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Not tight jeans because Noriko's mother would never let her dress sluttily. Kristen smiled. This was the perfect chance for her to write that next story in her diary. A naughty tingle rippled through her. She had this kinky idea that Noriko liked her daddy. She knew it wasn't true, but the fantasy was what made Kristen's pussy so hot. If my family only knew what dirty, dirty pervert I was, thought Kirsten as she rose and headed for the stairs, they would all lose their minds. She reached her bedroom and slipped inside. She closed the door and headed toward us. She unlocked the drawer and took out the diary. Bound in leather. She couldn't believe she found it at the Dollar Tree. It was a stea

Riley’s pov The cabin vacation with the family felt so long and boring at first. Mom was inside getting dinner ready with my aunt. Dad—my stepfather, but I still called him Daddy—was on the porch, sitting in that old, groaning wooden chair. He had a beer and looked out over the lake. The sun was setting low, making the water shine. I was eighteen now, yet he still had this habit of treating me like his little girl at times.

Dear Diary, Daddy says writing my thoughts down helps when I’m sad. I don’t know if he’s right. But he bought me this notebook, so I’ll try. Today I beat Daddy at checkers. He says I cheated. I didn’t. I just won. He smiled through his tears. “You absolutely cheated.” He could almost hear her laughing. He turned another page. Today Daddy forgot his lunch again. So I took my sandwich to the hospital. All the nurses laughed because Daddy looked surprised. I think doctors forget to eat too much. I’m going to remind him every day.

The edges were frayed, and the leather was scuffed. I pulled it out. On the inside cover, written in a cramped, youthful hand, was a name: Gideon Moore, Age 10. A diary. I sat on the floor behind the desk, the notebook heavy in my lap. I felt like a thief, but I couldn't stop myself. I opened to a random page in the middle.

Or, it may be something that I can work with him on, to get him to accept just like when it happened with Asher and Dan, and maybe even enjoy, but I chose my diary instead of confessing to my husband. It was locked down, the boys and I were on a little break and the only cock I had in my hot pussy was David, my husband. I wanted to explore, but I couldn’t since I'd vowed to the boys that I belonged to them alone. Without the boys, I turned to my diary to pen down how I met my husband.

I stuck my fingers in between the two larger books on either side and was surprised when they landed on something much smaller. I pulled it out and stared down at a child’s diary. The small lock and leather strap were still attached, but fell open when I lifted it out. Intrigued, I carried the diary down to the couch below and settled in to read. There was no name on the cover, but as I read, it became clear who this must have belonged to. Had he hid it here, himself, in the expectation that no one would ever bother to find it? As I tore through the pages, my heart broke for the little boy who hadn’t known how to do anything other than write down the horrors he was experiencing. His parents

Nick picked up a blue diary. He desperately opened it and turned to the first page. That wasn’t it. Nick tossed it aside and found the black journal. He turned to the first page. He exhaled when he realized that it was a continuation of the red one he had read. Nick sat Indian style and zoomed in on the entry.

MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER 1 NESSA ~~ Dear Diary, You and I both know I have done some very naughty things in my life. Be it, adding itching powder to the coach's uniform because he made me do PT during my periods. Or stealing my ex boyfriend's assignment and submitting them as my own. Even removing Jack's bicycle’s supporting wheels without his knowledge was one of my naughtiest pranks. But as I grew up, my naughtiness turned into something more feral, something more carnal. Now, playing pranks on people does not get me excited as it would once upon a time.

Please as you read, be careful, the chapter contains, ràpe, sexual abuse, suicide, depression, strong languages, sexual content. Vicky's Diary Hi, it's Vicky, Victoria Stevens...... you may have heard my name. This is the story of my life at Halloway high, sit back and relax cause this may or may not hurt you a lot. It's tough to take in.

he asked, with a smile playing at the corners of his lips, his hand extending forward while Paige stared at the screen of his phone. Her eyes widened in surprise as she recognized what she had written in her diary when she was ten. At the time she had seen a movie where a guy and a girl who were madly in love went fishing using a canoe, and they had so much fun doing it. She had been so touched that she wrote in her diary, "When I grow up, find my prince charming and we fall in love, we will go fishing in a canoe and have so much fun together." If her diary hadn't been in her pocket, the day she was kicked out by Anthony, Zach would never have had access to her diary. She didn't even know he