Submissives Diary Novels & Stories

The family was right below completely unaware that their good girl was masturbating wildly to thoughts of a stranger touching her intimately. “Fuck Jax yes touch me harder make it sting and feel so good,” I moaned quietly in my mind as my body tensed and I came with strong waves my legs shaking and juices coating my fingers. It left me breathing heavily and even more determined. With trembling hands I filled out the consultation form requesting a delicate wildflower design with roots symbolizing growth after hardship placed on my lower back where it could stay hidden but personal. I hit send and waited for the thrill, making my body tingle all over.

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.

He began to flip the pages slowly as if to torture me. “But the things here still apply… For example, on page five,” He cleared his throat, then began to read. “Dear diary, I just figured out that I could actually be the submissive type. Amanda was talking about it all through yesterday and it piqued my curiosity…” “Shut. Up.” I said with my jaws clenched. “Should I go on? Because it gets juicier.” “Get the fuck Noah. You’re a monster.” “I thought that was already established,”

He was referring to the bedroom of Sunny and Cate. "What did you find inside?" Hazel hurriedly asked. "I found our mother's diary in Sunny's cupboard," Joshua whispered. "Really? Where is it?" Hazel's eyes lit up. Joshua took it out his phone and handed it to Hazel. If he took the diary, it would have been discovered, so he took photos to give them more time. Hazel looked at some of the pictures, she felt very strange. She knew it was Cate’s diary, but the content was just ordinary everyday information, she mentioned events that she and Sunny experienced together but nothing helpful. It was apparent that the two sisters got along really well.

Dear reincarnation. If you’re reading this, congratulations. You have finally unlocked all the secrets I had managed to keep and you have also been mated to Jacob as well. Thank you so much for digging deep and going through all lengths to be with our mate, after so long. I know that there were a lot of hardships and prejudice regarding your relationship with Jacob and I want you to know that I am proud of you. This book contains more information about me and Jacob back in the days, it’s my diary of some sort. It also includes some steamy scenes between us for your entertainment. Enjoy! Love, Ameris.

Demitri As I hold Alissia close, her breath soft and even against my chest, I can tell she’s still wrapped in a haze, not fully here yet. I know this state all too well—subspace. It’s that rare, deep place submissives fall into when they’ve fully let go, releasing control of their body, mind, everything. Her body is pliant against mine, and her fingers, normally restless and defiant, now rest limply over my heart, as if searching for an anchor.

"Maybe this diary holds the key to uncovering more about my past." Sonia sat alone in her room, engrossed in the contents of Frank's diary and records spread out in front of her. With meticulous care, she arranged them in chronological order based on the dates inscribed on each page. Deeply curious, she decided to begin with the entry that coincided with her own birth year.

“Dear Dairy, I did something that changed how I feel now. Leo walked in while I was touching myself thinking about his cock from that bathroom day. I was drunk and crying about how much I hate this family. He promised not to tell, then kissed me. His fingers made me come so hard I saw stars. He took care of me when I threw up, saw me naked, washed me. This morning the little touches at breakfast and in the hallway made me feel insane. I suddenly feel so different about him. I hate how much I want more now. I keep fantasizing about his cock in my mouth, stretching my pussy, tying me up and taking control. Rough stuff. BDSM things I’ve only read about. It’s so wrong but I can’t stop. Our paren

He waited for me with two glasses of wine. “You came,” he said with a warm smile. “Good. Sit with me.” I sat on the soft couch. He handed me a glass. “Tell me more about the diary,” he asked. “What else did Sarah write?” I took a small sip. “She wrote about the abuse. About feeling trapped. About the baby she wanted to save.” My voice shook a little. “I feel like I am becoming her.”

I raised both of my hands in a surrender mode and said, “I can explain. You need to calm down. Not good for our babies that you are carrying. Your stress level needs to be managed” What the hell was I rambling about? It was not going to help me save myself from her wrath that was coming to me. “You did read my diary! How could you do such thing” She said before her face was turning red. She was blushing and for a moment I thought I was wrong. She was not angry, she was embarrassed. Then, I recalled on what I read in her diary. I was pretty embarrassing. She wroter things about me and how she adored me all those years. There was even a picture of my younger self kept in her pink shimmering di