His Mothers Diary
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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 bad, but it did not stop us from kissing. I sucked on her tongue like it was the best tasting candy I had ever had.
I reached over to undo Darcy’s belt to her robe, but she stopped me. She reached inside her robe and pulled out a small book. She then handed it to me.
“Marcy, this is my diary, it will tell you how I became a slut. Please read it, I want you to know what kind of a person I am, I’m not a normal girl, I’m far from being an angel.”
She then got up and pulled down my bedsheets, I’m wearing a long t-shirt and panties.
“Marcy, I don’t want you to wear pajamas to bed anymore.
“What should I wear then?”
“Nothing, you should be naked at all times ... in your bedroom for now.”
“Yes, Mistress, “ I said as we both smiled at each other.
“Please hide the book, I don’t want anyone else to read it.”
“I will Darcy, I’ll hide it really good.”
“I’m going to go downstairs to get breakfast, do you want to come with me.”
“Sure.” I said. I got up and put on my white robe and we both went downstairs.
Dad was dressed in jeans and a hoodie sweatshirt, Mom was all dressed up, and there was a suitcase sitting by the door.
“Where are you going, mom?” I asked.
“If it’s any of your business, I’m going on a business trip for a couple of weeks in Hawaii.”
“It must be nice to get out of this cold weather. Can I go with you?” I asked even though I knew I couldn’t.
“No, I need you to stay home and keep it clean. And take care of your dad, you know he’s unable to take care of himself. When we leave I want you to clean this kitchen before you do anything else.”
I hate the way mom always cutting down my dad. I know mom makes a lot more money than Daddy does, but he does do a lot more around here than she does. One of these days I would love to stick that strap-on, the one Darcy used on me last night, and shove it up her ass. Actually, that idea was starting to turn me on.
“Yes, mother.”
“Marcy, sweetheart,” Daddy said, “Darcy and I are going to take your mom to the airport, then I’m taking Darcy to her gymnastic practice, then I’m going to go play poker at Jim’s house. I need you to stay home, I’m expecting a package in the mail and it can not get wet.”
Great, home alone again, I said to my self.
Darcy then whispered into my ear, “It will give you a chance to read my diary.”
My face lit up and I gave Darcy a smile.
“Donald, will you please buy Marcy some more carrots, I think that’s the only thing she eats.”
Darcy started to laugh, and I turned red with embarrassment.
After they all left I cleaned up the kitchen, then I went upstairs. I took off my robe and got on my bed and I got out Darcy’s diary. I opened it up, and I read the first page.
March 1.
Dear diary:
I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me, it seems like all I want to do is masturbate. I do it when I wake up in the morning, and I do it when I come home from school, and before I go to bed.
But today I went a little too far. In my history class Mr. Bettis, he’s a very good looking black man. He’s my dad’s age around 35 years old. I was so horny watching him at the blackboard, all I could think about is that, is it true that black men have big cocks?
I started to daydream that he came up to me, he pulled down his zipper and undid his belt, he then pulled his pants down and his big black 10-inch cock came poking out and onto my face, I was about to have an orgasm just thinking about it. I had to get out of there and go to the restroom and masturbate.
When I got into the stall I closed the door. I started to daydream that he followed me into the restroom and he opened the door. He was naked, and he put his big hard black cock in my face and said, “suck me!” I opened my mouth and started sucking on it. He had me lick his balls, he even had me lick his ass. I was getting so turned on and wet. He then rips my clothes off of me. He picked me up threw me on the floor, but before he could fuck me or do anything to me, my sister came in. She took off her clothes, and she then lay down next to me. He got on top of her and he pushed his cock all the way inside of her pussy. I was so pissed and mad, I was so jealous, but was I jealous of him fucking my sister, or was I jealous she was fucking him? I was so ashamed of myself.
March 18-23 spring break.
A lot had happened this past week. The whole state Cheerleading squads had a Competition downstate. Mr. Bettis, Mrs. Cook, and Miss. Canyon were the chaperones.
Dad took the week off of work to watch me. Marcy had to stay home with mom. She wanted to go but mom is being a bitch again.
The first night the whole team and coaches and the chaperones went out to a nice restaurant to eat. I sat at the end of the table with Mr. Bettis sitting next to me. Our legs touched each other, I looked up and he was looking at me, I smiled at him and he smiled back, but we didn’t move our legs.
A minute later I felt his hand on my bare leg. He was moving his hand from my knee to mid-thigh. Then back to my knees, each time he moved it further up my leg. I didn’t stop him, I could feel my panties getting wetter.
He finally got his hands under my skirt and his pinky was rubbing my hot wet cunt. I just spread my legs further apart. He then took the opportunity to slip his fingers inside my panties. He put one of his fingers inside me it was easy for him to do since I was soaked down there.
He slowly started to fuck me with his finger, he soon had me close to cumming.
“Darcy are you ok?” Lisa asked me. “Your face is all red.”
Mr. Bettis quickly took his hand out of my panties and said, “she’s right you do look red in the face, I better get you back to your room so you can lie down.”
Mr. Bettis then took my hand and lead me out of the restaurant and back upstairs to his room.
We both quickly got undress, because we both knew we didn’t have much time. I was very surprised by how small his cock was. I think it was less than 5 inches long.
I got on the bed and he got on top of me, he didn’t waste much time, he just put it right in me. He fucked me like he was trying to beat the World’s record.
It felt good but I didn’t cum, but he did, in me. We had sex a couple more times over the week, but it still wasn’t enough, I needed more. What’s wrong with me?
April 13 Saturday
I had asked Mr. Bettis, that I would love it if he could find a couple more guys that could help me with my problem. Yes, I told him that I’m always horny.
Yesterday at school he asked me if I could meet him at his house after school and he will have a couple of guys there for me, I said, “sure.”
I told mom and dad that I’m going to spend the night with Desiree Bettis, Mr. Bettis’s daughter.
One of the men was my math teacher Mr. Hand, the other one I didn’t know, I was told to call him Gary. Gary had the biggest cock I have ever seen, he told me it’s 9 inches. All three men took turns fucking me all night long. Mr. Bettis even fucked my ass as Mr. Hand did my pussy, and I sucked off Gary.
Mr. Hand wanted me to pee on him in the bathtub so I did. Then they all wanted to pee on me too, so I got in after Mr. Hand got out. I lay down in the tub, all three of them pointed their dicks at me, Mr. Bettis was the first to let go and he aimed it right in my face. I quickly turned my face away from the stream. “No, Darcy face me and open your mouth.” Mr. Bettis said. He then filled my mouth as the other two started peeing on my tits and pussy.
I then spit it out but I could taste it. He filled my mouth a couple more times and I spit it out both times. Mr. Bettis wanted me to drink it but I just couldn’t, maybe if I love that person I would. The guys were hard again so I gave them all blowjobs as I sat in their piss. After that, they left me alone to take a shower.
I went back downstairs to his living room wrapped in a towel, Mr. Bettis and Gary were the only ones there, Mr. Hand had to go home to his wife, I sure hope he took a shower before he went home. The three of us had sex several more times. But there was something missing, I needed something more.
Mr. Bettis took me home early this morning, and I went straight to bed. About 11:00 am. I heard someone yelling downstairs. I put on my robe and went downstairs and into the kitchen, right when I saw mom hit Marcy right in her face knocking her down onto the floor. Mom was calling her a lazy bitch, a good for nothing ugly cunt. She then kicked her in her ribs. Mom then left the room. I picked Marcy up and I let her cry, she then said, “I forgot to do the laundry and mom needed a top for tonight.”
I felt so sorry for Marcy, mom is always picking on her.
I remember that day, but that wasn’t the only time she had hit me. A couple of years ago I broke my arm falling down the stairs. I told everyone I tripped and fell, but actually, mom pushed me, she said she’ll make my life a living hell if I told anyone.
June 7.
I went to the Park to go swimming with Lisa, I met Shane Watson, and he’s going to be the starting quarterback for the varsity football team next year. He has black hair, and he’s tall, very good looking, and he has lots of muscles. He was with a boy I didn’t know, he was good looking too, maybe a little older than Shane.
Shane asked me out on a date for tomorrow night to go see a movie, and then maybe to his house. And I said yes, maybe a boy my age would satisfy my horniness. I have been fuck by some older men, some with small dicks some with big ones, they all had helped me, but I needed something, I just don’t know what it is.
June 8.
What a fucking bummer. I did get fucked but it wasn’t by Shane. Let me back up a little.
Shane and his Dad picked me up since we couldn’t drive yet, he was there right at 6:30, my Dad wanted Shane to come inside since he was my very first date. Shane and dad talked for a while before we said our goodbyes and went to his van. When I got to the van there was a girl, and that boy from the pool in the van, he was all the way in the back and she was in the middle. Shane got in first and sat down next to the boy. I found out his name was Blain. And I had to sit down next to the girl, her name was Amy, she looked older than me, she had short black hair, with big breasts. She was dressed in what look like boy’s clothes. I found out Amy and Blain were brother and sister.
She told me I was cute and she tried to hold my hand.
We saw an Adventure movie, Captain America. I sat down next to Shane but Amy sat down next to me and Blain sat next to Shane. Blain and Shane then held hands. Amy tried to hold my hand again but I said no, I just sat there and watched the stupid movie.
After the movie, I wanted to go home but Mr. Watson took Amy home then we went to his house.
Once inside Shane and Blain went upstairs and Mr. Watson told me to stay downstairs with him.
“Darcy, Shane is gay, and I’m ok with it. We just have to keep up appearances. He will be going to a good college next year with a football scholarship, if they knew he was gay they will take the scholarship away from him.
So I’m offering, since you are the head cheerleader and you need to keep up appearances too, what I’m offering is that you pretend to be his girlfriend this school year, and I’ll pay you one hundred dollars a week, that’s 5,200 dollars for the year. You may have to hold hands and kiss at school and go out on dates like tonight, but that’s it, no sex. And you can’t be seen with any other boys. How’s that sound?”
Of course, I said, “yes.”
“Mr. Bettis told me, you love sex, is that right?”
“Yes, you talked to him?”
“Yes, and he said you are a very fun girl to be with. How about I’ll pay you, the same as Shane if you have sex with me once a week?”
I couldn’t pass that up. 10,400 dollars for the year. I could buy lots of clothes and shoes.
Mr. Watson took me up to his room and we had sex. It wasn’t all that good. He came inside of me, one time, and then he was done. I didn’t have an orgasm.
The next page was a letter she wrote for me.
Dear Marcy, my love.
As you have read, I’m a slut and a whore. I have had sex with a lot of guys, some I haven’t written about. I’m not pleased with all I had done, but it did control my itch, a little bit. I loved the sex but there still was something missing.
Then in September, I was with several men, like 20, at a strip club, yes I know I wasn’t old enough to get in, one of the guys owns the club.
I was on the stage dancing and stripping for them when I saw him watching me. Marcy, I can’t tell you who he is, he has to tell you, but anyway after I was done stripping he took me to a room as another girl got on the stage. We talked for a long time, I told him about my problem, and he understood, he said his sister had the same problem. He then made love to me. Marcy, he was the best lover I had, and the itch was gone, at least for a couple of days. He let me finish the night having sex with the other 20 men, he stayed and watched me. But now he, and Mr. Watson, are the only guys I have sex with any more. Mr. Watson, mainly because of the money, but since his son has been arrested, I don’t think I’ll see him again.
Marcy, I want you to meet him if you want, if you do please come to the cabin today at 11:00 am. He will be waiting for you.
Marcy, I think I know what you and I needed. We need to be in love with the person to stop our itch. I love him, and I really love you, Marcy, so please meet him at the cabin.
All my love Darcy.
I looked over at my clock, it said 10:00 am, if I’m going to meet this guy I’ll have to get ready, I desperately need to take a shower, brush my teeth, and comb my hair.
After I got ready, I got dressed in jeans and a hoody sweatshirt. I went downstairs, put on my coat and my boots. Then I headed out the back door. I can still remember the last time I went to the cabin. I was running after Darcy. I was naked running in the snow. I was scared to death she might do something to herself after she caught me reading her diary, I left the house without thinking to get dressed, but it all worked out ok. Darcy and I both are in love with each other. I want to be with her, and only her for the rest of our lives. I’m just worried about this guy, she said she’s in love with him. I know she and I would eventually find someone we want to settle down with and have kids, but I’m hoping not for a long time. I don’t want this guy getting in the way. What if I get jealous of him with her, or she’ll get jealous with him with me, will our love for each other stay together? I hope so.
When I got to the door it was locked so I knocked on it and waited. A minute later Darcy opened the door wearing nothing at all.
“Hi Marcy, come on in.”
“I thought you we’re at gymnastics practice?”
“I was but it was canceled. So, do you want to meet my lover? He is so good and has a big cock.”
“Yes I think so, are you sure about this? You won’t get jealous would you?”
“Hell no, I won’t get jealous. Are you ready to meet him?”
“Ok, good, yes, I guess so,” I said. Darcy took my hand and lead me to the backroom bedroom. There stood a naked man with a mask over his face, all I could see is his mouth and eyes.
“What’s with the mask?” I asked.
“He wants to hide his identity, for now.”
I stood there looking at his great looking body, with a very good size hard cock. He is a white male about my dad’s height, he looked older than us, maybe in his 30s, I think.
I must look scared because Darcy said, “Just relax everything is going to be OK, he won’t hurt you.”
I know Darcy won’t do anything to hurt me. But I don’t know anything about this guy.
He walked up to me and he kissed me.
The kiss lasted for several seconds, and I was really enjoying it. He opened my lips with his tongue and I extended out my tongue. We gently played a bit as I explored his mouth and then he would explore mine. His arms wrapped around me and he held me by the waist while he kissed me, and it felt incredible. I put my hands around his neck, as our passion mounted. He gently lifted me into his arms and he lay me down on the bed. I looked up at him, and my body was starting to respond as he looked at me, and then he lay down next to me and took me in his arms again.
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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...
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...
InterracialDorothy 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...
Cheating WifeWhat can happen when you cheat. Dear Diary. March 18th 1985: Dear diary, well it finally happened. Two weeks after our anniversary and I cheated on my husband. Funny, Roy talked to me about having kids again just yesterday. I am glad I took the pill today. Branden came a lot…. I don’t know what Roy would think of his child-hood friend now that he just had amazing sex with his own wife for hours today…. But he did and his wife loved it…… March 19th 1985: Roy...
Cheating WifeIf you found this diary, please do know that everything written in here is true. Whatever happened or written in here, no matter what I said or what I wrote, please know that I love you. I always love you and always do. I want to share this with you, but I can’t bring myself to tell you this in person. Thus, the diary. Forgive me, honey. And I love you. Always. Winter, Your loving wife. 12th August 2015 Dear husband, Today is our wedding day. I was so excited about it. Everything...
March 18th, 1985: Dear Diary, Well it finally happened. I cheated on my husband, and I did it only two weeks after our anniversary. It’s funny that just yesterday, Roy tried to convince me to have a kid, but I am sure glad I took the pill today because Branden came a lot. I’m certain that Roy would be very angry at the thought of his childhood friend fucking me for hours today, but I don’t care because the sex was amazing, and I loved it.March 19th: Roy doesn’t have a clue. I made love to him...
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