Saturday, August 10, 1968 Dear Mamó, I’ve been secretly loosening my asshole over the past couple of weeks, starting with a finger, then working up to a carrot, then finally a banana. I figured it's already pretty pliable because I take such big dumps, but I wanted to make sure it can handle an input as well as it can handle an output. Won’t Kevin be surprised when I tell him he can jam his dick in my ass! In other news,...

Friday, July 05, 1968 Dear Mamó, Last night there were fireworks over the lake, then some fireworks inside the cabin, if you know what I mean! Just kissing and cuddling, though. I know you were a fast girl when you were my age, but I haven’t fooled around a whole lot. I jacked off a couple of boys in high school, big whoop. And the guys at MIT aren’t exactly the type to sweep you off your feet—they’d be more likely to bui...

Friday, June 14, 1968 Dear Mamó, Well, I’m finally here! I went through an entire thermos of coffee on the drive up but I made it safe and sound around 9 o’clock last night. I had to pee so bad! I didn’t want to risk breaking my neck walking to the outhouse in the gloaming, so I just squatted in the front yard. ☺ The camp looks the same as I remembered, although everything seems smaller. Is that just because I’m bigger? I...

Morning Sunlight was streaming through the windows when he woke. It had to be late – and he never slept late, not even on weekends. He was also famished, remembering that neither of them had eaten last night. They were – preoccupied. He was still stunned that she had shown up at my door, naked, bound, and on her knees. And he was stunned and astonished at how she connected with something inside of him. He had never experi...

It all should never have happened. My comfortable life should have stayed just that - comfortable. If I hadn’t made a sudden decision to hire a convertible and go for a long drive, or if my GPS had not said, "Signal lost," at the worst time, or if I hadn’t missed a turn while concentrating hard on driving on the right hand side of the road, then I would never have been on that road. Even then, I wouldn’t usually pick up a...