Ruined Stories

~ Entry One ~ Dec 5, 2022 Dear Slut Diaries, I’m just laying in my bed right now, all alone.. just daydreaming. I’m sure you want to know what I’m thinking about, but to be honest with you, it’s a little bit dirty so it’s embarrassing to speak out loud. For you, Daddy, I guess I have to make an exception though, don’t I? In my imagination, I’m not alone right now. You’re here, your hands are in my hair, pulling me in towa...

Some people go to church on Sunday mornings, I ride my bike.  No, not a Harley, this is one you pedal. Nor am I an ironman. I often do twenty-five miles, but I stop and have a snack, admire my surroundings.  It's the ultimate in "me" time, and I love it. One sunny Sunday morning I was meandering down a quiet residential street about ten blocks from home, and I spot a yard sale.  I stopped to browse, and after going throug...

John liked to wank. No, he really liked to wank. He wasn't so keen on wanking off, if you understand the distinction, because cumming left him feeling spent and deflated. He liked the journey far more than the arrival, so quite often he would stop and deny himself the final release. After some internet 'research' he'd discovered this was called edging and, as much as he liked doing it himself, it was far far better when J...

One of the things John enjoyed most was when Jayne, his wife for twenty years, gently held his willy in her left hand and slowly stroked it's underside with her right. If she was topless and in stockings then even better and if she could be persuaded to tease him and discuss his cuckolding fantasy at the same time then he was in dreamland. It didn't happen often. Not all of it anyway. Jayne was happy to do the stroking an...