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“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.”

I knew exactly what I was looking for. The diary. It was a small thing; black leather cover, slightly worn at the edges from how often I had held it. I had kept it in this room for years before I left. It was where I wrote everything; every thought about Dean, every fantasy, every shameful confession I could never say out loud. Pages and pages of it, all about him. About how much I wanted him, how much I hated myself for wanting him, how I watched his movies over and over just to see his face.

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.

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💋

Roman growled; he was being impatient and practically panting. Gavin rolled his eyes and forced the lock on the diary open. He scanned the first couple of pages in wonder. She started this diary a few years ago and it seemed as if she’s been writing in it every day. Most of the entries were about Gavin and not to his surprise, she was mainly after him for his money and reputation. It seems as if a lot of her behavior were due to her neglectful parents. It was true that Susanna’s parents were incredibly neglectful.

I wish to see her again tomorrow. Okay. Now, I cannot stop. Personal diaries have always been a weak point for me. Avantika and I had one of our biggest fights when she did not let me read hers. The only part I was interested in was what she thought about me in bed, whether I was bigger than her previous boyfriends, whether I was a better kisser ... That sort of stuff. Well, after a lot of

Whitmore stands gaping at my diary. "Oh, wow! I didn't know you were a fan of Miss.OG, Ms. Sanders." He said turning the pages and reading my oh-so-difficulty collected handiwork. I sighed in relief. Good, the jerk hasn't figured it out yet. So I decided to play along. "Yes Sir. I'm a really big fan of hers. Well, you know hormonal teenagers, exam and college stress and all that..." I trailed off, laughing nervously. He frowned, thinking. And I took the opportunity to grab a hold of my diary and make a run for it. I snatched the diary from his hands and turned tail.

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?

Adulfs Cains diary wasn't in the drawer but in the empty skull. the therapist guessed that his mother had ransacked the room but found nothing of use. Dr montoya suspicion of Damaris Cain was strong although she could not deny that she liked the woman in a wanton sense. to montoya, wanton was a feeling hardly explainable, she did not like looking up the dictionary for any other meaning. Dr montoya joined Mrs Damaris Cain in the livingroom, the diary tucked in the pockets of her coat, suggested strongly that she would be leaving this night, fearing about sleeping overnight with her sudden discovery. not that she had discovered anything.

Some fear it. And some — like Ravi — deny it. I started keeping a diary. Not for the usual entries about daily chores or college notes. But for feelings. Sometimes I wrote about the way my body felt after those secret moments at night. Sometimes I wrote letters — unsent — to Ravi, begging him to see me, to want me. Sometimes I wrote fantasies — ones I didn’t even know I had. Each word bled emotion. Each page carried the weight of years of suppression.