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I knew from Dakota that a girl's diary was off limits, but drunk Drake didn't give a fuck. I took the journal to the bed and sat down as I cracked it open. There was a lot of mumbo-jumbo about school events and some bitch named Becky that she rambled on about for a few pages. Then I read the page that talked about her losing her virginity to Jason in the back of his truck and I quickly turned the pages. I didn't want to read that shit and wondered what the hell I was even doing readingthis. It was only making me feel worse, but when my eyes landed on a page that caught my attention, I just couldn't stop.

My moan came out as shaky. It had been days since I had been last touched. And it was nothing. Just a few days. A few days was nothing. But that was to the previous Daisy. This Daisy now, was one, addicted stupidly to her daddies, wanting a taste of them every now and then so a few days was not nothing. "Daddy" I moaned softly, feeling the wetness of my pussy. I rubbed gently on my pussy entrance at the same time I rubbed on my nipples.

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Without another second of hesitation, I pushed open the door and walked into the unknown… “Daisy” This time it was a low baritone voice that sent shivers to my spine. “Gorgeous little thing” another said, emerging from the darkness with hungry lustful eyes. I felt a tingling sensation in my coochie. From nowhere, I felt a presence behind me, followed by a gentle graze of a finger on the back of my neck. I’m not kidding when I say I felt something slide down my thighs. Is it possible to be that wet….enough to make you drip?

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Dahil ako lang ang nakakalam na ito’y diary, everyone else knows it as a notebook. Silence greeted me. Kahit alam ko na it was quite difficult to obtain the diaries through underground means, I still have my hope. I was about to give up, when the elderly gentleman, Mr. Eye of Notorary speak. “Are you talking about the Witch of Iceland Archmage?” My eyes almost sparkled, I restraint myself from showing any abnormal behavior and nodded calmly. “Yes, sir.” Mr. Eye of Notorary nodded. “I don’t have the whole notebook but only five pages of it, I’ll sell it you in 5 Nars.”

Chloe closed her eyes for a second after finishing the last line, her fingers still resting lightly on the diary. Okay. I need to lie down on the floor for a minute. And also maybe take a very, very cold shower. Clara. Girl. First of all, I hope you’re okay and that this is some next-level erotic fiction, because if it’s real… wow. Just wow.

I just wanted to be around him, or maybe wish him good luck on his bike race. Just then, I found a book. It looked eerie, old, but then special. It wasn't dusty for the place where it was kept. I brought it out and swiped through it and noticed it was a diary. Why does he have a diary? But then, while I turned each page, I realized it wasn't Dimitri's diary. It was a girl's diary. She was heartbroken and sad. Then I went to the last page. The last few sentences sent shivers down my spine: "Chased after me. He wasn't just an ordinary guy. He was a secret underground lord." I shut the book immediately in fright. What? Who would have read such a scary diary and used those words as their last pa

But I decided that perhaps I didn't know everything about Michael, especially his sexual likes and dislikes, so after he left for school the next morning, I returned to his laptop, and this time I checked his favourites. Most were game sites, but there were three Literotica addresses, as well as a pantyhose site. The first Literotica page was simply a list of new stories updated each day, the second was the top incest stories by score, but the third was one that gave me lots of information about my son's kinks. It was a search engine with the following tags: mom, son, and submission.

She took a deep breath and typed honestly. **Tola:** Yes, Daddy. I’m so wet. I can’t stop thinking about you between my legs in that room. **Dr. Kane:** Naughty little girl. Send me a picture. Just your fingers on that pussy. No face. Tola didn’t even hesitate. She pulled her skirt up, spread her legs wide, and snapped a clear photo of her shiny, dripping fingers spreading her plump lips. She sent it before she could change her mind. The reply was fast and filthy.