Submissives Diary Mga Nobela at Kwento

I really craved to do bad things to her I can’t lie, to have her legs wrapped around my neck while I eat her up in the most extreme ways. I wanted to hear her hear her moan my name aloud and arch her back as I slowly fuck every inch of her, filling her with my essence. Everytime I see her face, a naughty thought crosses my mind. She has the most beautiful tits and I can’t wait to get a taste of them, I can’t wait to have her to my possession.” I could feel my knees becoming weak the more I read the diary, thankfully I was sitting on the bed and not standing. Nonetheless I continued reading, flipping the pages with as much enthusiasm as I had started.

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

“I should have told you a long time ago.” Emily’s expression softened with worry. “Whatever it is, we’re here. Take your time.” Cassie wiped her eyes and took a deep, trembling breath. “Before we graduated, that dare… before I met Reggie… my friends dared me to lose my virginity. I went to this underground club called The Forbidden. I was masked because the club requires that. We… we had sex. He was the one who broke my virginity. He was gentle at first, then more intense. He tied my wrists. Told me what to do. I… I liked it. A lot more than I expected. That night woke my submissive side. I’ve never told anyone. Not even Reggie. I was ashamed. I thought you’d judge me.”

The embarrassment from earlier came rushing back, ten times worse than before. Everything I had written in that diary; every single word; was about him. About his dick, his fingers, the tattoo on his chest and neck, his hair, every goddamn thing about him and about the things I imagined doing with him. About how desperately, pathetically, I was in love with him. And he had it. There was no fucking way Dean Billie found a diary and didn't open it. I pressed both hands against my face and let out a breath that shook on the way out.

He followed moments later, his body going rigid, his groan deep and resonant as he filled me with his warmth. We lay there for a long time, the sheets tangled around us. He pulled me close, his arm draped over my waist. I closed my eyes, feeling the afterglow of the encounter, the peacefulness settling in. But the anonymous writer's words still echoed in my mind, a reminder of the fire that had been lit. I knew that I would never be the same, that the quiet, shy girl who had read the diary was gone. I was a woman who had discovered her own power, her own desires, against the backdrop of a rainy night in a strange apartment.

I don't need anyone's permission, that's it. I turned the first page and started reading it: "Dear diary, Hi... This is me Ivana. Ivana Williams, sixteen now. I bought you with the money I earned from the first ever salary I got in my life from tutions. You're not only a diary, but also now my friend after Miya.

She did not dare to ask us anymore. *** Dear Diary, All is happening according to my plan and it gives me happiness. I really think I should celebrate my little success. I know, I still have more things to do but my first plan happened well and I think I deserve to celebrate, alone. I do not need someone’s accompaniment since I have done all of this alone. No one knows about my plan. It’s only me and you, my dearest diary. You will know all of my success because you are part o it. You know me well and if you could have a life, I know, you will be happy for me too. If I die, I'll ask my parents to bury you with me and do not dare to open you. I’m anxious that they will know my secret. I wrote

DOMINANT & SUBMISSIVE BY EDNA BRUCE. A.K.A YOURSYCHODREAMS REMINDERS Before you all start reading, please understand that this story is the first draft, and hasn't been edited, revised, or anything. And also, I'll be so happy if every one of you follows me here on goodnovel💋

I opened the cover revealing the thin gray lines running down the first page and grabbed a pen from the cup on the left hand side of the desk. Dear Diary, I don't even know where to start considering that this will be my first time "reflecting" on what my mother would call "sinful mistakes". I don't know what the opinion of a girly ass pink diary would be on the topic but prepare yourself for the story of a lifetime. I don't want to leave out the back story and I've gotta start somewhere right, so why not at the beginning?

Second page had another small nore ," Hey dear diary , you know what I am really lazy but i still wanted to wrie down some important things and moments i wanna remeber so i am not gonna talk to you daily . I will talk to you only when i have beans to spill . Otherwise my life is boring you won't be interested at all ,Don't mind . Cynthia smiled reading the note she suspected whoever this Natasha is she is really kinda funny . Cynthia then turned to page 3 , there was still no daily update it was another small note actually kinda big . "Okay I was just about to pack you up , but then I thought I should introduce you to myself . My name is Natasha warraich . I know you saw it on the first pag