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Dear Serena Sutherland 2

So it would start off in the brand new year 2018 I finally move out of California with my lovely wife, Krystal Marie Bearden Willis, and where on our way leaving in a private jet with her mother Melissa McCarthy, and her mother Serena Sutherland, and even her Mother, so thats Krystals great grandmother Paula Dean. An here we are all packed up and riding on Paula & Serena's Private Jet headed back to Texas where Krystal and I are going to be living in a luxurious mansion by both her gran and...

Dear Mimi 2

The year is 2028, in San Jose, Ca And you and I are married some how. See Mimi this is what I dont understand, but letd do it the way you want to do it where we all live together and you have ruined everybody's lives but your own. In your fantasy island you, Krystal, and Aimee aren't sisters, you aren't enemies, you are all, bi-sexual lovers that have completely tooken over my life and every aspect of my where I have absolutely no control of what I am going to do next but,,,,,, what ~ MIMI -...

Dear Diary Topping for Lunch

HI all thanks for reading my post. A short overview of who and what I am. i am a transgender who was taken first by my 6th grade teacher. I became his sub being pimped out to others as he wished and when. This is a short story of my lunch topping that he gave me enjoy.The lunch bell rang. As I was walking out of my 6th grade class I turned to the teacher giving him a wink as I did everyday. he called me to his desk. i walked to him stood by his chair. He waited till the classroom was empty...

Dear Diary Prolapse surprise

HI Sweeties (love you all) - If you have read any of my post you would already know that I was gaped and my sissy pussy was wreaked at a young age. If you are not aware send me a message and I will explain how and what happened. Anyway, In my early 20's I was scanning the hook-up sites looking for a stranger who was staying in the area. I came across a trucker whose truck broke down and he was looking for someone like me. We exchanged emails and agreed to meet at his motel.He opened the door...

Dear Mimi 1

This how it begins, i finally catch you walking down the street. 2nd, Santa Clara San Jose, Ca. And i finally get the guts to say whats up to you "Ayo Mimi, whats poppin." You "Oh, nothing, jusy coming from Rasputin Records, do i know you?" I "Mimi, yes, I hope so, I been trying to get your attention for rhe last 10 years, i dont know if I'm stalking you or your stalking me, I just wanna get to know you." You "Oh, O.K. name is J.V. right?" I "Yeah, so you do know me?" You "Nigga please, I...

Dear Taylor Armstrong 1

And...... The last rose goes to Taylor (Out of Khloe Kardashian, Melissa McCarthy, and Taylor Armstrong. On Enetworks 'Who Jas What it Takes To Marry SUPERMAN: SEASON 2') So we kiss, hard rough french kiss, ending the night in our Disneyland Hotel suite, with amazing surprise, Taylor Armstrong winning the show. We're in the back of a Mercedes Bens black limousine when, you turn to me and say "John, I mean , daddy you know I love you, and I worship you, I am forever your slave, your wife, and...

Dear Summer Sapphira Bundie Neeley 1

I "Hey Auntie Summer how have you and my uncle Robert been doing?" You "Well, we've been doing alright I guess, why do you ask?" I "Oh Just wondering." I was just spending the summer with you guy's, because I was doing really bad. Sleeping outside and inbetween things just on the upstart of starting my Independent Recordings company, BFO Recordings llc., So I let Paps come thru to hang out with me, Paps "Whats up cousin?" I "Just chillin' at my Auntie and uncles house." Paps "Where they stay...

Dear Diary glory hole

Well I haven't posted a story from my diaries in a while. I was changing the summer wardrobe to the fall wardrobe in one of my closets today and came across another box of my diaries. Sitting on the bed thumbing through them shaking my head thinking what a slut I was (still am LOL). Anyway i came across this entry and remember it so well I thought I would share it.Age 21 rainy Friday night I went to the adult store to purchase a new toy. Walking in the door "Hi Michelle" the store keeper...

Dear friend

We've been friends for years and we've shared so much with each other throughout the years. I've been there for her through all her break ups and emotional times.When we first met and started to get to know each other I confessed to her that I had feelings for her. She led me on for years in our youth by sending me nude pics all the time, even though she had a boyfriend. We would always go back and forth with our friendship due to certain things like a boyfriend not allowing her to talk to me....

Dear Diary Pick up date not a normal date

HI sisters and Daddy’s - In my early 20’s my business is catching on moved into my first place by myself and living as a woman., the future looks bright. My teen years of being a sex slave and a street whore are behind me As you know if you have read any of my profile post I should have been born female in every aspect of the word except for a few male hormones that screwed everything up (LOL). Anyway, There was a gay, transvestite lounge/club a few town away that I used to go to often....

Dear Diary BBC you will be surprised

Hi All - If you had read any of my post you would know I kept a diary growing up and who, what I am and what I had to do growing up. Here is a short overview of one of those situations.My 6th grade teacher (owner) told me one day after school he had arranged for me to meet a few men at the normal road side motel he used to drop me off at to service them many times before.Sitting on the dirty bed of the run down motel waiting for the door to open to see who I would have to satisfy my mind...

Dear Diary Shy Boy

Reading through my diaries I came across the day and remembers everything about it thought I would share. As you know from my other post I kept a diary while growing up. The boys used to pas me notes in school telling me to meet them after or during school. The normal place was an old barn in the woods where I would service them one on one or in a group.Anyway. There was this boy in school who was shy, very thin and you can call a total wimp. The others would tease him push in around you...

Dear Khloe Kardashian Part II

So basicly I'm thinking we meet at Panera Bread we're both waiting in line and I notice you, "Hey aren't you Khloe Kardashian?" tou respond "Well, yes I am, aren't you Bay Area Underground Legendary mixtape Rapper/Singer JohnVeNOM." "Yes I am" we talked at a booth table for about 5 hours talking of our career's, our relatives, parents, and past relationships then it happened, you said "I kinda used to stalk you, the relationship you were in with a teenage girl named Aimee K. Barnett, that was...

Dear Diary I m sorry Princess

As mentioned in earlier post mom and I lived in a small one bedroom mobile home she works as a waiters at a dinner trying to make ends meets on tips. Many times there was not enough money to pay the bill and the rent. Mom (and many of the other woman and girls) would service the park manager to make up for the arrears. Everyone who lived in the park knew who and what I was and accepted me especially him. I had visited him many times to pay the rent mostly blow jobs.On this day the phone rang...

Dear Diary At the Hop

Cousin Marlene (have mentioned her a few times before in my post) calls telling me they will be having a retro style dance on Saturday night at the dive in movies that is located a few towns from us. I was not old enough to drive as of yet and she wanted me to go with her. Of course I said. For the next few days (if I my teacher did not need me) she picked me up from school and we went to thrift and second hands stores looking for retro style outfits. I found a cute pink "poodle skirt and pink...

Dear Diary Mom came home early

Rainy day today so i cleaned out a few closets sorting things to take to good will. I came across another box of my old diaries and scanned through then. This event i thought you would enjoy as soon as i started to read it i remembered every moment of it. Let me know what you think.I just got out of the shower and changed into my night things. This evening I was wearing a pair of “hello Kitty” panties and night shirt. Watching TV telephone rang, it was David a boy who also lived in the trailer...

Dear Melissa McCarthy

I've been dieing to fuck you since I seen you on Mike&Molly, I love you're short-little thick ass, these cute fat ass jumbo titties, an fat ass of your's. It starts in Downtown San Jose and you catch me at Starbucks you say "Hey, Jdash, J.Vizzy, Venomous k**, Whats up with ya, huh?" I say "Whats poppin, Melissa McCarthy Right." "Nigga, you know who I am,,,,,an you know what I want to do. "Oh, yeah and what is that." You move closer to me an whisper in my ear "Have you plow, you're big black...

Dear Serena Sutherland

So it would start that you come all the way, from Texas to bring me back, an to be your husband, we're sitting in a McDonald's eating, and you tell me "Well for one Mr. Willis, all of us in the lone star state absolutely love your music and your type of entertainment, and I was wondering if I could persuade you of coming back to Texas with me, and letting me help you start your record label on a bigger platoe." I say "Well I love the West Coast, I'm born and raised in San Jose, I don't know if...

Dear Penthouse

My wife Cali works at small town store where a lot of local residents frequent. A young k** named Ryan comes in a lot and engages in small talk with Cali almost everyday. Ryan came in one Friday and was telling Cali he just turned 18 and was looking for odd jobs so he could buy a car. She told him there was nothing at the store but, if he was interested in doing some yard work he could come over to the house and earn some extra cash. I agreed to the idea, and Friday Cali could pick him up and...

Dear Baby Sister

The summer after I got out of collage I was back home. I wanted to visit my baby sister, for I hadn't seen her since I graduated high school. Halley was six years younger than me at the age of 18. I was 24. Halley had long wavy dark brown hair and big light blue eyes. She was only 5'2'' but her body was amazing. Every curve was so distinct. Her full 32 C breasts moved into a flat skinny waist onto her perfect round ass. The last time I had seen my sister she was 12 and had not hit puberty yet....

Dear Diary Today I let Daddy take my Virginity

This is an extract from the diary of a bewildered girl, entering her puberty with so many questions about men, her confusions and new found desires, her changing body and lusting for the unknown, and her first real penetration, by her loving father, the unbreakable bonding a girl has for her parent and first lover. Please read on and feel around with her as she ventures forth, enjoy her release and see if you recognize these traits in your sister, or girlfriends, chances are their fathers have...

Dear Journal 1

July 14thTomorrow I turn 19! I can't wait. Matt says he's going to make sure I get drunk and laid. Not necessarily in that order. I wish he was the one laying me ♥. I think he would never talk to me again if he knew how I felt. I am so sick of pretending. I'm still the same guy I've always been.------------------July 16thYesterday was the worst day/birthday of my life. I got drunk and kissed Matt. He won't return my calls or texts. I'm fucked. When school starts.....I feel like killing myself....

Dear Daphne

sooooo...of course, i have no idea whether i'm being a bother and i pray things are going well in your life & i know you must be busy what with many other things...and i KNOW i must be boring w/these petty details of my life... i'm sure you've surmised my loneliness...certainly, i don't want to presume and go on & on & on writing my dirty thoughts about exactly what i would do if i got my paws on your hottness again...thus, this will be my last message to you until i hear from...

Dear Diary A Teen Girl Growing Up

December 12th, 2003.Stayed over at Angela's house, late night lots of fun, 'A''s boyfriend stayed as well, had to listen to then bonking all night long, freeking weird, serves her right if she cop's one in her belly.Dec 14th, weird bus ride homeIt was really cold and had to pull my coat tighter into me, cursing the fact I had opted to wear a short skirt instead of denims.Pulled into depot for driver change, weirdo guy on other bus having a quick one, watched him do it, WTF, bored, but he has...

Dear Cho

An old friend John wrote this for me, it's his letter.I want to hold you down and enjoy you. Normally I would tie you up so I could take my time with you, but this time I want to feel you struggling against me, trying to resist me - trying to fight your way off your bed, or your couch, or wherever you are when I decide I want to have you. I'd grab your wrists, pull them behind you and slide a hand up under your shirt so I could play with your breasts. Pretty soon that wouldn't be enough though...

Dear Thenmozhi

Hi, just like you people I am a regular Indian sex stories reader too… This is Sam Anderson of 22 years old, who would like to share the story little creatively with you. I am an average, well grown, good looking and a decent guy. This incident has occurred some two years back in my hometown. To begin with a story, I am an average studying boy in class seventh and eighth standard. Usually all of my friends, they use to go for tuitions in the evening. I usually love to enjoy my time at home by...

Dear Diary

"Raaaaaaaaaab!" My wife's shrill voice cut through the damp basement air. Geez, it's as if she had dropped a brick on her toes while in the middle of saying my name. I answered quietly, but it didn't matter what I said because it was a reply so low she couldn't hear me. I remember when I enjoyed the soothing sounds of her voice, but today the sultry voice had been replaced by that of one with the same jarring noise to my senses as fingernails sliding down a chalkboard. "Raaaaaab, have you...

Dear Girl from Art class

i really wish i had the courage to approach you, but then again that probably would have freaked you the fuck out since you got me so fuckin hard..it was those tight sweatpants you were wearing. You can see the outline of that thick round ass perfectly! and i can just imagine that juicy pussy your hiding from me. i played this scenario out in my head as i stared at your sexy body..just right in the middle of the teachers boring ass lecture i would walk up to you and tell you exactly how i want...

Dear Jon

yeahhh... i hope u will be waiting 4 me in a room, ummmm as soon as we met and the door closed i would drop 2 my knees and rip ur belt off quickly unzip u and pull ya pants down, shove em 2 the floor. i wud wrap my arms around ya waist and pull u 2 me and breathe in ur scent...rub my face all over ya stomach lick and tongue u thru ya shorts and reach inside shorts and grab wat i wanted. id gather all the spit i had in my mouth and drip it all up and down ur cock. using my hand to get it all...

Dear Diary Part 2

I must have passed out because next thing I know I'm opening my eyes to see that the bedroom light was on and Mum and Dad are standing over the top of me, looking at me. I looked down and realise the blankets are no longer covering my naked 19 year old, horny and shaven body. I look back at Mum and Dad and smile the sweetest smile I could muster."Hey Mum, Hey Dad," I said."What are you doing Ashley?" Mum demanded, "And why are you naked in our bed?"I look down in shame and notice the huge wet...

Dear Prudence

"I'll take care of your coat for you, Prudence," I offered as I helped her remove her fur jacket. "Thanks, Mike," she smiled. "I'll see you at the bar after you've finished that little chore." That was when I noticed Steve Watkins and Barry Reynolds standing between me and the coat room. I could barely conceal my distaste as I attempted to walk around them to hang Prudence's fur. "Did I hear you call your wife 'Prudence', Mikey?" laughed Steve. "That's a name you don't hear very often. In fact,...

Dear Dawn I will never forget you

When I was 19 years old I was a full time student at a well known college in N.Y.C. (on the soccer and track team) and had a job as a waiter at a popular restaurant. Well, I had a terrible crush on my boss Dawn. (the most beautiful woman to come out of Albania) Well, I was the butt of a lot of virgin jokes. I had not had sex yet and my coworkers never let me forget it. One Friday night after work we all went to this club. (well, the young people, she was 25 at the time) I was doing my thing...

Dear Daughter

It was 1997 and I had just got home from the hospital watching my wife give birth to our youngest daughter Dee. My wife will be home in the morning and life will get crazy. It wasn't but a short time later that I got loaded and went on a bender. Robbed a bank and the rest was history. Thirteen years later i was released from federal prison with no one, nothing, and free. I was 43 years old, in great shape and horny as a motherfucker. First thing i did was have a beer, or 13, find a woman and...

Dear Master

You should know that I have spent a good portion of every day the last two weeks just stewing in horniness wanting to jump your bones. I've been non stop turned on for 2 weeks straight. I zoned out for entire episodes of my show just thinking about you tying me up and dominating me. I love that feeling when your pounding me and your balls slap my clit. Yesterday at work I had a hard time focusing because fantasizing about you tying me up and doing dirty things to me was overtaking my...

Dear Diary

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...

Dear Diary ndash Neighbor Boy Gurl BFF

Summer time just got out of the 7th grade in the back yard (our yard bordered the woods) playing with my dolls. I was wearing pink shorts (pink ruffed panties underneath), a pink bra and white top. Changing outfits on the dolls combing their hair, doing what girls do with their dolls. Hearing a sound, I turned to the path leading from the woods and saw a boy standing by a tree looking at me. Hi I said, He replied “Hi” in a meek voice as he looked down. I got up walking to him; he stepped back...

Dear Daddy

One of the biggest mistakes I ever made was to start keeping a diary, it was also one of the best things that I ever did. I started jotting things down when I was twelve and as I grew up my entries grew more and more detailed until I was writing everything in my diary and I mean everything. My hopes, my dreams, and my wishes they all got written down. When my periods started and finished, my first time with a man, my most recent sexual adventure, who, where, when, how and how many times, it all...

Dear Sweet Mother

'KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK' Robert heard as he lye in bed. "Open up, you sleepy head!" Robert heard and knew who it was; he ran to the front door and saw that it was Julie, his current girlfriend. As he peeked through the curtains he saw that she had wore a see-through top and the smallest mini skirt he had ever seen in his life. He flung open the door and grabbed her chunky body in his arms. Her blonde hair covered his face as he kissed her neck and his hands grabbed her 38-inch ass. "You...

Dear Prudence

"I'll take care of your coat for you, Prudence," I offered as I helped her remove her fur jacket. "Thanks, Mike," she smiled. "I'll see you at the bar after you've finished that little chore." That was when I noticed Steve Watkins and Barry Reynolds standing between me and the coat room. I could barely conceal my distaste as I attempted to walk around them to hang Prudence's fur. "Did I hear you call your wife 'Prudence', Mikey?" laughed Steve. "That's a name you don't hear...

Dear Deanna

© 2001 All Rights Reserved I know it's been almost a week since I have written but I had no choice in the matter. I have been at sea on a mission that I can never tell anyone about, even you. This job has its advantages but sometimes, it really is the pits also. You are accustomed now to kissing me at the door in the morning as I go off to the base and not knowing whether I'll be home later that day or not for a month. I don't think I will ever get used to it and am glad I will be...

Dear Sweet Dee

Her name was Darlene Dimpledale, which is perhaps why she'd gone by the name Dee Dee, or simply Dee, for about as long as I'd known her. Which by now had been a very, very long time indeed. My parents and I had lived next door to Dee and her husband Frank for years. I was an only child, and as I came to find out early on, Frank and Dee Dee never had any either. Though the reason for that was something I never found out as to why. But as such, Dee had taken to me as a second mother of sorts,...

Dear Hate

I write things. Poetic things that have deep symbolic and metaphorical meaning, that express the truth in what is going on in the world around you.Things that are easier to manage when seen in a different light. Why? Well, I like to. But today, I wanted to take a different approach, and offer a wake up call by someone who matters very little in the larger scheme of whatever we're doing in this life. This has been brewing in my head for quite some time, and the narcissistic storm of racist...

Dear JohnChapter 21

2007 “So?” said Owen. “He’s bitter and it’s all my fault,” she said. “And it’s your fault? What?” he said. “He heard me kind of dissing him when I was talking to Harriet that night we all went to dinner at the Scarborough,” she said. “Dissing him?” He said. “Yes. I’m ashamed to say it. In fact I said the same thing to Harriet at the time. But, doing him made my skin crawl. I mean he is so damn ugly. Anyway, he heard me say that and well, it probably ended it for him and me and I mean...

Dear JohnChapter 22

I wheeled myself across the floor waiting for I knew not what. Was I being unreasonable? I supposed that on any number of levels I was. But, all of that being true, it was also true that I was right! I was going to be relegated to second class citizenship; and while I was willing to accept the truth of that, I was not willing to accept any pretense that such was not the case. They’d done so much for me that I was willing to accept my status. Yes I was. But I was going to demand that I be...

Dear JohnChapter 23

2014 It was my birthday and for some damn reason my good buddy, Jeffrey Michaels, had seen fit to screw me over and have half of the American Army in attendance to celebrate it—read embarrass me. “Just a little celebration,” said Jeff. “Yeah,” said Harry Gould. “And we’re buyin’” The hullabaloo was on! There were seven of us doing the hard core drinking thing and I was no better than the middle of pack as far as consumption was concerned. I noticed someone paying attention to me. A...

Dear JohnChapter 24

The meeting with Abigail had been tense, but in the end, with a major push on the part of Lana, the decision was made to make the trek up to Phoenix. I wasn’t thrilled with the idea, but secretly I had long wanted, needed, to see my son. He might not be my son in any real sense of the word anymore; I was aware of that, and it saddened me big time. But, I needed to at least meet him, see him. And yes, the decision having been made to go, I did the manly thing: I cried my eyes out, and Lana...

Dear JohnChapter 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 JohnChapter 26

The man had gotten no less than twenty men, all experienced movers, to literally disassemble our lives. Not just the apartment and that was no small task in my humble opinion, but our lives. Bank accounts were moved, credit scores upgraded—dramatically—the whole ball of wax. And, no not with my permission! Oh, I did have a heads up that it was all going to happen, but it happened without my damn permission, and yes, that did bug me. However, it didn’t happen without Lana’s permission. And...

Dear JohnChapter 27

The kids came to the door, all three of them, around 5:00 to invite me and Lana to dinner. I didn’t answer the door. The woman had taken my truck. I wondered where it was. I wondered if I get it back or if she’d actually stolen it. That one I couldn’t believe. She’d find a way to get it back to me. I just didn’t know when or how—yet. I guessed that not opening the door cued the man. He was knocking on it at 5:31. “Sam, what’s going on? I just got home and saw your truck parked around the...

Dear JohnChapter 28

“Well, Missus Gardner, yes that is a fact. I have a proposition for you,” said Owen Cord. “A proposition. You see my burns Mister Cord. You’re a good looking guy, and you want to proposition someone who looks like me. What’s the matter you afraid no normal woman would want you or something. Or are you some kind of pervert, Mister Cord?” “Huh? What? No, no, no, no,” he said. “Nothing like that, and no it’s not for me. I’m married, happily married. No it’s for a friend. He’s in tough like...

Dear JohnChapter 29

Winter was in full force, well, as full force as winter ever got in Phoenix, Arizona: the gauge on their patio wall read 72 degrees. We’d, Rina and I, been invited to the Cords for a barbecue. Late January might seem to be kind of a weird time for a barbecue, but their patio was so big that if it got too nippy outside we could always move into the Plexiglas covered enclosure at the rear of the patio to get out of the cold and wind: fully one third of the expansive patio area was enclosed....

Dear JohnChapter 30

“Oh my God! Not in a million years!” said Lana Meacham. “Ben follow my lead, please, and whatever you do, do not say anything offensive to this guy no matter what he says. Got it!” “Got it? What guy?” said Ben Holder. I stared as at a ghost, and uninvited ghost. She was two feet away when the waitress started to show us to our table. “Hello, Sam,” she said. I didn’t respond. I had already begun to wheel my way out of the place. But then Rina cut in on the action. “Sam? Where are you...

Dear JohnChapter 31

“So we’ll be going,” said Rina. “Yes, the man made a good case; he is a persuasive gentleman. I can see how he was able to seduce Abigail. Abigail is smart, but not that kind of smart, and she is a material girl if there ever was one,” I said. ` “Hmm, yes, I can believe it. I mean that Owen is a charmer, that is. He is good looking and he does have the gift of gab. So yes, she likely didn’t have much in the way of defenses to counter his assault. “Anyway, so okay, I’m onboard. And though...

Dear JohnChapter 32

Our wedding was only a couple of weeks after the kids’ graduation. It was a small affair, but it was in Vegas, which was an all day trip for us, but we went up the night before to get a room and kind of kick back. The ceremony was on the strip and scheduled for 1:00 p.m. the next day, Saturday, the 3rd. I was mortally disappointed that my daughters weren’t there. I had half expected the two of them to show up, and maybe even with the eight year-old Ronald in tow. But, they hadn’t. We took...

Dear DiaryChapter 2

“How were religious and ethnic minorities treated in the various empires?” “In the Americas, Africans were considered inferior because they were slaves. They rarely had any personal rights and were used as labor. The Natives of the Americas were viewed as savages, which frequently led to conflicts. The Christian missionaries viewed any religious beliefs other than their own as a cult and attempted to convert anyone who didn’t follow their beliefs.” My smirk was all the confirmation Julie...

Dear JohnChapter 33

“So,” said Abigail. “He’s still a little bummed by what you said about the two of them. But, thanks to the girls, he’s willing to try and forget about it. The forgive part is easier than the forgetting; that part might turn out to be the impossible dream. But, he is trying. The trick will be for you to be careful about saying those kinds of things. Yes, they are challenged with the way they look. And, I can tell you that if there was a damn thing I could do about it I would. I’ve actually...

Dear JohnChapter 34

I couldn’t believe it. The woman was deliberately figuring out ways to hurt me. If not her words then her influence with the children. I was being cut out of their lives. I knew the children, the twins for sure, wouldn’t actually realize it, or believe me if I pointed such out; but it was a dead-mortal-lead-pipe cinch that that was exactly what Abigail Cord was doing. Well fuck her and the wild ass of Borneo that she rode in on. My hate for her would never die. Oh no, it would indeed not ever...

Dear DiaryChapter 4

“I’m going to need your ID, and the sign says no one under eighteen. I can understand wanting to get your little sister a vibe of her own, but she can’t come in to help you pick it out. Sorry, but you could get me shut down.” Julie looked down at me and winked as she reached for her purse. “Why is it everyone thinks I look so much younger than you do? You’re only a couple months older than I am.” The guy behind the counter caught my eye roll and smirked. “I take it you’ve been through this...

Dear JohnChapter 35

It’d been months since the great divide! I was almost forty and feeling older. Did any of it matter? Not really. Over the past while, my ass had damn near turned to concrete sitting in this goddamn chair. But I suppose it wasn’t all bad. I had a good woman. I had peace here in the San Fernando Valley of California. The weather was uniformly good. And I was eating regular. Hell, I had it made. But life is full of surprises and interruptions and distractions even here in our previously...

Dear JohnChapter 38

The closer we got to Casa de Cord the antsier I got. I didn’t want to see the woman. I did want to see the children. But the woman, not a fucking chance, not after the way she treated my wife, my real woman! But, I supposed I was going to have to. It’d been almost a month since I lost my true love. I had never felt so lost, not even after Abigail had left me. I don’t know why I was comparing them, but I guessed it was inevitable. Go figure. He pulled into the drive and helped me get my...

Dear JohnChapter 39

I’d given my okay to put myself on exhibit because of the fact that Lieutenant Claire had gone out on a limb to get me on the show. And, because I saw it as an opportunity to make some serious points with my son, oh yeah. Was I thinking rightly—arguable—but it was my thinking and I was going to play it through to the bitter end. “So, you gave in without a fight,” said Jeffrey. “Yeah, I guess,” I said. “Well she does outrank me, us.” “Hmm,” he said. “So you coming to the big expose?” I...

Dear JohnChapter 40

“So you talked to Sam,” said Owen. “Yes, like you commanded me to,” said Abigail. Her look was almost something, maybe accusatory. “And,” he said. “He appreciated my honesty, like you said he would. Oh, and he made sure I understood that he did not hate me,” she said. She still had the look. “Okay, anything else?” he said. “And he no longer has any respect for me and he doesn’t like me anymore, his exact words,” she said. “Oh, and he said he and I are done forever and on all...

Dear JohnChapter 41

I knew who it was that was knocking. “They see the strange car. They know I have a guest,” I said. “I expect that’s so,” said Lana. I walked to the door and sure enough. “Owen, I’m surprised,” I said, tongue in cheek. “Hmm, yes, I’m sure,” he said. “Lana, it’s good to see you. Right?” and it was a question. “I hope so,” she said. “Whaddya think of the man’s new gams?” he said. “Nice, nice, very nice,” she said. “The product of a teenager that Owen has had working for him,” I...

Dear JohnChapter 42

I was there. Lana was there. And so were Owen and Abigail and Mortimer. The door swung open and a white clad lady with a stethoscope looped around her neck came smiling up to the soon to be proud poppa. “Doctor?” said Mort. “It’s a boy. Mom and our new young man are doing fine. You’ll be able to go in shortly. The nurses are in charge for next little bit. Everybody was talking at once to everybody else. Well, except Mortimer. He was talking to himself. He was kind of funny I thought. I...

Dear JohnChapter 44

“Yes, we had lunch,” said Abigail. “And it was very nice. Oh, and they paid.” “Okay?” he said, and it was a question. “Yes, at the Scarborough,” she said. “At the where!” he said, hardly believing it. “Yes, I was surprised too. They’d determined to have a kind of a top notch lunch, a date maybe, and then I showed up,” she said. “You didn’t offer to pay, did you?” he said. “No, no, I may be dumb but I’m not that dumb,” she said. “No, I let them pay. In fact I told the guy that I wouldn’t...

Dear Diary Today I Caught My Son Spanking His MonkeyChapter 3

The handwriting on the note was from my son. He was probably the only one with the audacity to snoop in my room and challenge me. I assure you that when I walked up to his room, I was calm and collected. I thought it may be a simple matter of demanding the return of my diary and my sex toy. I did not believe that Michael would dare push me on the issue when I strode up to his room. I was more than willing to lay off of him and not spank him again – at least for a while. I assured myself that...

Dear DiaryChapter 2

I rested for a half day and began to recon the area for inhabitants. I found a couple of coveys of the big birds and a small and a large herd of the cattle. I also found a path. I followed it for a couple of hours and decided I must be going in the wrong direction. I hadn't found anything that indicated recent use. I turned around and made my way back to the van. I arrived a bit after dark. The days were long here, it must be summer, although the temperature was very pleasant. I had tied a...

Dear DiaryChapter 3

I awoke the next morning feeling pretty good. I took care of my morning business, checked my sugar and took my medication. I then asked if Joy would like to share some of the bird that I had left. "My people don't eat much meat, but I will share with you. I have prepared some food that you might like also," Joy invited. Joy had fixed some food that was like cream of wheat or grits. It tasted fine and we had a pleasant breakfast. We walked outside and talked about small things around the...

Dear DiaryChapter 4

As we got ready to go to bed that night, Joy sent "Fred I will need to be in skin contact with you to have the greatest chance at affecting you." "Okay, Joy, I appreciate the fact that you will try to help me," I told her. We both stripped down and got in bed under the covers. "Oh, Fred, you are so warm. You feel so good. I may have to sleep with you on the nights when I sleep, for comfort." I chuckled and told her it was okay with me as long as she didn't snore too much. I dozed...

Dear DiaryChapter 5

We ate a good breakfast and loaded the wagon and hitched the team. Night told me that she had worked at the hospital with Joy, and had been involved in the same political group, hence her imprisonment. We bought her some warm clothes, and I gave her my knife to carry for a weapon. I still had my pocketknife, if I needed one. I walked ahead of the wagon as a scout, while Joy taught Night about driving the team. It was pleasant and quiet, I could hear them sending to each other easily though...

Dear DiaryChapter 6

Both Joy and Night agreed that we would help this woman. We helped her up and into the house. I thought Joy and Night were tall, this woman was over seven feet tall, and shaped like earthly women were. She had dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. Her name, the best I could get from Joy was Friendly Hopper. Vocally, her name sounded something like Bi/le'/moe. I asked, and it was granted that I could call her Billie. She said she was freezing, and she was cool to the touch. We gave her some...

Dear DiaryChapter 7

We arrived back at the farm with no fanfare, except from Bob who smelled the meat in the wagon and was trying to get some. Billie gave him some of the less tender parts, and he was happy. We set about preserving the meat. We canned some and dried most of the rest of it. We ate some fresh for a couple of days. The beef stew with some of our grits was very good, but the steaks were a bit on the chewy side. While we were waiting for the fields to dry and get ready to harrow and plant, Billie...

Dear DiaryChapter 8

We got everything, including the two newly freed slaves, loaded up. Night, Billie and I walked along with the wagon while Joy drove the team. That night we made a nice camp. We were introduced to Jojo and Ellie; Billie had already anglicized their names for me. Jojo was about 6'8" tall and very thin, which was about all I could tell. Ellie was about 6'5" and very busty, again, about all I could tell under her heavy clothing. I guess Billie is big for a woman. During our discussion over...

Dear Diary a New Start

I woke up this morning feeling exhausted and weak as a kitten. That was the most normal part of the entire day. I was sure that when I last closed my eyes that I would not be waking up again. And, if I did wake up, I figured on it being Purgatory or Hell. I’m not sure either would be any worse than my actual experience. I was dying of COVID-19 thanks to the Corona-virus. No one here knows anything about it. Hell, no one here knows about SARS, the Ebola epidemic in Africa, or a myriad of...

Dear Uncle BobChapter 3

Bob was pleasantly surprised to see the fifth-grade teacher. He'd thought she was cute, when he'd met her the day he'd spoken to her students. She seemed to be blushing every time he looked at her in a way that made him think she might be attracted to him in some way. He had even considered asking her out, but then he'd decided he would wait and call her in a couple of weeks. Why the delay he couldn't say, but it was what his instincts said do and he went with it. Now there was a...

Dear Uncle BobChapter 4

Trying to ignore his throbbing dick, which wasn't easy, Bob listened as Emily explained about her dating frustrations and the reasoning behind her sending him anonymous erotic letters. He wondered what the odds were that she would be the one to send him the letters, and then end up being his date. When she ran out of steam and looked even more embarrassed ... not to mention cuter than ever, (not that he would tell her she looked cute. In his experience, telling a woman she was cute was a...

Dear JohnChapter 2

Job searching was the focus of the moment. Still, I was feeling good, yeah working my ass off with two jobs, but on some level feeling real good regardless. And in actuality, for all of her hyperventilating about me getting better situated, better career-wise, she was feeling good too. Yes, she was still hot for me to get a better job, one that wouldn’t keep me out to all hours like the two I had were doing, and I was working on that. I was good with computers my lack of college...

Dear JohnChapter 3

2000 Milano’s pizza parlor in the middle of town had been their favorite place to eat fattening food ever since high school. It had been the venue of their very first date. Cecilia Milano, daughter of the original owner was now that, the owner. She settled into the booth and checked the paper placemat cum-menu that was Milano’s trade mark: its list of goodies was in both English and Italian—go figure. “Missus Bradshaw, it is good to see you,” said Cecilia Milano. “How are you?” “Good...

Dear JohnChapter 4

He was staring at the beauty bending over the open back trunk of her car doing something domestic with her groceries. Maybe 5’5” weighing in at around 110 pounds; she was slender for sure. Bubble butt, maybe B-cups, brown hair and a face that could have launched a thousand ships. He smiled. It was ten to one she was married. But, resist her, not happening. “Hello Miss, need some help?” he said. He’d startled her. “Huh! Oh, no, I’m fine, thank you,” said Abigail Bradshaw. “Oh, well good. I...

Dear JohnChapter 5

They were seated in an office at Benson’s that he sometimes used for business. He, for whatever reason didn’t have an office of his own, hadn’t wanted one though he had been thinking about getting one in the near future. The fact was he was thinking of buying out Benson’s. And, not because he needed an office for himself or a business address per se. He needed one because he was at the point of needing to hire a staff to help him out. That since he was going to be hooking up with a woman...

Dear JohnChapter 6

“How’s is he this morning, doctor,” said the three striper. “Depends on what you mean,” said the man in white. “He’s out of the woods as far as surviving is concerned.” “Doctor the man saved nine guys including me. He’s got to be fixable,” said Sergeant Michaels. “Sergeant, we’re going to do our best, but you and the others need to be prepared for—stuff,” he said. The sergeant nodded, sadly nodded. “Doctor Hargrave, tell me. I was there. I know it’s bad. If he’ll let anyone besides...

Dear JohnChapter 8

“Hey girl, welcome to Casa de Cord,” said Abigail. “Thanks,” said Harriet Bridger. “So what’s the latest on the missing loved one?” “Nothing, not so much as a post card. Frankly, I’m worried about the guy. I mean, I guess on one level no news is good news, but it is worrisome not knowing anything. He should be back by now. But, I guess he’s still over there,” said Abby. “Hmm, yes, makes sense I guess or you would’ve gotten a whiff for sure. I mean the babies and all,” said Harriet. “Yes,...

Dear JohnChapter 9

She put the groceries down on the kitchen counter just as the doorbell chimes announced a visitor. Abigail Cord smiled. She’d been adamant against hiring a full time maid for the house, but had been happy to keep the twice a week cleaning service on the books, and they did do windows. Answering the door, she was surprised. “Velma!” she said. “Yes, sorry to just drop by like this,” she said. “No, no, I’m just expecting the cleaning ladies is all. But, you did surprise me,” she said. “Come...

Dear JohnChapter 10

Her tears ran riot for the entire hundred miles back to Phoenix. Her husband would be out of town for the next two days—a sudden business something or other—but he was on the cell and ready to join her on a moment’s notice if she needed him. He’d promised her that. She would wait to talk to him. She very much needed to talk to her parents first anyway, and Sam’s dad too. When she talked to her husband she wanted all of what she had to say, all that she now knew, to be vetted and clear in her...

Dear JohnChapter 11

From across the room, he watched the man, his daughter’s ex-husband. He was a man whose body was clearly ruined if not his spirit. He didn’t seem as depressed as his Abigail had indicated. Of course he was among fellow warriors for the most part here in the VFW “party” room. He made his way to the man. This would be a test for sure, thought Gregory Williams. “Hello Sam, I hear you’ve been getting a lot of visitors,” he said coming up to him from behind. The wheelchair spun around at the...

Dear JohnChapter 12

They’d been talking for a while, but the big man could sense it was crunch time. “Abigail, you know that whatever you want is what you are going to get. So tell me, what is it that you need, want, what all,” he said. “Like I mentioned: I went to see him, his dad went to see him, and then my dad went to see him, all in the last few days since you’ve been gone, a regular parade,” said Abigail. Her husband smiled. “Yes, seems so,” he said. “Everyone, including me, had the same revelation if...

Dear JohnChapter 13

In spite of her dubiosity, she had seemed to relax at my willingness to talk and visit her place in order to see the children. “Good, I’ll call first, okay?” she said, “let you know that I’m coming.” “Uh-I don’t have a phone,” I said. She reached into her purse which she had been holding and pulled out a cell phone. “I didn’t know if you had one or not, so I got this one for you to use,” she said. It was one of those new cell phone things that I’d seen around at the VFW. “Okay?” she...

Dear JohnChapter 14

It had only been a week since seeing her, smelling her, being around her, listening to her—wishing it was me in bed with her. I needed the woman, but, as I kept having to remind myself, I would never have her again, probably not any woman ever again. Even prostitutes would be avoiding me, making excuses to not be with me because I was so ugly. And now the woman, the one that used to be my woman was coming to pick me up, so I could be with our children. It would be a two hour drive if we...

Dear JohnChapter 15

He fell into the seat across from her. It was clear from his look that he didn’t want to be pushed. She was anxious, but she held back waiting for him to get his bearings, calm down, whatever. He looked up at her. “That man...” he started and stopped. “It didn’t go well then?” she said. “No, no, it didn’t go well. He’s in a very bad place, Abbs. And, he’s not like any other man I’ve ever met. Whether because of his injuries or the divorce or whatever, he’s in a very bad place. Listening to...

Dear JohnChapter 16

Well I was pretty sure that this time I’d be left alone at least for a while. I was more than persuaded that I’d likely be getting Christmas cards from Abigail, but those would be returned unopened for sure. I didn’t like their attitudes or their phony sympathy and gift offers. The fact was I was beginning to actually hate the bunch of them. There was nothing I was ever going to get from them that wasn’t a bunch of nothingness, nothingness to me for damn sure. I looked over at the clock...

Dear JohnChapter 17

My dad’s intervention, if that’s what it was, likely saved a situation that was already bad from becoming a major disassociation of families. He literally pushed me into the bedroom in my wheel chair, and having bidden Abigail to put together a serious breakfast, he read my crippled and disfigured ass the riot act! “Son, even if everything the two of them do is wrong your interests and theirs are pretty much always going to be the same! You need to cut the woman some slack, and her husband...

Dear JohnChapter 18

Forty minutes after we set out we pulled up in front of the house. I gathered my things, and we went inside. She said she wanted to come in for a minute, but couldn’t stay. She and Anna, who had pulled up just behind us, needed to get back because of the children, but she was going to say hello to Dad before she left. The place was quiet. Dad was nowhere to be found. Then he was, on the patio. My father, really what was actually left of my whole family, had passed. I wheeled myself over to...

Dear JohnChapter 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 in the...

Dear Mother Finding PennyChapter 2

My third year at Oregon State University ended on a mixed note. First, I lost my girlfriend Liz when she went back to Canada to finish her schooling. She had qualified for her national swim team, and they wanted her closer to home. That hurt. We had just become lovers a few months earlier, and I was seriously considering asking Liz to marry me, but all that went out the window. I would have been really down in the dumps if something amazing hadn't happened just after Liz left. I found my...

Dear Mother Finding PennyChapter 3

I knew I could take a chance and not enlist in one of the services and if luck was with me, I wouldn't be drafted. On the other hand, I had a burning desire to learn to fly and I was determined to do whatever it took to realize that dream. The services were the only realistic chance I had to fulfill that ambition. In addition, I felt a moral obligation to serve my country. I just didn't want to end up getting killed in some foreign country if I could avoid it. I decided to join the Coast...

Dear VickieChapter 2

It was like 2:30AM when I went back to the tent so most everyone was gone. We slept in the midnight to 8AM tent because we normally deployed at night, so we bunked down with all the night shifters. I didn't even hear anyone moving around until I glanced at my watch and noticed 10:15. Since I noticed the lighter colored tent wall, I gathered it was daytime now. Even going with a double wall tent, during daylight over here the tents weren't really all that dark, but it did help. Once I...

Dear VickieChapter 3

As we walked into the JAG office, I said, "Hello again, Sgt. Rester, we have a 00:30 appointment with Colonel Lane." "I believe he is expecting you, I'll let him know you're here. Just a moment, please." Sgt. Rester went in the hallway door and came back five minutes later, and said: "Follow me please; the Colonel is ready for you now." Tony and I went into his office and sat at the two chairs in front of his desk. He was on the phone, but about to hang up. We kept quiet and waited...

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