Dear Diary, Not even two weeks after I finally graduate from high school and I got a letter, it's from the Bureau of Human Resources; I have been drafted into becoming a "governmentally employed milk distributor". Whatever that means. I know that America hasn't used cows for dairy products in, like, twenty years but I've never even been to a farm. This soun...
Dear Diary, Diary, these past two days have been perhaps the most eventful, wonderful, sinful, and liberating days of my life. Where to even start, my heart is still pumping with the excitement of it all. I can hardly think straight. It started this Friday night, when mother and father informed me that they would be departing for several days to pay a visit...
This story was caught, filleted, and cooked in the FishTank. Final seasoning, before presentation, was added under the supervisor of Master Chef MatTwassel. Once upon a time in a drab and dreary bank, at a nondescript desk worked a plain and rather ordinary woman named Helen. As supervisor of the safety deposit vault, Helen conducted the business of banking...
Chapter 1 George Claybourne left the bookshop feeling a little disappointment, he had wanted to pick up a good book for the weekend but nothing in the small shop had taken his fancy. Walking down the busy London high street he might as well have been walking across a dessert, despite the press of bodies all around him George was adrift on a lonely and per...
"A prize unlike any other," they advertised. "Take a test and receive a prize. The first person to receive a Perfect Score gets a mystery prize unlike any other." You expected something the likes of details pertaining to Einstein's contributions to Physics and the things that stemmed from said contributions or the finer working of Chaos T...
This is the second part to my original Neighbourhood Watch story. I forgot to title the first part as Chapter one and also ended up in the lesbian sex category. My bad. Hope you enjoy. ------------------ Returning to his binoculars he finds the scene empty. Only the crumpled bed sheets gave a hint of what had just transpired. Unsure if that was the end of...
Dear Dirty Diary, Doug's birthday began exactly as I anticipated. The hype and advertising for the Stanley Cup had been increasing for days and he was primed for Sunday's game. I was reminiscing about New Years day's events. Memories of lust and desire, excitement and disappointment began to fill my mind. I took stock of the year's activities and found myse...
February 2012 *ADVISORY*: This is a story about cuckolding. It says so in the title, and I'm saying it again now. My wife has a lover, and I'm excited by that. If you read this story, you'll see that cuckolding has an effect on the husband's psyche, and I accept that. If YOU do not accept that, or if you find it weird, unnatural, perverted or otherwise dist...
Dear Diary, It's been a couple of days since I put time into another entry, but here's lucky number eight, I suppose. Things have been hectic. Mainly my new job and studies, but I also decided to embrace new beginnings and change my hair colour - No longer do I suffer the generic mousy-brown with frizzy. Oh no, I shall now be known as a feisty redhead. I on...
Summary: The new relationships progress. Keywords: MF,FF, MFF, public, consensual, love, older man, illness, cancer, sister-in-law, mature Version: 1.00 *********************************** STANDARD DISCLAIMER Although there are elements of fact, the following should be regarded as a piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains materi...