Dear Diary, The sun sinks low, casting elongated shadows that dance across my bedroom wall. I observe the clock, its hands creeping toward the hour when I'll finally be alone with my thoughts and my flesh. The atmosphere is heavy with anticipation, each tick mirroring the thudding of my heart. Why does time drag when I'm yearning for this? It's as if the cosmos conspires to extend my torment. An electric charge courses ac...

Dear Diary, As I sit down to write this entry, I can't help but feel a sense of anticipation and excitement. Today has been one of those days where I've been consumed by my desires, my body aching for the touch of someone special. I've decided to document my evening, as it promises to be a night filled with filthy thoughts and desperate needs. As the day draws to a close, I find myself alone in my apartment, the silence h...

January 1st, 2023. Dear Diary, So, another year has gone. Looking back, 2022 was a weird year. There was the war and the prices and all that nonsense. But this year, it’ll be a good year. I am sure of it. My New Year Resolution is firm and absolute; this year, I will move out of home. I will get my own place. I will get a proper boyfriend (Between you and me, I hope to get at least some physical action sooner than that. I...

My parents and I had returned to their house after we’d laid Granny to rest. We’d been quiet during the drive, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Granny was Mom’s Mom. She was my confidant. The woman I went to, and trusted, with my joys and sorrows as I grew and even into my marriage and divorce. I could always tell her anything with no fear of judgment, just understanding and always sound advice. Arriving home, Dad par...

16 May 2021 Now, one of the things I've discovered about Pavlova Training is that you lose all sense of spacey-time. The last thing I remembered was running the tip of my tongue up the cum dripping meringue bite that Queeny Bitch was holding before my stingy-bee lips. So, I was a bit of a befuddled, teen-angel of compliant behaviourism when I awoke to find myself back in my own bed with the sun shining to announce a new d...

"I must've been fucking insane," I cussed, staring around the cavernous attic. "Why did I sign up for this?"  "This" was cleaning out my deceased mother's house. Large, traditional, and draughty, she'd bequeathed it to me. But, being a city girl, I'd decided to sell this country dwelling. After a morning of hard graft, broken fingernails, and filling a gigantic skip, what used to be my former home, was now nothing more th...

Sunday, Feb 21 Dear diary, I'm aware that you are but an inanimate object, yet you've always been my best listener and my confessional. I know you can keep these secrets, so dark I wouldn't even entrust them to my best friends, let alone my slutty little sister Larissa. Something happened last Friday. No, it didn't just 'happen.' I did it myself. Well, I didn't do it just then. I did it like a million times before, but it...

June 20th Dear Journal, Every morning I come down now in my underwear to the kitchen, and every morning mom is totally naked out of the shower. Neither of us acknowledges anything is different, or weird or inappropriate about this. Then when we Mom gets home from work, she’ll gradually shed her clothing. By the time she slides her feet over my lap for her foot rub (best part of the day!) she’s usually wearing just her und...

The two hour trip with Brian turned into a disaster. We left after breakfast and it was just the two of us. We traded small talk for the first about fifteen minutes and then he asked if I loved his son. I told him that I did and he started his barrage of questions. He asked everything from what Simon and I had done together to what I liked to best. It was so embarrassing, but I had been taught that when asked a question y...

You can’t believe how pretty it is here. We turned off the highway and traveled down a long dirt road to see this huge cabin nestled in the woods. I’m not sure there are enough words to describe what my eyes saw, but I’m going to try. My eyes saw what my mind could not start to believe. I’m glad I took that architecture class last year. The front is a tall a-frame peak filled with a large bay window. It looks almost like...