Art Lovers II -- Charlotte's Diary 25th March 1867 Dear Diary, There is something odd about Cousin Constance's demeanour of late. When she believes no one is watching her, she sometimes wears a most mysterious smile, and it is driving me quite to distraction. Much as I love her dearly, Connie can be such a tease, and I am sure she is greatly amused by my...
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My heart was racing. I was warm and sweating. My mind was spinning and stomach churning. I placed the faded red-covered diary on the nightstand and lay back on my pillow. I was exhausted but unlikely to sleep much. My wife was fast asleep next to me and had been for over an hour. I couldn't put the diary down. It was incredible; never in a hundred years wou...
Author's Note: I always thought it might be fun to write a story in diary form... so here goes. This chapter is more of an introducation, although there is some mastubation and toy play. We'll be delving deep by the next chapter though... Enjoy! --------------------------------- September 1 Dear Diary, Today was so boring... I mean, here I am a newly ent...
I wrote furiously in my diary about my latest spat with Len. Len is my boyfriend and we've been getting into so many arguments lately. Usually what will happen is that we will get in a fight about something stupid, I'll vow never to speak to him again and he and I will get back together when he calls me to apologize. I'm 22, and having just graduated coll...
***More Months Later*** Entry VIII Dear Diary, Even as I set pen to your much abused pages, I almost find myself weeping again for you. For myself. For all that happened, and how much has changed. I look back now on the past three months as a truer loss of innocence than anything else that has ever touched me. Though had any called me innocent before I wo...
It was not too long before Harry found himself locked up in Martin O'Grady's basement cellar for the second time. And big Mick and a hand gun was not the right person to argue with, as he sat watching him with a constant evil and cold stare. "Mind if I have a piss?" Harry asked. Mick pointed to the stainless steel bucket in the corner of the freezing cold r...
The first part of this story was published several days ago. I have included it here for convenience for new readers. The majority of the story is new material. If you don't enjoy loving wife stories with extramarital sex please take a pass on this story. My heart was racing. I was warm and sweating. My mind was spinning and stomach churning. I placed th...
CiaoSteve reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work. This story cannot be published, as a whole or in part, without the express agreement of the author other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are...
Saturday, 11:00 a.m. Oh, my God! Diary, you will never, ever guess who's lying next to me right this very minute! You want a hint, don't you? Okay. Let's just say that he looks great without his loincloth. Didja figure it out? No? Oh, Diary, it's LUCIEN! Yes, you read my words correctly! And would you believe that Paul was upset that I took Lucien home with...