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.
It's been several months since I last wrote a diary entry. A lot has happened since then and I debated whether I would ever write again. Then came the events in this story and I just had to share it with my friends. It's the first I've written regarding my new job as well, and hopefully not the last!
After my first lingerie party, the hostess seemed to want to say something to me but she ended up just saying goodbye. Thus I was a bit surprised when she called me a couple days later and even MORE so when she told me what she wanted. Did she really believe that presenting a slut to her husband would save her marriage?
I did some bachelor parties back when I was in college but that was years ago. I've changed a lot since then and I'm definitely not the same girl now as I was back then, so how would this one go compared to those others?
So much for my plans to spend a relatively quiet New Year's Eve with some close friends. When my slutty cousin Kristen called to ask me if I was interested in having some "fun", I should have known better but then, when have I ever been able to resist her offers? What a way to bring in the new year!
Flirt, lush, tramp, slut, cockteaser, bitch, even whore... I've been called them all. I guess it comes with the territory when you love sex and live by a "if you got it, flaunt it" attitude. I'm not afraid to admit I LOVE to tease. It's fun to see what a man will do using nothing more than the offer of your body for incentive. People ask me if I've ever NOT gotten what I wanted from a guy, at least sexually speaking. Well, my best friend's brother was one of my greatest challenges.
Until now, I had no any intention of writing about my mother's passing. The last thing I wanted was to turn her death into some sort of erotic tale and so I've pretty much kept quiet about it until now. Then Valentine's Day arrived and I realized just how much I miss her. This entry is meant as a tribute to most wonderful important woman in the world - my mom.
There comes a time when a father has needs only his daughter can take care of. If that daughter wants to be a good daughter, she'll always be there for him when he has those needs!
It was supposed to be just a girl's night out with my cousin and best friend. Things ended up not quite as planned, including being blindfolded at one point. Any guesses as to what the blindfolds were for?
Usually when you think of mentoring, you picture an older person passing on their knowledge to a younger person, leading them along their career path. Sometimes it works the other way too, and not just at work but for play too!
Well, at least I was for one afternoon. I've found that most husbands, if pushed hard enough, will admit that they have at least THOUGHT about having sex with their daughter (it doesn't seem to matter how old they are either - father OR daughter). Now while probably more than 99.9% of fathers would never actually DO any of the things they secretly fantasize about doing with their daughters, there is always that one...