Welcome to my diary. The names, dates, locations, and other irrelevant information have been changed for the privacy of myself and those included. However the basic plots and themes remain.
For a complete listing of my diary postings, the preface of the first diary entry is where to look. As you'll see I have a LOT more left to post so please be patient.
As much as I loved living on my own, financially I was no longer able to swing it after I quit my escorting job to be a Christian school teacher. It was obvious that my parents weren't too upset about it, especially considering how I was welcomed home!
The fact my old college freshman-year roomie was getting married was a surprise but to get only a few days' notice was a shock. It had been quite a while since we slept together back in college but sex is like a bicycle, you never forget how to ride. In fact, the entire week was filled with new experiences and surprises!
I simply LOVE to water ski. About the only thing better to do on a boat is... well, you know. Combine the two and you have a great day. Add in your boyfriend and you have all the ingredients for a FANTASTIC day!
It's been 4 years to the day since I was back home for summer break and my Aunt and cousin joined us to celebrate the 4th of July. It was then I learned Kristen had been "substituting" for me so far as taking care of my dad's "needs". In short before the day was over we had our first family "orgy". Since then the five of us getting together all at once has only happened a couple of times. Would today's anniversary be one of those times?
My cousin Tammy was now sixteen years old and my, how she'd grown up since we first started having sex a couple years ago! As she gets older it's become harder and harder for my dad to find an excuse to spend some private "quality time" together. Well, what could be better than to have her spend the night with me on a "sleepover"? I doubt her mother would have approved if she knew who Tammy really was going to be sleeping with.
Back at the end of February, my dad and I went out and to my surprise ended up having sex in the back room of a mall jewelry store. Not only that, but we were watched by the girl working there. Nothing else happened so far as she was concerned but would it be the same the next time we met?
Muse Muse, v. t. 1. To think on; to meditate on. 2. To wonder at. [Obs.] Source: Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary (1913) Note: This is NOT a "stroke story" with lots of sex but rather just me getting some things off my chest. If after reading it you have any suggestions or comments as to what I should do, please send them to me!
I received some very nice replies to my "Muse" entry. Here are some of them. What do you all think? Lots of different opinions, which one do I go with, if any of them?
Lately I've been thinking about how to approach my boyfriend about my incestual family life as I think he may want to propose soon. Wouldn't you know that my cousin would take matters into her own hands. It was my fault - should have known better than to give the slut any ideas. Note: I wasn't there when this took place so I go by what my cousin and aunt told me. Thus I had to use some "literary license" to fill in the gaps and and reconcile differences in in their memories.
Everyone keeps asking me what has happened recently between Duane and me so here it is... This is just for my fans who want to know what's happening in my life. For the rest of you, don't bother as there's no sex in this one!