Dairy of M | My Secret (Entry 1)
Diary of M – My Secret (Entry 1)
You can call me M. I’m a housewife and a mother, but I have a secret. I have many, actually. And I’m only revealing them to you, Diary—only you.
Here it goes. I love rough ropes against my smooth skin, the threatening whisper of taut silk binding me. I love the powerlessness of a sweaty man tying me up. I love the vulnerability and openness of my bondage. I yearn for the thrill, the danger, the knowledge that anyone could walk into the room and see me like this.
My husband doesn’t know about my secret kink. Not yet. He doesn’t know that every time he ties my shoelaces, I imagine his hands moving up my legs, binding me in a way that only other men can. He doesn’t realize how much I long for him to take charge, to use my body to fulfill his desires.
When I spend the entire day at home diddling myself, I fantasize about a plumber visiting our luxurious house and having intimacy with me in various rooms. I hunger for that man to make me his plaything, his little whore, his toy to use and enjoy as he pleases. I long for him to embrace me powerfully, have fervent sex with me, control my body completely, and treat me like his submissive devotee.
Once he departs from the house, I recline on the bed, my fingers deep inside me, fantasizing about another man arriving, engaging with my sloppy pussy, and then departing. I can’t get enough of these fantasies, these forbidden thrills.
My husband doesn’t know that my secret diary is full of fantasies about other men. Only you do, Diary. I have many stories of males taking me, bending me over, spanking my ass, fucking my enflamed vagina. I’m so hungry for it. I crave it with every breath of my soul.
Sometimes I imagine two men, one behind me, the other in front. One uses my body while the other watches. Both of them are formidable, so powerful. It’s so hot to think about them watching each other use me, my body, my pussy, my heat, their eyes meeting in connection. I’m desperate for them to share, to use me. I crave pleasure and dominance from two powerful controllers at once.
I have stories of cops. In my husband’s absence, they entered the house, handcuffed me without discrimination, and pushed me into the rear of their patrol vehicle. I begged them to use me, to fuck my pussy. But they didn’t. Instead, they took my ass. When I say ass, I mean ass. I ached for their firm hands upon my buttocks, spanking me forcefully, my face pressed against the car seat as they took turns inside my asshole. Sweaty. Slippery. Hot.
I dream about a otherworldly stranger binding me, his shadowy hands all over me. He takes me, uses me like a synthetic fuck-doll, and then leaves into the nightfall.
But there’s a more important part of me, a deeper yearning, that wants to live as their sex toy. Shared. Blasted with cum. Used and then left behind. Ravished and discarded. I want two dominants to blast their seed into their favorite fuck toy. They use me until they’ve had their fill, then leave me abandoned, aching, and dripping. I crave slutdom. I want submissiveness. I need them to control me.
I love thinking about my vagina as a sex toy—a dumping ground for their seed.
I covet the pleasure of two cocks inside me, fucking me hard. I want to feel the man’s weight on top of me, the roughness of his hands against my skin. I’m a slutty whore, a whore for both of them, but especially for the one below me.
I want them to share me like a dinner roast. I want two men. I want them to eat me, digest me, and then leave me as leftovers saved for another day. If my husband knew my thoughts, he’d be horrified. I don’t know why I want these nasties, but I do. I need them.
I desire them to fuck me from both ends. Spit-roasted and cooked. I yearn for the power of a thousand hands upon me: on my ass, upon my body, deep inside my cunt. As a housewife I want them to fuck me in every room of the house: upstairs, downstairs, on the kitchen table, on the sofa, in our bedroom, on the bed I share with my husband. I want them to abuse my holes—all three equally.
I’m a fuck puppet. Diary, that’s what I am—a slut, a whore, a game. I’m the whore who guzzles cum in every room of the house, in the kitchen, in the bedroom, and in the living room.
I’m lascivious, whorish, and a dolly for men, for any man—or a woman, or even a gang of men as long as they bind me. Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about a scandalous experience that brightened the other day. Diary, because only you know.
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