All Chapters of The Wet Diãry : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Hi peekaboo diary. So happy that I changed the old Diary that seems to be filled with only bad memories. But I promise you, that I'm filling you with hot and steamy memories.So let's just recap about my life. I'm Rumi. I married my high school boyfriend and have two beautiful children. However, my marriage turned into divorce because of that asshole. I spent nearly 20 years with the same man, faithful, and loyal. On the eve of Christmas eve, in the northeast winters, my friend Sara and I met up at a local restaurant bar to grab some drinks and catch up on all the happenings in our lives. Sara had a boyfriend so this wasn't out on the town looking for men. However, I was recently divorced and wouldn’t mind any action to help move on. Together, we are always the flirtatious type. I wore tight, bootcut blue jeans with a cashmere, form fitting, blue sweater and I was feeling myself.The bar was starting to get busy, with the hockey game on the big screen, and we were making our way

My mother had made me go to one of those christian colleges, where everyone is holy and pure, but I managed to find the one or two studs who were into fucking. I honed my skills on them. Of course they felt horribly guilty about their sinful lusts. One even volunteered for missionary work in South America, no doubt as recompense for his sins. That college was not my idea. My mother made me go there, but then, she paid all the bills.I could feel my father's knees quiver as I held his legs and sucked him, making his hardon slide in and out of my mouth. He placed his hands behind my head, but did not try to force himself into me. As I massaged his balls with one hand, I moved my mouth faster and faster, and his legs began to shake violently. He started to fuck my mouth, so I put a hand around his cock to keep him from going too deep. I still had not learned the skill of deep throating... Yet!My dad moaned, and he shot his thick, hot come into my eager mouth. My fondest dream was fulfil

‘Yes I am,’ I said confidently.She nodded.‘As a matter of fact. It makes you very very horny, you want me to touch you more, you want to submit to my touch, submit to my wishes.’ My heart was pounding in my throat. I didn’t know if it would work, but I certainly hoped so. My fingers were trembling, my pussy was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her face, but nothing happened.Again I cupped her boob, her eyes closed in pleasure, her lips parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her back, pushing her boob into my fingers. So apparently my suggestions had worked indeed.I unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped my hand under the silk, into her bra. Her skin was so soft, it dented beneath my fingers, I pushed my hand further until I found the nipple. Carefully I massaged the little nodule. She was panting, her eyes closed, a soft moan every once in a while.‘O Jenny,’ she muttered.‘Call me mistress,’ I said, ‘I’m your mistress and your my slave.’‘Yes mistress,’ she said willingly.A b

I was on my way back home from a business trip to Santa Fe, NM when I noticed the check engine light on my dash.Well, damn, what the hell’s wrong?It was about 9:45 pm on a Saturday and I was on the outskirts of Vaughn, NM. My boyfriend convinced me to stay off the interstate and take the back way home. No construction slowdowns, small one horse towns, no state troopers, less traffic, etc., and sure enough, Vaughn was a one horse town. Fortunately a convenience store was open and I pulled in to see if I could figure what was wrong and/or hopefully get some help. When I stopped I noticed steam seeping out from under the hood. I figured I might as well let it cool down so I went inside to use the bathroom and get something to drink. The trouble with NM is the trouble with the US…too many Mexicans. I just think they are a dirty people and their men make my skin crawl. I’m a Caucasian, 51 yrs old, blue eyed, and blond. At 5’10”, I’m taller than some men, especially Mexicans. I’ve been

My daughter Emily and her father Michael had a nightly ritual of giving each other a goodnight kiss. They would kiss each other on each cheek followed by a kiss on the mouth while simultaneously making the “Mmmmmwah” sound. My daughter would start laughing hysterically as I would walk her to her bedroom to tuck her into bed. As our only child, she was definitely a Daddy's girl.As she got older, she decided that she was a big girl and thought that their kissing game was for kids. From that point on, she started simply kissing her daddy on one cheek, but still expected me to tuck her into bed. Funny how she wanted to be a big kid but still be tucked into bed safely from all the monsters. Not being in a hurry for her to grow up too quickly, I enjoyed these times with her.It was an opportunity for her to share with me her day, especially the gossip from class she did not want to share with her father. However, when we would go on outings, whether to the beach, an amusement park or a sto