Burari Diary Novels & Stories

The book he, her old bestie had bought for her. It was a simple gift for her 14th birthday, 10 years ago. It was the last birthday he had spent with her. Or rather, the last day. He left her a small note that she noticed a few hours after his family had left. They were celebrating her birthday with her family as they were like one family. Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from.

“I’m Caleb. Welcome.” Then he stepped past me close enough that his cologne hit me and his arm brushed mine sending electricity straight to my clit. He walked off without another word like I was nothing. The familiar sting hit deep. Same old shit. Pretty boys never saw past my face. But I shoved it down clenching my jaw and followed Lisa to the filing cabinets. “Over here is where we keep the physical records,” Lisa said, pulling open a drawer. “Digital is on the shared drive but some clients still want paper.

My baby probably don't want to see me crying like a weak person. Sighing, I stood up and went to the table to get some water... Lemon Water... It's lemon water... The maids brought me lemon water instead of normal water. I am confused but I divert mind to the diary placed in the table. The doctor also advised me to spend some rime whith my d Right... I was planing of reading the it anyways. Picking up the diary, I went back to my bed and read it. I'm already at this long? It's odd though. The owner of this diary started to question everything. Until the only content of the diary was questions about her family.

Didn't she hide it properly? This diary was a mighty one, big and heavy. The cover was lilac, decorated with drawings of hearts and sparkles. The spine had been cracked over and over again, and the pages were unable to lay flat because of how many times they had been written inside. But it was mostly still intact. It was so big that I wondered when I would even complete the reading, it surely won't be today.

It feels like I could breathe better; it's as if the room unlocked something in me. Sitting up, my eyes caught something behind the wedding picture on the wall. I went to get a better look, making sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me, and put the picture down on the table. A little book fell to the floor. I bent down to pick up the white little book and open it. The entry reads: Aurora’s diary. “What's that?” Soraya asks. “ Looks like my mother’s diary,” I told her. We both sat back down on the bed with our eyes glued to the book.

I take a look at the contents of the box. Inside are diaries. At least ten of them, all labeled with her initials. S.R. My hands shake as I pick up the one on top. When I open it, dust flies off the pages like trapped breath being released. And then I read, even when my fingers trembled. Even when the pages felt like they were burning. The diary began innocently. April 7 “Mama braided my hair today. She says it makes me look like a princess. Papa didn’t come home last night…”

I cried out while I could feel my orgasm ripping through me and my pussy spasming as I soak his cock. Brian follows seconds later, burying deep and flooding me with hot cum as his grip bruises my hip. We pant and slumped against the wall while his forehead is on my shoulder. Then—a ding. The lights flicker, and the doors slide open. I pull away first, yanking my skirt down and smoothing my hair as I step out into the lobby. Act normal. Just act normal. Brian follows behind, zipping up casually. 'You are still insufferable,' I snapped over my shoulder, voice shaky but defiant.

Feeling ‘At Home’ I discovered this story in Deuta’s black leather-bound diary. Well, we discovered it: Nisim and I. To be frank, my friend, Biswa, may claim to be a co-discoverer as well, because of his timely presence during the discovery. This story is my personal contribution to the folklore I take pride in – the folklore of Kamarsuburi.

But, The ones above were harder to reach, forcing me to stretch, my fingers roaming blindly across the upper shelves. Suddenly, something solid brushed against my fingertips. Frowning, I pulled it free. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. A black diary falls right at my feet. Frowning, I picked it up out of curiosity. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. My heart skipped as I picked it up, and curiously opened to the first page... A date stared back at me— it was 27th August, 2005. “A twenty year old diary in the bathroom cabinet? What the hell?”

Jane said, as she pulled her girlfriend to her and kissed her hotly on the mouth. Lara smiled as she watched her best friends passionately embrace. She did have to admit that Tabby’s suit was shockingly small. The tiny micro bikini was made of pink lace and was virtually transparent. Tabby’s pierced nipples shone through the cups of the small top and she could even see the outline of her vaginal lips in the minuscule thong bottom.