

I looked back, wondering if that decision had influenced my brother’s choice of vehicles. The back of his van had seen regular use as a bed with his girlfriends, but it would be like him to pick a van so he could haul my moped when we left for college. I was happy either way, as it would be really handy in Las Angeles traffic.

Turning my attention back to the phone, I added Julie to my contact list and sent her a text, letting her know about our new phone, that we were leaving Nampa now and that I loved her. I’d barely started looking through the games when I got a return text with her expressing her love for us and telling me she’d call when she got home.

When I told Bruce, he just said he couldn’t wait to talk to her again before turning his attention back to the road. I should have known he wouldn’t go for the blowjob-while-driving idea. He barely talked when he was driving. Going back to my search, I hoped I could find something to help pass the time, as it was going to be a long day.

-South Point-

“I don’t get it,” I said as I flopped down on the bed. “It didn’t look very entertaining, and no one looked like they were having any fun. They just sit there like mindless robots, staring at a screen and pushing a button.”

“I’m the wrong person to ask,” Bruce replied as he set our travel bag down next to the bathroom. “I mean, I understand the attraction of a million to one payout, but the odds of that are so slim it just seems futile. I wouldn’t be tempted even if we were old enough to gamble here, and that security guard was just rude enough that I wouldn’t spend more money here anyway.”

“He was just doing his job,” I sighed. “It’s not the first time someone’s assumed I was twelve, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. Of course, if you want to come over and find some way to put me in a better mood, I wouldn’t object.”

He chuckled as he pulled his shirt off. “I’d love to, but we both need a shower. The a/c in the van didn’t handle the hundred-plus degree weather as well as I hoped. You’re going to like the next part even less, but we have to get to sleep early tonight so we can take off early tomorrow. I want to get through the desert before it gets too hot.”

The look I gave him made him hold up his hands like he was going to need to defend himself. “I didn’t say we can’t make love, I just meant we can’t keep going until I pass out from exhaustion. We’ll get plenty of opportunities to spend the day in bed together once we get to Los Angeles.”

I sighed and shook my head. “Fine, can we at least shower together?”

He shook his head as he pulled the phone out of my purse. “Go take your shower. I’ll call mom and we can switch when you’re finished. I know you were hoping for more, but we have to wait until Julie’s parents leave tomorrow. Eight hundred miles wouldn’t keep me alive long if our parents found out about us.”

I just shook my head as I got up and started peeling my clothes off. Mom already knew, and her words made it clear she knew I’d been responsible. Her mind worked a lot like mine, so I knew she’d reasoned out the risks as soon as she figured out what was happening. She’d been right next to me when the doctor told me I’d never have children, and had been the one consoling a grief-stricken fourteen-year-old girl who’d been forced to finally accept she would never be normal. She may not approve, but she could understand why I’d chosen my brother to be my lover.

Daddy was more like Bruce. There would have been a war if he’d found out when we lived at home, but I think he’d come to accept it eventually. I’d worked so hard to keep it hidden from him because I didn’t want the only two men I cared about to fight. It was still best to keep him from finding out. I didn’t want anything coming between them.

My brother’s wolf whistle made me smile as I turned and moved to the bathroom. There wasn’t much to look at, but I appreciated the fact he enjoyed looking. My final growth spurt, if you could call it that, hadn’t done much more than fill in my breasts so I finally filled up an A cup when I bothered to wear a bra at all.

I didn’t even bother drying off after my shower. After the heat of the day, being wet felt wonderful. I didn’t want to get the bed all wet through, so I carried my towel out and spread it on the bed before laying down on my stomach to watch my brother.

“No, it was just the A/C. We’re actually going to bed early so we can start before seven tomorrow morning. With any luck, we’ll be out of the desert by ten so we won’t have to deal with the extreme heat ... Yea, she’s fine. She just came out actually. I’ll give her the phone so I can go take a shower finally ... I love you too, dad, and we’ll call you tomorrow when we arrive.”

Bruce just winked as he handed me the phone. “Hi daddy, we’re fine, really.”

I could hear him chuckling through the phone. “Your brother just mentioned how hot the van was. I thought it was overheating and was a bit worried about you going through the Mojave desert tomorrow. It’s not a good place to break down, and you can’t count on your cell phone to have a signal.”

“I know, but we still have several water bottles in the cooler, and we’ll refill the ice before we leave. If we do break down, we just stay put through the heat of the day and use my moped to get to the closest city once it cools down,” I explained. “Bruce is right though. We’ll be in LA before noon if we leave early, so we won’t have to deal with the heat. I’ll even call when we get to the San Gabriel mountains so you won’t have to worry.”

“I’m going to worry either way, pumpkin. I probably won’t have service if you try to call early tomorrow though, as I’ll be up in the Sage Hen Creek area all day. Some idiot tried to run a full-sized RV up one of the access roads and tore up a couple trees when he got stuck trying to turn around. I get to go evaluate the damage and make sure they won’t end up blocking the road.”

“It’s that time of year,” I laughed. “I’ll leave a voicemail and call after we get back from dinner with Julie’s parents since you’ll be out playing in the backwoods when we get to LA.”

He just chuckled into the phone. “Alright, but remember to call your mother when you arrive in case you get sidetracked. I know you’re supposed to drop Julie’s parents off at the airport after dinner, and you haven’t seen your girlfriend all week, so I’ll understand if you get distracted.”

“Daddy, we have to drive back from the airport,” I sighed. “Julie’s been telling me how bad the traffic is, and I’m not going to distract her while she’s driving. Even if we end up talking all the way home, Bruce deserves some alone time with Julie. He’s barely seen her since school let out, with all his friends dragging him off to hang out before he left town.”

“I still don’t see how that’s going to work out, but if anyone can manage to share a girlfriend, it’s you and your brother. I should probably give the phone to your mother now though. You have an early start tomorrow so you’ll want to get to bed soon. I love you pumpkin, and have a safe trip.”

“I love you too, Daddy,” I said, looking at the clock and shaking my head. It wasn’t even nine, but I knew he was probably going to get himself ready for bed. Of course, I could understand why my parents went to bed early. I was open-minded enough to acknowledge that my dad was a hunk, and I’d overheard my classmates calling mom a M.I.L.F on more than a few occasions, so it was no surprise they still have a very active sex life.

“Hi sweetie, how is your trip going so far?”

“It’s been pretty boring so far, mom. Bruce isn’t really talkative while he’s driving, so I spent most of the trip staring out the window or playing angry birds. I tried drawing some, but it didn’t work out too well. You don’t notice how much the van vibrates until you try doing something that requires a steady hand.”

“As long as you’re not distracting your brother while he’s driving,” she sighed. “I imagine the two of you are going to take advantage of being alone tonight, but you need to be the responsible one. You know your brother will do anything you ask him to, so you need to make sure he gets a decent night’s sleep. I can’t imagine the Los Angeles traffic has gotten any easier to drive through in the past twenty years.”

I just cringed as she echoed what my brother said earlier. They were both right though. I usually watched out for my brother’s best interests, but my intentions tonight had been focused on my own needs.

“We’ll both be asleep by ten, I promise. Are you really okay with this?”

I heard her sigh again and could almost see her shaking her head. “Let’s just say I can understand why it happened and I’m not too surprised that it did. You can’t get pregnant, so you’re not hurting anyone, but all three of you need to be careful. I don’t want to see any of you get hurt.”

“We’ll be careful. We all know how important honest communication is for any relationship, and we know we’ll run into difficulties along the way. We have an advantage over most people going into a situation like ours though, Bruce and I already know we can live together. We just need to learn how to integrate Julie, and all the time I’ve been spending with her will help us do that.”

“I hope you’re right, but I was more worried about school. I know you’re on different campuses, but you’ll still need to be discrete. It wouldn’t be hard for someone to find out you’re related, and even though it’s consensual, it’s still illegal in most of the world. That kind of legal problem could really mess up your futures. Just keep anything more than normal sibling affection in your bedroom with the drapes closed,” she told me. “I just heard the shower shut off, so I’ll let it go with a reminder that I love the two of you and I’m only saying all this because I don’t want to see you in any trouble.”

“I love you too, Momma, and I promise we’ll be careful. I’ll call you tomorrow when we get to the condo to let you know we arrived in one piece.”

“Alright sweetie, I’ll talk to you tomorrow and have a good night.”

I glanced down as she hung up and smiled, already knowing it was going to be a good night. Even if Bruce was only up for a quick session before bed, this would be the first time we could sleep together completely naked. Setting the alarm for six, I stretched up to put it on the nightstand when I felt Bruce’s weight settle on the bed. I started to roll over, but his weight was over the back of my legs and stopped me.

“You might want to grab a pillow because you’re going to be in this position for a while. I don’t have the energy for more than one climax tonight, but I wouldn’t want to leave you unsatisfied if I don’t last very long.”

Glancing back over my shoulder, I shook my head. “You don’t have to do anything special. I know I was being self-centered earlier, but I’d be happy if you just wanted a blowjob before we fall asleep together. Just the idea of not having to put my nightshirt back on before I fall asleep in your arms sounds wonderful.”

“That’s good to know, but you’re still not moving. You forget that you’re not the only one who enjoys bringing their partner pleasure. You always try to focus on our pleasure. Julie and I know how easily you climax, but sometimes we want to give you the extra attention. Just relax and enjoy it, because I intend to either way.”

I just smiled and grabbed a pillow as he started caressing my thighs. As soon as I was comfortable, he pulled my hair off to the side and started kissing my neck. He knew I didn’t need much in the way of foreplay, and I could feel his hard cock brushing against my ass, but I wasn’t going to complain if he wanted to take his time.

He had me purring with pleasure as he worked over my neck and shoulders, then started moving down my spine. I felt him shift his weight before his hand slipped up my thigh. The backs of his fingers trailed over my pussy as his lips continued their slow trip down my back and over my ass.

“When I told you to kiss my ass earlier, I didn’t mean literally.”

“But it’s such a cute little ass,” he chuckled before planting another kiss on it.

I just rolled my eyes, not wanting to argue with him right now. He and Julie both claimed I had a nice figure, and with the right clothes, people would finally stop assuming I was a child. I was withholding judgment on that one for now. Being able to find clothes that fit me somewhere other than in the junior section would be nice, but emphasizing what little curves I had would probably make me look more like a girl just starting to develop.

His fingers cupped my pussy and I let out a moan as his thumb slid inside. The real surprise was when he lifted my hips up and his tongue found my back door. “You really don’t have to do that,” I moaned. His only response was drawing another moan from me as he pushed his tongue inside. “Did you want to try tonight? There’s some lube in the front pocket of my bag if you want to grab it.”

I was more than willing to try anal again, but I was a bit surprised. We had only tried once, and he had decided it wasn’t going to work. That was back before I was able to take his full length in my pussy, and he was worried about tearing me open if he pushed hard enough to get in my ass. He would slip a finger in on occasion, but I usually had to ask. His tongue wasn’t very deep, but he still had me biting the pillow a minute later to keep from screaming as my climax ripped through me.

“I’m pretty sure they soundproof the rooms in these fancy hotels, so you don’t need to bite the pillow.”

I glanced back as I caught my breath and shook my head. “We can’t take that chance here. There were dozens of people watching us walk through the hotel, and the last thing we need is one of them calling the police because it sounds like you’re having sex with a twelve-year-old girl in your room. It will be easier to hide once we got to LA. Did you grab the lube?”

He shook his head as he leaned forward and kissed me. “I’ve already told you that anal sex isn’t an option. Maybe someday when we have nothing better to do than lie around in bed all day we can try it again, but I’m not going to rush and chance hurting you. You’ll have to suffer with regular sex tonight.”

“Or you could let me give you that blowjob now,” I suggested. “You’ve been driving all day, so you deserve to lay back and let me take care of you.”

He kissed me again and I moaned into his mouth as the head of his cock brushed against my pussy lips. I was more than wet enough as he slid it over my slit, smearing it through my juices and barely opening me up for what came next. “Or you could do that,” I moaned as he slowly sank into me. He only got about halfway in, but the angle sucked so I arched my ass up to give him easier access and felt a couple more inches slide in.

“Hold still you little minx, or this may be over before we really start. You feel too good and I haven’t gone this long without climaxing since before I lost my virginity.”

I glanced back in shock. “You mean you haven’t even rubbed one out since our last movie night?”

“With two beautiful girlfriends? I figured I could hold out until I had some time alone with one of you.”

“Now I really feel bad about being so selfish earlier. You don’t have to hold back for me, big brother. I’ve been fantasizing about falling asleep in your arms with your cum dribbling out of my pussy for months now. That’s all I really need tonight, so cum for me, and help me fulfill my fantasy.”

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 1 April 2021 Ms Cum GirlCum CottageLower Snatch DrippingCunnyshire Dear Ms CumIt has been brought to our attention here at 'The Daily Heil Publishing Corporation' that the saddo website you're so fond of frequenting is hosting an international competition, and that as a saddo of minor repute and standing we expect you to fly the flag for this Sceptred Isle. All of us here at 'The Daily Heil Publishing Corporation' are rabid acolytes of the tousle-haired cockwomble and sport huge, throbbing,...

Gay Male
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Dear Kiki 1

Dear Kiki, I've heard that you often give advice to people with sex-type problems, and that you can be really wild and uninhibited sometimes, so I thought you'd be ideal to help me with my husband Gerald. We've only been married for a few months, and yes, I know Newlyweds have to go through a Period of Adjustment, but I really don't see how I'm going to work this out without some Expert Advice! Gerald's nice-looking, in 'a sort of soft, boyish way, but I must admit that what really...

3 years ago
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Dear Diary

                                                                            DEAR 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...

1 year ago
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Dear Diary aka Coping with Coming Out

Sun 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,...

4 years ago
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Dear Diary

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...

Incest
2 years ago
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Dear Diary I Cheated My Husband

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...

1 year ago
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Dear Diary6

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 caked around my raw nipples. Sitting up on the bed I became dizzy and peered about looking for...

2 years ago
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Dear Cum The Not Very Spectacular Wife Lovers Omnium Spectacular Part Three

Dear Cum Lush,My really hot wife recently fell down the stairs and the police couldn’t prove it wasn’t an accident, so that’s good. Anyway, she bonked her head and now she thinks she’s sixteen.The sex has been fantastic, although I think her mind is still degrading, because we’ve gone from, “are your parents home,” to “is your wife home,” to “is Mom home” and she keeps shouting, “Oh, Daddy,” which is kind of hot, except for when one of the neighbors called Child Protective Services.My question...

Wife Lovers
1 year ago
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Dear diary september

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...

Erotic
3 years ago
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Dear Cum The Not Very Spectacular Wife Lovers Omnium Spectacular Part Four

I think we can all heave a huge and much-needed sigh of relief at the knowledge that we've all nearly reached the end and there isn't much more of this shit. So, splash yourself out a glass of pink poison, give it a little swirl in the glass so it refracts the light, and then chuck it down your throat not letting it touch the sides on its way down. Just consider it a medicinal necessity. And with that, let's go 'to the letter'. Dear Crumbs in the bed Girl,I am fucking a "hot wife" almost every...

Wife Lovers
4 years ago
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Dear Diary10

He knew he was really trespassing by reading her diary, but he couldn’t help it. He was astounded at what he found in there, written only this week, too. “Dear Diary, I got a carrot from the fridge and peeled it smooth this evening. I felt so naughty! I brought it upstairs tonight and tried to break my hated hymen with it, but when I got in my hand and started rubbing on myself down there, it was just too gross, and I had to stop. Then I was too embarrassed to bring it back...

2 years ago
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Dear Waverly Lesbian

In the wash of new light, Tristy sat in a boring lesson. Yawn."Waverly, Waverly, Waverly," Tristy sang to herself in a daze. Oh, with Tristy and her dear Waverly currently walls apart, Tristy longed for her girlfriend's presence. With her hands on her cheeks, her elbows on the desk, Tristy rocked her head from side to side as she dreamt of her dear Waverly."Tristy, focus!" Michelle, the Arts Professor, snapped at a dreaming Tristy in order to wake her up. "You won't get anywhere by...

Lesbian
4 years ago
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Dear Judge

Dear Judge, Now I was supposed to write you this and explain how come the woman I accidentally did was not illegally done after all. What she was turned out to be the party of the first part of the party. I been told I was supposed to use legal words because that is what the defrocked lawyer that went to a mail order law school and has a real diploma and everything and is in...

3 years ago
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Dear Will

Pushing the food around my plate, hardly satisfied, I am hungry, starved indeed. But unable to taste a morsel. It’s only been a week, yet the days seem to go by like years, waiting. ‘I hope he can write soon,’ thinking to myself, looking over the dessert trolly parked all too close to my corner table. The stout waitress, hovering over me asking, ‘Would you care for anything from trolly dear?’ ‘I’m sorry, did you say something?’ I say eyeing the older, heavyset woman. ‘Yes, would you like...

2 years ago
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Dear Kiki 2

Dear Kiki, My name is Bob, and I've never written to you before, but I understand you often give advice to people who find themselves in strange sexual situations, and I need your help with something. I've been seeing a girl named Lorna, and basically she's everything I ever looked for in a woman: Sweet, sexy, good-looking, athletic, and with a wild sense of humor! Maybe too wild! I first met Lorna on a camping outing with some mutual friends. All through the 4-day trip, she...

4 years ago
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Dear Steven A Fans Oral Fixation

Dear Steven, I know you list your stories as PETTYBOX, but always think of you as Steven in my fantasies, so I will keep it that way. I first read your Steven "Sig" Grayson stories when I was away from my home. I work in sales and spend 2 or 3 nights a week away and I began getting horny almost the first night I spent in a hotel away and alone. I love your perspective and style of erotic writing only because you don't get off the path of reality. Everything is feasible, where so many other...

3 years ago
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Dear Atnas Please Make Me A Girl

Dear Atnas, Please Make Me A Girl A little boy writes to a magical spirit about his wish to become a girl. Again when he's older, and again after he becomes a man, and... 1. (From the bedroom of Nick Walters, aged 7) dear atnas please make me a girl my name is nicholas andrew walters i am in elemntree school i am a boy i want to be a girl mommy says you are a magik and i should write eltters to you in the tree and you will grant my wish i want to be a girl they are pretty and have...

2 years ago
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Dear Mom and Dad

Dear Mom and Dad: Well, by now you'll have been notified long ago, but this message will confirm it: your little girls were picked up a month ago. Just like you told us to do, we both went to try to get a sponsor. Tiffany's sponsor is some guy with a 7.4 CAP score. She's with her best friend Katie and some couple with two kids about eight and ten. My sponsor is Gerry, a really nice guy with a 6.8 CAP score who is going to be doing Technical Analysis of the Swarm's stuff. My sister...

1 year ago
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Dear Adelle

The other night, after our exchange of e-mails, I asked my daughter Beth if she ever thought about sex. She said, in typical teen fashion, "Mo-om!!!" But then she admitted that she had become interested in her developing body and had played with herself a little bit. I asked if she would mind showing me her body, and she giggled, but eventually lifted up her t-shirt and let me see her young breasts. They are still cone shaped and pointy at the tips. . .a lovely mouthful to be sure. I got...

3 years ago
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Dear Boyfriend

(Of course, everyone here is over 18. He was 22. I was 21. So, it’s okay to talk about sex. He agreed to share these letters we saved with you.) * Dear Boyfriend, Don’t think because I don’t use your name that I’m recycling this letter. I have only one boyfriend, you, and I know your name. I said it in your ear last night, just before I bit your earlobe when you made me come. Thank you, BTW. Also, I think it was a good idea that we adopted the rule that we thank each other when we give...

4 years ago
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Dear Diary Entry 5 Paying Daughters Fee Not With Money

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...

1 year ago
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Dear Mandy

Note: The following is a letter to my dear friend Amanda after a night I spent with her boyfriend Jake. Jake recently confessed to Amanda that he enjoyed when she dominated the sexual aspect of their relationship. He encouraged her to experiment in light bondage and role reversal. Now, Mandy is a sweetheart and tried her best to be accommodating, but confided in me that she felt somewhat uncomfortable trying to be a dominatrix, even if she did enjoy the control that she now exerted in the...

2 years ago
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Dear Husband

Hello dear husband, she said, never looking back. Could you come over here and take that down from the shelf for me? She pointed to a bottle of bleach on a high shelf. It wasn’t his fault that George had just gone out to the hardware store, telling Jim, his teenage helper from down the street, that he’d be back in an hour, maybe two. Why don’t you straighten up the workbench in the basement? He’d told the boy. So Jim went down to the basement and as he passed the door to the laundry room, Cindy...

1 year ago
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Dear Cum Captain Quentin Stocking

This morning I popped down to Pret a Manger to meet up with my good friend Albert Einstein for a slice of red velvet cake with a vanilla butter-icing topping and a medium cappuccino on the side. "Albert Einstein," I hear you say in a somewhat incredulous tone. Yes, Albert Einstein! THE Albert Einstein. I gave you all a perfect opportunity to invite me out for a yummy little Pret-fest back in Dr Flappyduck, but did any of you offer? Did you fuck, so it's just me and Albie yet again for our...

Crossdressing
3 years ago
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Dear Diary

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...

4 years ago
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Dear Prudence

"Cut and print it," the booming voice of the Director carried across the sound stage. The four actors on the set, a depiction of a typical mid-American household, froze in place. They had been at it for over an hour now, trying to finish a scene that seemed plagued by one glitch after another. The Director paused for a moment more, then said to their relief, "Okay people, that's a wrap for today." "Thank God," Brooke Hudson said to herself, thankful to get out from under the hot...

2 years ago
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Dear World

As the curtains drew back they reveled the big white screen. Darcy squirmed in her seat a little. She hated the seats at the theatre just as much as she hated the previews. Although they did give her plenty of time to reflect on everything that her mind was still trying to process. This week had been really hard on her fragile soul. Sitting on both sides of her was her really good friends. Voices in her head were constantly asking…do they know? The voices were very persistent and just...

2 years ago
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Dear Brother

DEAR BROTHER By GENEVA A young woman, Louise, is offered the chance by her rich brother to take revenge on a former seducer. She accepts and their scheme is successful, but she begins to have second thoughts. The background of this story is that of my three earlier stories 'Pretty Edith,' 'Plaything' and 'Remodelled', but written from the point of view of the character Louise. START I stared glumly at the road ahead as I turned onto the exit from the airport heading to the...

2 years ago
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Dear Diary4

I know it has been a while since I have written you. I have to admit, I have missed you. all the secrets you and I share. You know so much, and yet I feel it is because I can confide in you that I push the limits of morality. To what end does this stop? Are you destined to find your way into the hands of those who would ruin me? Or perhaps I am to go on in this fashion forever, going deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole. It really doesn't matter, does it? No matter the outcome, it is clear...

1 year ago
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Dear Diary2

I know it has been a while since I have written you. I have to admit, I have missed you. all the secrets you and I share. You know so much, and yet I feel it is because I can confide in you that I push the limits of morality. To what end does this stop? Are you destined to find your way into the hands of those who would ruin me? Or perhaps I am to go on in this fashion forever, going deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole. It really doesn't matter, does it? No matter the outcome, it is clear...

1 year ago
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Dear Diary Ch 01

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...

1 year ago
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Dear Diary

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...

1 year ago
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Dear Diary 3 her

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...

2 years ago
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DEAR GRANDPA

Dear Grandpa, it’s been a week since I have last seen you, and I can’t tell you how much I miss you. Our long walks in the woods, and talking about our wonderful loving family. But more then missing see your handsome face each day, I miss waking up in your arms every morning after a night of wonderful love making.I now know why mom send me to you, she wanted me to have the same kind of love that you give her, when she was my age. A man that would show me how to love. I will always hold the time...

4 years ago
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Dear Diary Entry 6 Avenging My Best Friend On Her Wedding Day

Dear Diary, That day, my eyes were closed slightly. Lips open, welcoming his sweet mouth to kiss me. Both my arms were encircling his muscular body. We both were lying down on the long dining table naked. Both cuddled up cozily. I was literally pinching his shoulder, unable to hold myself steady from all the sex. My breasts were already loosened from all the pinching and pressing. His right hand was cupping my left boob and his left hand was holding my head in the back, pulling me closer...

Incest
3 years ago
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Dear Diary

Dear 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...

Incest
1 year ago
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DEAR DIARY

Dear 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...

2 years ago
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Dear Dirty Diary part 17

Dear Dirty Diary In the second week of October, a furnace inspector informed Louise we needed a new fuel oil tank and pointed out that the current furnace could never heat our attic apartment. A heating contractor quoted $15,800 for a new high efficiency unit with central air conditioning. The bed and breakfast income had been nominal at best for our first season so we had a situation on our hands. Neither Doug nor I wanted to forsake our spacious attic for the cramped but warm guest rooms...

3 years ago
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Dear Dirty Diary part 7

Dear Dirty Diary, I tried to relax but every thought led back to my ongoing string of bad luck. I thought back and brooded yet again over the theft of my car and the loss of my laptop computer. I got the car back after a week or so but the computer, with my shameful little diary in it was nowhere to be found. Then three weeks later, after the insurance claim gave me a new one, the police department phoned to tell me my computer had been recovered. I seriously considered getting it back, until...

2 years ago
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Dear Dirty Diry part 4

Dear Dirty Diary, A few days and Doug and I were shopping in the mall. We went into a restaurant for a coffee. To my surprise, we saw my sweet Louise who, as it turned out, was a hostess there. When our eyes met, her shone dark and sparkling. Her nipples swelled and poked through the bodice of her blouse. We flirted back and forth with coy little glances to the point where I licked my top lip as my mind swam through delightful little memories of her. When she spontaneously gave me a big warm...

4 years ago
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Dear Diary

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...

4 years ago
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Dear Sister Amanda

Dear Sister AmandaBy: Londebaaz Chohan Aaah! The fucking little pleasures of simple siblings activities converting into stories. A very normal Saturday almost noon time, Curtis had started to watch a ball-game, lying on the floor of the family room, while Amanda his 2 years elder sister sat on the sofa behind him. Parents had divorced couple of years ago and mother was away for her business trip, not expected to return before coming Wednesday evening. Curtis was a student at the Lehigh High...

4 years ago
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Dear Cum Big Bugger

When I was smaller than my current five foot and maybe one inch I used to have an eagle-eyed Sindy doll. If I remember correctly, which is very unlikely, she'd gouged her eagle-eyes from a Special Boat Service Action Man (GI Joe) that she'd been carrying on with on the side. Now most Sindys were middle class housewives in waiting but not mine. Oh no. Mine was a white trash council house gold digger who with her eagle-eyes could spot a slut-whore outfit up to a thousand feet away across a...

Humor
4 years ago
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Dear Judge

Letter 1 - Guilty By Accident Dear Judge, Now I was supposed to write you this and explain how come the woman I accidentally did was not illegally done after all. What she was turned out to be the party of the first part of the party. I been told I was supposed to use legal words because that is what the defrocked lawyer that went to a mail order law school and has a real diploma and everything and is in here on bad check charges said I should do. But I don't know any of that fancy lawyer...

2 years ago
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Dear Diary Today I Caught My Son Spanking His MonkeyChapter 2

I 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...

1 year ago
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Dear diary november

November 3 Dear Diary, It's getting cold outside! I love the holidays, but I have more pressing things to think about right now! Gary keeps wanting to fuck us, and we keep putting him off! I can tell that Emma is really close to giving in to him, she is so in love with his pecker!!! I'm not saying that Hillary and I aren't turned on to his cock too, it's just that Ems has turned into a little "cock hound"!!! When we have our masturbation sessions in her room, she has graduated to larger and...

Erotic
2 years ago
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Dearest wife

Husband shows his Victorian wife the delights of erotic sex and spanking.Her Victorian Bottom Thrashed.Part 1.For awakened Prudence, the days had been sexually listless for Henry, her husband, was away on business. The sunlight flickered through the swaying branches of the old oak tree which majestically dominated the farthest reaches of their garden, and which underneath Prudence sat in deepest thought whilst trying to read the Times. Thoughts that unbidden always returned to the past month...

3 years ago
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Dear Dirty Diary part 19

Dear Dirty Diary, Just before Christmas, the three of us drove back to the condo and while musing of old memories, I rummaged through my son’s old toy chest. I found a box of GI Joe action figures and a carton of Hot Wheels miniature cars. I washed all the dust and grime from them all in the dishwasher then began to pack them all back into new plastic storage containers. My husband Doug came along, picked up a bright orange Dodge Charger with a Confederate flag on the roof. He began to...

4 years ago
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Dear Diary 9052016

+++ I've been in a weird mood for the last couple days, again.  I'm back in school now.... it always feels good to be back. It isn't that I don't love being home with my Mom... but I think I feel like a more independent person every day. I used to think I would be with my Dad forever... and now I sort of feel bad that I now only have my Mom to lean on, and I do, sometimes. It's complicated... but I know that when I'm on my own, and don't see her face every day, I'm not confronted...

1 year ago
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Dear Mother The Search

This is the sequel to ‘Dear Mother’. I had a lot of readers request a follow up and for a while I was reluctant. I needed a storyline and a dose of motivation. I hope this meets your expectations. It isn’t necessary to read the original story to understand what’s going on in this one, but it will help you fill in the gaps. My thanks to Jayt444 for his editing assistance on the early part of this story. Obviously, any errors or omissions are entirely my responsibility. * Chapter 1: Leaving...

1 year ago
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Dear John

February 14, 2010 Dear John, I am writing you this letter to know how much I have adored you and how attracted to you I have become over the years that I have known you. I have watched you grow into the fine young man you are, and have been infatuated with you for a very long time. I was going to wait until your high school graduation to give this to you, but after our conversation the other night at you 18th birthday dinner, I cannot. Everything that you said to me has brought my feelings...

1 year ago
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Dear Diary 1 the walk

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...

3 years ago
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Dear John

Dear JohnRound, pink bubble gum: hard and then going soft in your mouth.Can of Coke: like a stout and short cock, yet fizzing inside with delight.A rhubarb stick: a cock curved and angry, ready to make my face grimace with pain.Avocado: a pussy that has been pounded and the inside has hardened to stop entry.Cherries: describing the loss of virginity.These are the things that I think about in the morning when I wake up, and you are not here. Or when they haven't yet given me my medication and my...

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