Submissives Diary Mga Nobela at Kwento

I stared at the ceiling and tried closing my eyes but sleep evaded me. I remembered my mother's diaries. I hasitsted but I caved in and went to get them. I placed them on the bed and looked at the for a while like they were pandora's box. Curiosity got the better of me and I grabbed the first one. It was written, Maya's diary, the year 1995. I opened it and saw the first entry. It was titled " Love At First Sight". There was no going back now. Forgive me mom, I thought to myself as I began going through he love story.

Feeling every inch of it, my c00chie was already very wet, so it entered with ease. I felt it expand my pvssy hole, and as soon as it hit something hard, which I knew was my womb, I moaned loudly. But thanks to the rain and thunderstorms. I knew no one would hear my moans. I'm a shy person with lots of fantasies. When I was in college, I was always sitting in my corner. I had only one friend who was still the one I caught in the bush with my ex-boyfriend. Seeing her moan loudly with him on top of her just turned me on and sick at the same time. After I saw them that day, I still went home to m@sturbate, thinking of them fvvking .. and after that, I cried myself to sleep.

“My filthy toy, your nipples beg for me, not Sophie’s pathetic lies.” He stepped back, pulled her diary from his bag, and his smile turned wicked. “Read your last entry,” he said. He handed her the small notebook. “Rub your pussy while you do.” Eva’s fingers shook as she opened the diary and found her words about their lecture hall sex. “He should fucked me until I loose my memory,” she read. Her voice wobbled, and her fingers slipped between her thighs, brushed her clit, already slick from their sex. “Mmm,” she moaned. Her pussy pulsed, and her eyes stayed on Hayes.

I opened the diary to the year where I met Pietro. February 27, 2001. I closed my eyes and tried recalling his face. Whitney sat down while looking at me, she waits patiently. I closed the door and hugged the opened diary. I knelt down and started thinking of that year. Slowly, I started chanting To thee I bestow my soul, salvage my bane life back in time. I beseech thy salvation. I bestow my forlorn life to eternity. Grant me your benediction

LISA May 8th 2018 I crash through the changing room door, on the verge of bringing up last nights dinner. I hate that I'm too shy to tell Chad I'm not okay with him asking me for kisses. But I feel like it's expected of me because I work here, I'm not like the other girls. I don't sleep with the clients, I only deal with the girls. I'm the one they come to see when they require new outfits, toys, supplies, etc. You could say I run the house and I think that's why Chad tries to play

She was the most conservative she-wolf he had ever met and it was too hard to believe. He just wished all of it was a lie. But that diary will not tell a lie. It was Esme’s thoughts and in there, she wrote how she fell in love with Robert Kingston, and the worst part was she even elaborate who they fucked and how liked being fucked roughly. It was disgusting and he hated her every second the time ticked.

As she was holding her diary, she did not help herself to open it and read the first page. Dear Thyago's Notes: Today is the first time I decided to make a journal about my feelings at your Master. The reason is simply because I have a huge crush on him or maybe more than that. Actually, the very first time I saw him, he definitely caught my attention and made some havoc in my being. What can I do? I was caught in that hatty face...

I will enjoy the silence for as long as I can. The diary sits back on my desk and begs me to read. James said it was okay, so the guilty feeling has mostly left, but now that I know she committed suicide, I don't know if I should read it. The diary is addressed to her future self, and I pray to the goddess that it isn't me. After I eat dinner and change into my nice pajamas and brush my hair and teeth, the diary continues to prod at me until I open it. December 7th, 1991

, 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

As was she, with my permission and a promise to fill me in on all the details. The thought of Anna being with anyone else made me jealous. But it also made me hard as fuck. I’d make her scream my name as she told me stories. I’d give her quests. Mmm I had a lot to talk to Anna about. “Hello handsome, what are you thinking about?” Jess approached me with a whiskey in hand. She’d been one of my first subs, but decided she actually preferred being a dominatrix. We still caught up and would test the boundaries, usually inviting a few other people along to join in. This is just the distraction I needed.