Dirty Diaries Novels & Stories

This book is intentionally divided into two parts. Part One — The Daddy Diaries contains 67 chapters focused on consensual power exchange between adults, including traditional Daddy kink (DDLG) as well as reverse or gender-flipped dynamics (MMLG), where roles are chosen freely. Part Two marks the beginning of All Yours as a broader erotica collection. These stories explore different fantasies, taboos, and power dynamics, all centered on desire, control, consent, and obsession. If Daddy kink or role-reversal dynamics are your preference, Part One offers a complete experience.

Painting always helped. flipped the sketchbook open,I pulled out a pencil from my bag and something slid out. A small leather notebook. Dark brown. Worn edges. Definitely not mine. I frowned and picked it up. “Did I buy a diary in my sleep?” I muttered. I opened it. The first page hit me like a punch. CHARLOTTE TILBURY: PRIVATE DO NOT TOUCH. SERIOUSLY. IF YOU’RE READING THIS, PUT IT BACK. My soul evaporated.

The ground was gone—a distant memory, a legend overheard, a tale to terrify children. A minor muffling noise was heard before the stale odour of puke added to the already disgusting scent that lingered on the ground. “That was hell!” Diana hissed. She opened her eyes and blinked. Her dizzy brain felt like it would swell beyond the capacity of her skull, and now her dehydration was too obvious to ignore. Her lips felt dry, and her throat burned from the acidity that still scorched her inside out.

It was filled with wolf laws, training with Malachi, stories about Karani, my mother. I took out a more recent diary and started reading it, it was about magic and cutting out my liver. I closed the book abruptly. I let someone cut out a piece of my liver. This was too weird. I should read them all, get to know me but it felt like reading someone else’s private words. I closed the drawer and put the key back under the desk.

The feeling became too much. A strong orgasm hit me. I shook hard and cried out. My body squeezed around the dildo. Waves of pleasure mixed with sadness. When it passed I lay there breathing fast. The diary fell on my chest. I felt dirty and sad but also a little clearer. Sarah left these words for me. She wanted me to know the truth. I had to be stronger than she was. I cleaned myself and hid the diary again. My body felt tired but my mind stayed awake. I stood up and walked to the balcony for fresh air. The night wind touched my hot face.

Tears run down my cheeks. “Breed me… Daddy… Please…” Orgasm rips through my body, tearing me apart just to build me back up and break me all over again. I remain collapsed in bed, shuddering. Teeth gritting. Breath escaping my throat as hard gasps. “Please…” I curl up in bed, sobbing. Senses returning after my insanity. Damn the consequences, the only ‘Good Girl’ I want to be right now, is Dominic Mercer’s. Slowly, I crawl to the drawer and pull out my little pink diary, uncork the pen, and start scribbling. Even I am jealous of how the tip of the pen fuck the paper so well, leaving its fluid along each trail.

The invasion of his privacy by reading his diary was simply intolerable. Utterly ticked off, Candice glanced down at the few lines written in the diary. "I had that dream again—the one where I slept with Candice. She was crying sorrowfully. What should I do? I'm losing control of my inner demons. I want her to have my children, many, many of them. When will my wish come true?" Candice didn't find anything particularly alarming in the entry. She checked for the date, but there was no year mentioned. She asked, "When was this diary entry from?"

Filthy and loving and real. Maria smiled knowingly, sliding plates our way without a word about the obvious tension crackling between us. “Eat up, you two. Big day at the office. Lila and I have a dinosaur museum field trip planned—complete with the roaring exhibit.” Breakfast turned into beautiful chaos: Lila “rawring” between every bite, syrup smeared across her cheeks and my blouse, Dante feeding me bites of pancake straight from his fork while his free hand rested high on my thigh under the island. His fingers teased the edge of my garters, dipping just beneath the skirt to brush my slick folds, pushing a little more of his cum back inside me every time I shifted. Every brush made me cle

They’re weak and feel like jelly. He fishes out some paper towels and cleans himself up with them. When I extend my hand to him for some, he shakes his head. “You’re going to walk out of here with my cum running down your thighs.” Fuck. Who knew professor Kade was a dirty talker? When my brain can function again, I tug my panties up my thighs and wear my leggings, ignoring the lines of cum that trickle down my thighs. It’s dirty but it’s so fucking hot.