Dirty Diaries Novels & Stories

We can be friends. The phrase fired me up. I didn’t want to be friends with him. I wanted to be the dirty girl in the photos, and I could take it if only he’d let me. I dropped my backpack on the floor, somehow managing to find the strength of confession. “I have sides to me, too,” I said, then launched into a stream. “I looked in your wardrobe drawer, Julian. I shouldn’t have done it, but I was curious when I was taking one of your shirts out. I saw the pictures, and I saw the toys. I do know those sides of you, and it doesn’t make me want it any less. It makes me want it more. I’m not as innocent as I look. I’m not a baby who doesn’t know what sex, smut, and kink is. I love that stuff. I l

Checking through the books, I noticed a black diary which lay under the books and it got me curious. I don't know why, but having to read Mac's diary became an urge that I could not resist. I picked up the book and flipped its pages open. All the stuff he wrote bored the hell out of me and I was about to give up on the diary when I saw a recent write-up and it had my name written on it. Dear Diary It's been a long time since I last saw you. I guess life issues could make one forget a friend. Anyway, lots have happened over the past few months. I have hit my ninety-nine mark on the register of girls I will fuck before leaving school.

Rolling her eyes and sighing at the implication, she shook her head and gave him a sarcastic British sounding, “No!” Shoving the drawer shut with an irritated slam, she stood and crossed her arms as she faced him. “I never forget anything. Ever! Someone was snooping around our room, Rafik. What the hell would anyone want with my childhood diary? I didn’t even become interesting until about five years ago or so when I discovered oral sex.” Trying to calm her quick temper, he came to her and put his hands on her cheeks. “Who would not want to take a peek inside such a beautiful mind?”

Sweat gathered at my temples and Cobwebs clung to my sleeves. The air smelled of cardboard and time. I pushed aside old picture frames, college notebooks, and broken electronics. “Where is it?” I whispered to myself. Box after box, I searched. My fingers were sore and my back ached but then I found it. A navy-blue leather cover…Worn at the corners. The pages sticking out a little from the sides. My diary. I sat on the cold floor, back against the wall, and opened the first page. It was mostly silly things at first.

Episode 49 – The Confessional Diary The attic smelled of dust and forgotten things. Ophelia’s fingers traced the spine of a leather-bound journal, its surface cool and smooth, tucked away in a cedar chest that had belonged to her grandmother. She hadn’t been looking for secrets; she’d been looking for old photo albums. But the moment she lifted the diary’s cover and saw the elegant, looping script, her own script, from years ago, a peculiar heat bloomed in her chest.

I snapped the book shut, completely losing my mind in a fit of genuine howling laughter. “Elijah?” Jasper asked, his face twisting in disgust. “As in Elijah Brooks? The golden boy?” “The one and only,” I wheezed, wiping a tear from my eye. “This girl is writing an erotica about Kingsborough’s favorite little choir boy. Oh, this is pure gold. This is blackmail heaven.” “Who is it?” Silas asked. His voice was terrifyingly calm but there was a dangerous edge to it now. I flipped to the inside cover of the diary. There, written in that same meticulous loopy handwriting was a name..

The rest of us took her lead and seated ourselves around the basement, Jonie and Mitch together on the couch with the rest of us finding chairs. “I’m not exactly sure. Whatever it was had to do with their personal dirt.” “Personal dirt?” “When the Dirt blows in, it brings with it everybody’s personal dirt.” “What do you mean?” “Those things in our lives that we’d like to stay buried, forgotten, in other words, our personal dirt. Here’s mine.” She went over to the computer and jiggled the mouse, dismissing the screensaver. Underneath the screensaver was the F******k page of a man in his late forties.

The professor is still half-dazed as she starts tossing cleaning and laundry detergents in a small plastic grocer cart, along with various small cleaning equipment and even a very compact multi-purpose vacuum cleaner. The only time I was ever exposed to people who are that rich was that one time I was with Eddie in that damn fucking villa. And that incident is the biggest reason why I can’t even date, much less consider making out with a man or have a one-night stand! As she searched for her wallet inside her bag to get to Bien’s credit card, she notices the Manila envelope right beside it, its flap now fully open. She can see the red splatters, the slashed flesh of someone’s back, and blood

, don’t make me lose respect for you!" I turned to leave, but then remembered my diary was still in his possession. I coldly added, "Give me back my diary!" "It's in my room. Want to come with me to get it?" "Forget it. It’s easy to misunderstand when a man and a woman are alone together. I’ll wait for you in the lobby." I pressed the elevator button and quickly disappeared from Dominic’s sight in my high heels. He looked up and caught a glimpse of the cut on his lip in the reflection of a shop window, chuckling softly to himself. Sure, I was a bit wild lately, but I was a lot more interesting than before, wasn’t I? Once back in his room, Dominic Blackwood quickly pulled out the thick notebo

The first orgasm hit her like a freight train. “Fuck—! Marcus!” she screamed, her thighs shaking violently as her pussy clenched and spasmed around the thick dildo. She kept thrusting it through her climax, drawing it out, making herself ride every wave. But she didn’t stop. Panting, flushed, and desperate for more, she kept the vibrator pressed firmly against her oversensitive clit and fucked herself even harder with the dildo. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. Sweat glistened on her stomach and thighs. “God, I’m such a dirty slut,” she moaned to the camera. “Fucking myself thinking about my neighbor… imagining him bending me over and ruining my married pussy…”