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Dear Cum Licky Lovegroove

What, I've got to do another one? Is there no end to this unmitigated shitfest of hormonally imbalanced, self-pitying, tripe? You do know I've got a red carpet event tonight, don't you? Yes, of course it's an everyday occurrence what with being the world's premier agony aunt, but I've got to pop down to Hegleby Master Butchers for some thinly sliced, unsmoked bacon.Now, I'm not one to complain but that's one of the problems with being a worldwide famous A-list celebrity, like what I am, it's...

Dear DiaryChapter 3

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...

Dear diary october

October 2 Dear Diary, We all got together this afternoon to map out strategies for seeing a big cock! Ems said that she has seen her dad's cock when he came out of the bath room after a shower, but it wasn't hard at the time!! All of the guys we saw on line had been circumcised, but she said her dad's cock had the head covered by loose skin!!! Said she liked the looks of the ones in the pictures better cuz the heads were always uncovered! Talking about that stuff made us all hot, so we pulled...

Dear Diary

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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What 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...

Jan Chapter 2 Johnny

JOHNNY I could hardly believe my luck. Here I was, slow dancing with Linda Ward, the hottest girl in the school! My right hand on her waist could feel the heat of her hip through her thin dress, while she held my left hand in her soft right one. I wasn’t leading though, she was. She was maneuvering the two of us deeper into the crowd of dancers I realized, far from the prying eyes of the teachers that were supposed to be chaperoning this high school dance. That was good, I...

Frankie s Man Johnny

Copyright© There were no two ways about it: Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts. They had been neighbors: Johnny was the handsome, devil-may-care teenager, always getting into trouble. Frankie was the cute girl next door and looked adorable in her first-in-town wearing of her pageboy hairstyle. Frankie was sweet, all right, but she had steel in her. Johnny did have the roving eye and whenever he looked too long he paid the price: kissing Frankie became like kissing a frozen...

Dearly Departed

Dearly Departed By Ray Kitten The funeral in many ways was not entirely unlike the multitude of others that had been held under this room since the community hall had been constructed in the 1930's. Many of the same expressions hung on today's batch of faces, and the urns were filled with the same flowers, as they had been every week for the last 75 years. Think every week is an exaggeration? People die every day, check your local paper in the obituaries column and see for...

Helping Johnny

There was a person with learning disabilities in our neighbourhood, a man named Johnny who was nineteen years old at the time of this story, while I was a forty-three-year-old divorced woman who lived alone.Although Johnny was suffering from Down syndrome, he was very kind, polite and responsible. Unfortunately, the same can't be said about some of the guys and girls of his age who usually mocked and bullied him, despite having a healthy brain. I noticed that he is able and willing to learn...

Here s Johnny

Here?s Johnny Here?s Johnny!PART I: THE SECRETARYI guess you never know how well you really got it till it?s all gone... or so they say.? Well, I had it all.? I had the high paying job, the sports car, the big house,? the sexy wife, the great kids... life was perfect.? But like any ego driven american male, i had to have over-indulge and throw it all away... and this is how I did it.Ever since I was young I could remember having peculiar tastes in sex.? It started when I was young,...

Helping Johnny

My relationship with a someone with learning disabilities There was a person with learning disabilities in our neighbourhood, a man named Johnny who was 19 years old at the time of this story, while I was a 43 year old divorced woman who lived alone.Although Johnny was suffering from Down syndrome, he was very kind, polite and responsible. Unfortunately, the same can't be said about some of the guys and girls of his age who usually mocked and bullied him, despite having a healthy brain. I...

Dear You

Dear You, As I lay here in bed writing these words tonight, while my boyfriend sleeps next to me, I'm thinking I'll give this letter to our mutual acquaintance to hand off to you when she next sees you. I don't know her very well, and it's assuming quite a bit of trust that she won't read it. It's funny how little I know about you, given what we shared at Kristen's party. I have to admit that I've become obsessed with you. I've gone through her Facebook friend list countless times, thinking I...

Riding Mr Johnson

My sexual relationship with my boss, Mr. Johnson, began with a sizzling hot blowjob in his office, the door locked and the blinds drawn. Despite not being very physically attracted to him (he was balding and meaty) I took up his offer to get on my knees and suck his cock on a particularly stressful day. I had to discovered that I quite enjoyed servicing him with my mouth. His dick, although only five inches, was thick and fat, and his balls were big and a joy to suck on. After the first...

The Astounding Adventures of Timmy Johnson

The Astounding Adventures of Timmy Johnson By Nikki Mouton-Cadet Let Timmy Johnson tell his story in his own words: Introduction Hi Everyone. First off, "Timmy Johnson" is not my real name. So, don't try looking me up in any catalogues or registers. When I was born, too long ago to think about now, my loving parents named me; Timothy Andrew Johnson. But, for some reason, ever since all those changes, they call me Timmy. I suppose, after all these years, I'm okay with that. ...

Helping Johnny

Although Johnny was suffering from Down syndrome, he was very kind, polite and responsible. Unfortunately, the same can't be said about some of the guys and girls of his age who usually mocked and bullied him, despite having a healthy brain. I noticed that he is able and willing to learn and have a normal life. His disability didn't affect him or people who interacted with him that much. I considered him an adult, so did his parents and the people who really knew him. Those who didn't were...

Blowing Mr Johnson

I'd been working at Mr. Johnson's office for about three months while I was going to school for my MBA. I figured having an office job and observing my superiors would be good for me. I never knew that my relationship with Mr. Johnson would become what it did. It was a chaotic day in the office that Monay morning. I was running around, photocopying and faxing things and making phone calls. Mr. Johnson asked me to call his wife and tell her he'd be home late. I felt bad for the man; he worked...

MARK OUR 1ST JOHN

This story and all of my stories are my real sexual conquests, I'm open to contructive cristism. My boyfriend "Lawrence" and I are both bisexual, very sexual beings. I am 29 about 5'2 125 lbs, Spanish and Native American. I have straight black hair to the middle of my back, underneath I dyed blonde, I have a couple tattoos on my arms, people tell me I have a Suicide Girl look. (If you don't know who they are, look them up) . My boyfriend is 33 and about 6'2 185 lbs, White, Brown hair...

Vanessa Meets John

“Vanessa, come on, we were supposed to go out tonight,” my friend Dave was saying to me. “I know, I’m sorry, but you know how my dad is with work. He likes to include his family with everything, so I have to go to the dinner. I shouldn’t be out late.” I smiled into the phone. “Maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll swing by afterwards to give you a little treat.” He chuckled. “Alright babe, tell your parents I said hey.” “Will do.” I hung up the phone and wondered what to do about Dave. I’ve been...

MARK OUR 1ST JOHN

Introduction: CRAIGSLIST OFFERS UP AN OPPORTUNITY Let me start off by saying my boyfriend and I are not hookers. We ran into a really tough financial situation and being the open minded people we are, we took opportunities as they arose. This story and all of my stories are my real sexual conquests, Im open to contructive cristism. My boyfriend Lawrence and I are both bisexual, very sexual beings. I am 29 about 52 125 lbs, Spanish and Native American. I have straight black hair to the middle...

Oh Yes Father John

How would this change her? She was told this meant she was now becoming a young woman. The feelings in her body had certainly started to change. She could now feel a warm sensation in her pure and untainted pussy, particularly when she would put her pillow between her legs at night while she slept. She wondered if the other girls at school also were having these feelings. She wondered if they were still virgins like her. But of course they were, she thought, good Catholic sixteen-year-old girls...

My heart is always with you Love John

Someone once said that when it hurts to look back, and you’re scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there. Isn’t that the best feeling in the world…to know that someone will always be there? The bond is impenetrable. It’s one soul that inhabits two bodies. It’s like a marriage when you think about it. Through thick and thin, through better and worse, in sickness and health….well, you get the point. We met in the third grade when my dad, a successful...

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A New Taste Part 12 For John

Time to experience pleasure is a luxury. I had to tell many lies to buy my precious time with Harrison but It in my mind the balance of deceit and indulgence was worth it. I had no intention of ‘coming out’ to anyone and felt comfortable with our secret meetings. I guess it was ever thus. Millions of cocks have been sucked by men leading otherwise straight lives. I had to complete one more day at work before I could fully relax with Harrison in his parents house. I texted my arrival time and...

Craigslist BBC for Nikki and John

I set it up just right. It was two days before her period was supposed to start. I unplugged the oven/stove in the middle of the night so Nikki would wake up thinking it had broken. I placed a call to a "repair man" -- but it was really Marcus, the guy who I had selected to give my wife her very first black cock. And what a truly big one it was!With Marcus scheduled to arrive at 4:30, I started warming Nikki up at 1 with some alcohol. By 3 we were on the couch, feeling tipsy, smoking a blunt...

Master John

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Extending the FamilyEpilogue John

Of course, Allie got her wish. So did Rachel. Somehow, that next day, whenever Danni had thought of going out to buy a morning-after pill, she was nailed to her bed by either me or Paul. He didn't realise what his mother was doing, of course – leading him to father a child on Danni – but I did, and I'm afraid I dumped my cum in Rachel's channel as often as I could, while he fucked Danni exclusively. It was the day after that she managed to get out of the house and visit the pharmacy, but...

Delta OriginalChapter 21 Dear John

Justin was sitting on the small hill watching the digger coming out of the entrance to the new mine that he had helped get started nine days before. The young Prol woman operated it deftly. He was delighted with his work here. He had come back to Clarksville the day after they had helped Lee build the UN Compound. Their father had inadvertently, taught him and Kim to teleport between planets. They had picked up the basics for ‘on a planet’ from Lee. Allan had been impressed by Kim...

Repeat PerformanceChapter 4 Belle and John

I had to do it, sooner or later. I had to contact Belle, if for no other reason than my peace-of-mind. I had been lying in my bed at night, desperately trying to remember our early dating days. I didn't have much money then, so a movie was just about all I could afford. We used to go up the mountain to the ski lift parking lot. It was a popular spot for necking, and we were regulars after a while. The problem was, I couldn't remember how long it was before we became regulars. I had no...

Dear Diary 9 23 2016

We emailed back and forth a lot that first Friday night, well into the morning hours. We talked about his life, I shared some aspects of mine... almost nothing, really... privacy and secrecy is a well-ingrained habit. It turns out I actually am the first girl to ever make him cum, he hasn't even kissed a girl yet... and strangely, even though he came in my mouth, he still hadn't kissed a girl. He went to his bed and he told me he was going to dream about me.... sweet boy.... and I went to...

Dear Mother

I’m not exactly sure why my mother and I were never close. I suppose it was because of how I saw her treat my dad. He was constantly being criticized for some sin or other, usually minor and often unjustified. It seemed like he had lived his whole married life in this state of harassment and I often wondered why he had married her when she was so obviously unhappy with him. I was born a year after their marriage and I was their only child. My mother was an attractive woman, now forty years old...

Dear Brandi Letter Of Confession

Dear Brandi, There are so many things that I need to say. There are so many things that I see in you, that you don’t see in yourself. The nature of it all sits so well in your being. You can’t see past your hurt and pain to see what’s in front of you. I know we both have our differences, and I know that what you see in me is not what you’re looking for. But what I feel for you is more than I’ve ever felt in my whole life. I can feel my entire soul flow with love every time I think of you, see...

Dear Mom

Dear Mom, I sit here and wonder what I would do if I lost you. I don’t know where I would be if you were not with me. I never thought I would ever be this close to anyone in my entire life. While many of my friends have grown apart from their mothers, it seems to me that I have only gotten closer to mine. Some people would say that our closeness is not a healthy relationship for me, I do not really give a shit what they think or say. I truly believe that if you can not share all your secrets...

Dear Diary

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...

Dear Mother Finding Penny

Author’s Note: Now before all you flyboys and veterans get on my case about the technical errors, just remember, this is a work of fiction. I’ve never served in any American military unit and I’ve never flown an aircraft. The idea is to tell a story without letting the technical stuff get in the way of the plot. I hope that doesn’t put you off too much. This is the third and final episode of the ‘Dear Mother’ series. Thanks for sticking with it and I hope you enjoy it. * Chapter 1: I turned...

Dear Cait Ch 01

All characters in this story are aged 18 or over. Of course there will be intercourse, but it’ll take a little while to get going… There’s a reasonable amount of plot Dear Cait, It was nearing summertime when we met, my darling. You were so striking… barely 18 years of age yet so wise to the world around you. I was strolling across that field- the one with the long, lush grass that reached your knees- a piece of corn hanging from my mouth. It was warm that day, and there was a slight...

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. bl**dy 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...

Dear ex hubby

‘As you may or may not know I am about to be divorced. This is a way I thought of getting back at hubby………hell no we are not getting back together. LOL!’ Dear ex-hubby, I hate it here, living with my sister. Don’t get me wrong, I am glad she offered me a place to stay, but she is just too nosy and bossy. All she does is lecture me oh how you were so wrong for me, pointing out every thing in detail like a fucking drama queen. Why just this morning sis told me that I should swear off all men for...

Dear Diary March 18th

Dear Diary…March 18th Today was incredible! You will never believe what happened! As you know, Oscar and I have been friends a long time. I would like it to be more, but don’t want to risk losing his friendship. Today, we went bicycle riding together. I loved seeing the beauty of nature around us…no other people or signs of civilization to be seen. It was peaceful to say the least. We talked and laughed about silly stuff as we pedaled along leisurely. Seeing a big old tree about a mile...

Dear Diary Cont April 9th

Dear Diary continued ……. April 9th Oscar and I had just finished eating and packing up our picnic lunch when it started to rain. Little drops started to spot our clothes. Taking my hand he began to run for cover. I pulled back and he stopped. Turning around he looked at me as I grinned naughtily at him. I had always thought it would be so romantic to kiss is the rain. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips on yours, signaling I was not ready to leave. Instead of running for...

Dear Sir

Dear Sir,I had a dream about you. We were in a hotel, and a cheap one judging by the mundane furniture found in every motel that lines the interstates. We stand there awkwardly and still as though we are bound by an invisible web. I brake my bond first inching towards you. I remove your red baseball cap and cast it carelessly aside. My hands shake as I begin undoing the buttons of your plaid shirt. I fumble, finding it difficult to clasp the small white plastic in my fingers. After the third...

Dear Diary 2 him

Dear Diary, Went to Sal’s yesterday to crash over after the training. Great to see them all again, it’s been too long. Had a great time with Sal when we went for a walk… It started when I arrived, late afternoon. The door was answered by a harassed looking Sal. She greeted me with ‘Hello! Come in, kettle’s on.’ I stepped over the threshold and gave her a hug. She buried her head in my shoulder and whispered ‘it’s bl**dy good to see you again, things are *too* normal around here at the...

Dear Penthouse

I feel as though this letter should start out Dear Penthouse and anyone reading this will think its just another fictional story made up by someones sexual driven imagination… but not today. First off, let me tell you a little about my wife. Before we dated I was the only one she ever had sex with, not even her fiancé, before me, so shes never been very sexually active. A typical sexual experience with my wife is in the missionary position with NO BOOBS and speaking of boobs, she has a...

Dear diary I met a girl

Dear Diary, Last year, I met a girl. Actually, that’s inaccurate, because she wasn’t a girl. She was a woman. A lady. A goddess. The most stunning creature I had ever laid eyes upon. It was in a coffee shop, which was something that made me laugh when I thought about it, because I don’t really go to coffee shops, but for some reason, that day I did. I was sitting at a table, reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, and sipping a steaming hot cup of caramel coffee. Minutes later, in she walked....

Dear John Part 15 of 15

CHAPTER 43Déjà vu all over again. Randell was a big guy but today he was a pussy. He didn’t faint like Mort almost did, but he was nervous. Oh my, he was nervous! I had to allow that in his case he had reason to be. Both his mother and his sister had had miscarriages in what were supposed to be routine hospital deliveries. He was mortally afraid that he might have inherited some terrible gene or something.Just as was usual, a white clad man with a stethoscope around his neck came out, and he...

Dear John part 9 of 15

CHAPTER 25 “Well, the game was a good thing, right?” said Abigail, “I mean a good idea?”“Yes, he told me he really enjoyed it. I guess he did. So, yes, it was a good idea.”“And the girls having that play next month, at the high school,” she said, “that is another opportunity to get the man to man up as you are always saying.”“Yes, it is a good deal for us and really more for him, and maybe Lana too if it comes to that,” said Owen.“You think he’ll move back?” she said. He shrugged.“He did say...

Dear John part 7 of 15

CHAPTER 19 My call to Jeff was one he expected. I’d kinda given him a heads up at the funeral. It was just tentative at the time, but now I was beginning to get my act to together and making some decisions. The good news was that he was actually still in Phoenix. He had some business with the parent company of the trucking company that he drove for. I knew he was thinking of moving back here; the parent company had been wooing him to take over some stuff. He was still thinking on it.I was alone...

Dear John part 3 of 15

CHAPTER 7The next nights all I could think about was him screwing her. In my mind’s eye I could see the kids, Sarah and Mia, running into the house and calling for him: “daddy, daddy!” I was sick at heart and ruined of body. Jeff said I needed to move on and live my life, but I could see no upside to that. I just wanted to die. Dying would be good: an end to all of the pain and emotional suffering.The odd thing: I felt lost and alone and empty, but I didn’t actually hate the two of them. Don’t...

Dear Perrey Reeves 1

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Dear Boys And girls

Dear boys -and girls.I want to tell you about an idea I had many years ago.It was 01:10 on a Thursday evening and I was at a train station. I was on my way home from a meeting in my union.The station was empty and my train would not be leaving until 01:45. I had a women’s magazine in my purse which I began reading. I had only just begun reading a novel in the magazine when 3 boys about 16 – 18 years old entered the station. They were a bit loud and began commenting me. Things like ‘wow she has...

Dear Diary Straight

Dear Diary,Today was a pretty damn good day, I’ve always wanted to fuck my white stepdad, Dave, never really thought that it was possible though. I didn’t think he would be up for it because my mother has a great shape and she have bigger and better boobs than me. Mom got a call from York and she had to leave 6 am in the morning. I went to wake my step dad at 7 with a cup of tea. As I am waking him up, I could see a huge bulge in his underwear. All the thoughts of me fantasizing having sex with...

Dear Diary Part 1

23/09/2016 Dear diary, I do realize how stupid it is for me to write in a diary. I mean, no one does it anymore in this day and age. And now that I think of it, I was born in a world where social media and the Internet had already become mainstream. I don’t remember ever using an Ethernet cable. Wifi was something I had always take for granted. A time without wireless internet? I can’t believe it. But we’re getting off topic. The reason why I bought you from the university bookstore was...

Dear Diary

Dear diary: I look much younger than my twenty-one years. I am five foot two, dark hair and have what is considered a petite figure. My small breast make my puffy pink nipples stand out. I keep my pussy trimmed to a strip just above the tip of my lips. Now that you know what I look like naked... I've been out of High School for several years. I wanted to go away to college but not having the money, I'm taking classes at the Community College and working various jobs to help with tuition. Most...

Dear Diary 4

Dear Diary #4"Don't worry; I knew the two of you were involved when he invited me over. I think it's kind of hot actually, but I don't know how you could handle him. His cock is as big around as your forearm. I trust you won't say anything about me being here. You can trust that I won't say anything about the two of you either."I couldn't stop the smirk that crept across my face. "I couldn't handle him. I don't know how far I got, but it definitely wasn't all of it. My pussy was so sore after...

Dear Diary 3

Dear Diary #3"You are a wonderful kisser, and it was a perfect first kiss, but you might want to move that unless you plan on taking my virginity tonight." It was an open invitation, and I certainly wouldn't object, but I doubted he was quite ready for that step."I don't mind us giving each other pleasure, but you should save that for someone you truly love," he said as he started kissing his way down my body.God, he was dense sometimes, but his lips were magical. Remember how I said my breasts...

Dear Diary 2

Dear Diary #2I just nodded as I let my hand slip down to caress him. As long as he was growing more comfortable with me touching him sexually, I was happy. I felt him tense up twenty minutes later when our parents called down to tell us they were going to bed, but he relaxed again when we heard the door close.He gasped a moment later when I slipped my hand inside his shorts to touch him directly. "Tilly, what are you doing?""Mom and dad went to bed, so you know they won't be back to check on us...

Dear Diary 1

Dear Diary #1You will never believe what happened today. Jimmy Johnson actually tried to kiss me. I was so disgusted that I almost hurled on him. I mean come on, if you are going to try to kiss a girl, at least take a shower that week and use a breath mint or something. I was pushing him away, and thankfully my br0ther was watching out for me, so he dragged the jerk away before he got anywhere. Thank god, I want my first kiss to be something special, not some gross jerk f0rcing himself on me.I...

Dear Diary Adult store

Dear Diary - 23 years old, mid November was invited to go to a Heritage Festival with one of my steady friends. I picked him up and drove the hour to the event. I was wearing black ribbed control top tights, pink bootie shorts (the control tops of the tights showing from the bottom of the shorts) tan suede boots, Black knit sweater (pink formed bra showing from under it “A” cup falsies), pageboy cut black wig and of course makeup.We had a great time at the festival, lots of looks as we held...

Dear Diary 2 him

Dear Diary,Went to Sal's yesterday to crash over after the training. Great to see them all again, it's been too long. Had a great time with Sal when we went for a walk...It started when I arrived, late afternoon. The door was answered by a harassed looking Sal. She greeted me with "Hello! Come in, kettle's on."I stepped over the threshold and gave her a hug. She buried her head in my shoulder and whispered "it's bloody good to see you again, things are *too* normal around here at the moment."I...

dear kelly

dear kelly,so it was 1hr 5min to trim the brows, pluck the brows, modified "gankin" face message, shave, then lotion the face. 1.5hrs for the big ass workout (interrupted for feeding the cat) and then another 1.5 hrs to shower, deep massage my ass, "chi" massage my tits, apply meds and lotion up the body. lots of work... i lost 3lbs doing it, but it's working of course. i woke up looking hott.i think looking good naked is important.after showering, i usually apply 7.5mgs of pregnenolone to my...

Dear Diary Entry 3 Reminiscing How My Dad Conquered My Womanhood

Dear Diary, I am Reshma. The little one of the incest family. My mom, Reena must have introduced me to you already. But I think she toned down the details a lot. Yes, I agree with what she said describing me absolutely. I am a sex-loving freak. But that’s just the tip of the iceberg. I am much more than that. To be blatant, if I don’t get to have sex one day, I will commit suicide. I am not lying believe me. It’s like food or oxygen to some people. To me, no sex no life. “Fuck me properly you...

Dear Diary Entry 2 A Hot Threesome With My Boyfriend And My Sister

Dear Diary, This is Sindhu. Nice to meet you. This feels so weird but also cool to keep on entering these private details in this diary. I know people are going to read this. That’s what excites me the most. The feeling of sharing my sexual exploits with the public in itself is arousing me, making my nipples hard. I wouldn’t say I’m not into incest because I share with my sisters. But not with my mom and dad. The thought itself makes me cringe in pain. My mom, Reena, must have introduced me to...

Dear Mum

Dear Mum,Our Scoutmaster told us to write to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and got worried. We are okay. Only one of our tents and 2 sleeping bags got washed away. Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all up on the mountain looking for Adam when it happened.Oh yes, please call Adam's mother and tell her he is okay. He can't write because of the cast. I got to ride in one of the search and rescue Jeeps. It was great. We never would have found Adam in the dark if it...

Dear Mr Sears

Dear Mr. Sears, I know that it may seem strange for me to be writing you, after all you've been dead for many years, but my friends at the Psychic Network tell me that this may be the only way I'll attract the attention of the store you left behind. I have been a loyal customer of your store for many years because it supplies two classes of merchandise I cannot live without. I make my living with my hands, and for as long as I can remember I have used your Craftsman tools,...

Dear Diary A Mature Wife s First Unexpected

August 19, 2002Dear Diary,“What if my husband had strayed once or twice,” had run through my head as I left Al’s science room down the hall from my room? I knew the day I thought that I felt a deep kinship at 53 for this man, an 8th grade science teacher, and he wasn’t my husband! I still loved and shared life with my husband but after so many years of marriage, travel two or three days a week in his job, maybe what fluttered inside my body when Al was nice to me was for the first time maybe,...

Dear Abby

Dear Abby, I need your help. My wife and I taught self defense classes together, we ran our own gym, and everything was perfect. We did everything together, two of the beautiful people, and who couldn't be happier.That was before the great shift last month. My life is upside down ever since. I was going out for the evening with my wife. My Mother had come over to babysit our 3 year old son Harold. Then as with most of the world, our lives forever changed. I found myself in my wife's...

Dear God

Dear God Some people claim they know just how to reach you The best way to pray Some say on your knees Some say with your hands in the air I will try either way Or both If you will just listen Because I have a question I have just got to ask you ...

Dear Dirty Diary last part

Dear Dirty Diary, Giggles and whispers filtered through into my recurrent dream staring The Devil’s Dick. His big black penis stood fire hose stiff as I tore the wrapper off the extra large condom I took out of my purse. As I rolled the slippery latex sheath down his extraordinary erection, I was delighted to find it fit perfectly right down to its base. I cranked his seatback lower, whipped my jeans and panties off, swung my left leg over and straddled him. I centered the head of his penis...

Dear Dirty Diary part 20

Dear Dirty Diary,The following Friday, at precisely 6 pm, our doorbell rang. I greeted two young women, dressed in dark trench coats but when the Russian sounding blond spoke, “How do you do you, Laura,” I realized it was duty nurse Jennifer and she’d brought an assistant along. I ushered the two upstairs, noting their white stockings as they reached the second floor.When Doug spun around in his chair to greet them, “Oh, the pair of you came!” just before he bit his bottom lip anxiously. After...

Dear Dirty Diary part 18

Dear Dirty Diary, A snore from my husband interrupted my sleep and when soft dreamy music and squeals of delight floated into my ears, my eyes popped open. I concentrated, trying to locate its source. Doug was sound asleep, as he should be at 1:18 in the morning. I most carefully slid out of bed, so as not to disturb him and tiptoed downstairs toward the sounds. I paused at Louise’s bedroom door but the music came from further down the hall. Carefully avoiding every creaky floorboard, I...

Dear Dirty Diary part 16

Dear Dirty Diary, Thanksgiving weekend all the Huntingdon stores started pushing their winter fashions, so Louise and I went shopping. Even with all the closet space in our new apartment, I had to do some fall-cleaning to make room. I dumped out my pantyhose and tights drawer on the bed beside my relaxing husband. Each pair I got rid of, Doug would pick up, carefully examine, then like an old fart would ask, “What’s wrong with these?” I’d point out the runs in the expensive ones and the...

Dear Dirty Diary part 15

Dear Dirty Diary, By the following morning the three had checked out and we were all alone. Louise was strangely quiet upstairs as I laundered yesterday’s towels and bedding. I made some coffee and tiptoed upstairs with hers. All was quiet on the second floor but I heard a chair creak upstairs in my apartment. I stepped loudly up the stairs and glimpsed her from the landing with her nose in my laptop computer. She peered over the top of her reading glasses at me and said, “This segment...

Dear Dirty Diary part 14

Dear Dirty Diary, The weekly games nights were fun but too much emphasis was placed on debauching and not enough on paying our expenses. Fortunately we had posted advertising in malls and the Chamber of Commerce info offices throughout the area to catch shoppers. One weekend in early October, a young woman with dark olive skin and sparkling black eyes arrived, saying she saw the signboards. Rija, a late twenties Montrealer, took the front room next to the stairs. As she was going out for...

Dear Dirty Diary part 13

Dear Dirty Diary, Louise advertised in Cornwall, Messina, Montreal, Plattsburg and Burlington newspapers and had brochures printed for the Cornwall travel bureau and outlet malls. Erin and Jeremy suggested they should put adds in This Week back home to draw people we knew down for visits. Within days of their ad, we got a request for lodgings for the third weekend in September from some Whitby people. Given directions for our shortcut through the States, two weary twenty-something...

Dear Dirty Diary part 10

Dear Dirty Diary, A week had passed and Doug announced the completion of our new bed. I checked out all its clothing drawers, the sliding compartments in the headboard and its bed linen bin at its foot. I ran my fingers all over its satin-finished pine and had to admit it was really handsome. My husband had done a beautiful job, but I was concerned with how we’d transport it to Quebec. He told me it was all assembled with deck screws and could be easily broken down into pieces. He said the...

Dear Dirty Diary part 10

Dear Dirty Diary, Over the rest of the visit, Louise and I wandered through the shops down in Huntingdon while Doug explored the area. He seemed infatuated with Lake St. Francis, I suppose because it was reminiscent of Lake Ontario. On our drive back home, he behaved himself admirably, deep in thought. By the end of the following week, he informed me everything was under control. The conniving old fool had talked our k**s into moving into the Marina condo for the year. Erin had an...

Dear Dirty Diary part 9

Dear Dirty Diary, Eight weeks had passed since Doug had come home from the hospital. He was still a little pale looking and complained of being cold all the time because of the blood thinners. The night before, he was detached and completely immersed in a Blue Jays baseball game. Early the following morning was gray and rainy and I was feeling quite sorry for myself. Like a fool looking for comfort, I went down into the den, popped in that Lisa Brokop “When I get to be you” CD into the...

Dear Dirty Diary part 6

Dear Dirty Diary, Brassy trumpets, thumping drums and crashing cymbals increasingly trespassed into the soundtrack of my most lushly sensual daydream. The brassy confusion of marching bands obliterated the wind's delicate whispering through tall birch trees as well as the plaintive honks of the Canada Geese. My shimmering memory of the sparkling green water of Lake Ontario was shattered. I tried my best to blot out the racket and return to my daydream. My hand searched for comfort between...

Dear Dirty Diary part 5

Dear Dirty Diary, The next Monday, after Doug went to work, I went over to Louise's to water her plants and check for the e-mails she promised to send to her own computer so Doug couldn't pry into our affairs. There was nothing yet but when I accidentally clicked her address bar down, I saw all the web sites she'd been browsing. Many of them had sexy-sounding names and I noticed she visited some of them several times so I clicked on one of them. It showed all kinds of nude women's pictures on...

Dear Denise

Dear Denise, The last time we spoke, you asked me about my first experience with another woman. To answer your question, no- it wasn't planned. Really the first time, I was very young. As I grew up I tried to keep thoughts of my first, buried under a torrent of fantasies about boys. Don't get me wrong. I liked, and still do like sex with men. However, I have come to realize that sex with another woman can fulfill me in ways that sex with a man cannot. Women are far more gentle, and yet...

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Dear Mommy

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Dear Diary part 10 Questioning and Answering

Dear Diary, Sometime ago, I joined a message board where I could talk to other cross dressers, women, trans preps, and even male admirere about all sorts of topics. It became a safe spot, a sanctuary for Kimberly to express herself. I became a regular there and even befriended some very nice people. Although never meeting any of them in person, I felt a general closeness where I could be myself and took comfort in the cloak of anonymity. I had met this guy named Dalton who lived in...

Dear Diary part 11 Burgundy Wine and Moonlight Date Night

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Dear Diary part 13 The Lace Lease

The Lace Lease Dear Diary, Life has gotten a lot more interesting lately. I have to tell you. My roommate situation has changed dramatically over the past couple of months. Marchesa found a really good job but sadly she had to move. Luckily it was just in the next city over from us so we could still see her often but I was still pretty sad. It was a great opportunity for her and I didn't want to spoil it for her. She had become a very close friend to me and I didn't want to...

Dear Diary part 14 A Walk In Closet

Dear Diary Bring in the closet can really weigh a person down. Living one life is hard enough but living a dual life, forget it honey. My head spins at this whole situation that I feel physically dizzy. Most days it's confusing balancing the two worlds. To compress the two seems almost impossible. It's hard to reconcile these two parts of me. It's a luxury for people who are certain of their assigned gender. Over the last few months, I've peeked out through the cracked door...

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Dear Diary, A girl can walk herself into an opportunity she simply cannot pass on. This girl sashayed heel toe heel toe into one recently, though I might have given away too much in the process. I work in marketing in an office dominated by very astute women. They always come into work wearing chic, gorgeous outfits ready to meet with our clients. I often admire their style and keep mental notes of their outfits and pieces that I want in my closet. I am also the only "boy" in the...

Dear Diary part 16 Glowing in the Dark

Dear Diary, What a whirlwind weekend it was of shopping, dancing, and lots of girl talk with my best girl Marchesa. It had been hot a minute since we've got together so she invited me over to see her place and show me around her new city. When she called me the week before she said she had a couple of things planned for when I get back there but wouldn't divulge any details. She just said to pack a couple of cute outfits for going out. Eeeeek!!!! So I spent that entire week in total...

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