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What do you write about the most in your diary?

I used to journal quite a bit some years ago, but it's been a minute since I last sat down to write out a proper entry. I do keep a lot of notes saved to my phone, however.

Much of it consists of various thoughts and unfinished ideas I've jotted down with the intention of revisiting later; the rest is pretty random, or pertains to things I want to get out of my head without having to say them out loud.

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Oh lovely day….

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Sunday things.

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When I was little, my mother had to work two (sometimes, three) jobs. And since we were too young to stay home unsupervised, she would send my sister and I off to live with my Aunt and Uncle during the Summer months.

Their home was located off a dirt road on the west side of town. My uncle’s father owned a bit of the surrounding land back then, so much of it was underdeveloped, with only a few neighboring houses here and there.

Often, around dusk, just before the day turned into night, my uncle would take walks. And I, being his little shadow, was always eager to tag along.

The road we’d walk was lined with huge old oak trees that had thick and reaching branches that extended high above, creating a kind of canopy effect. It felt so very magical to me back then, walking beneath them—like I was in an enchanted forest of some sort.

During those walks we wouldn’t say much. We would just observe the sights and sounds around us. The chirping of crickets, and frogs croaking, toads hopping, birds nestling in the leaves—and so on.

But what was always the most thrilling and exciting was the lightning bugs and how they darted and flashed their blinking neon lights all around us. There must have been thousands of them! (Maybe thats the typical exaggeration of a 6-year-old’s perception, but still, there were many.)

I used to catch as many as I could, and would put them in a jar with a handful of tall grass. There were many nights I’d fall asleep while watching them glow.

Eventually the land was sold, the trees were cut down and cleared out, the dirt road was paved and new ones were made. More and more houses were built, and the lightning bugs went away.

It’s been a good while since I’ve last seen one, but when I do, I’m 6 years old all over again.

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The day’s last kiss.

Jan 13 2024

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I was a couple hours into my shift; busy with all the usual duties required of me in my role as a nurse. All the important tasks of a typical morning routine were completed. Assessments were charted, old and new orders from various providers were acknowledged and recorded. As were notes and entries of care plans, lab results, and everything else in between.

I made sure to greet each of my patient’s with the usual smile I always do, and displayed the professionalism they’d expect from their nurse by providing them the opportunity to discuss their needs and goals for the day, assuring them their concerns matter.

Are you comfortable with the temperature of your room? Do you need a warmed blanket? Would you like some coffee? Is there anything else I can do for you?

All the typical questions I would ask.

From an observer’s viewpoint, I’m sure it appeared to be any normal day. Nothing unusual or odd stood out. Nothing that would cause anyone to suspect that my mind was flooded with the filthiest of thoughts.

Thoughts that echoed loudly as I smiled and nodded at doctors and fellow nurses and caretakers with whom I pretended to be engaged in conversation.

Thoughts that stirred my senses as I listened to lung sounds, heart sounds and bowel sounds through my stethoscope.

Thoughts that made my cunt drip and tingle; moistening my already moistened panties.

Thoughts that lingered from what happened hours earlier that morning, just before I had to leave for work.

Thoughts that just wouldn’t be ignored.

"How's my naughty nurse this morning?" His message flashed on the screen of my phone. I immediately felt my cheeks turn pink as though our secret had become transparent for everyone to see.

"...Currently corrupted by very naughty thoughts, thanks to you."

"Mmm. Good girl."

Such a simple response, but there was undoubtedly a devious smirk behind his short reply. He quickly reminded me of what he will be expecting when I returned home that evening; leading my mind to revisit all the details of what transpired just 3 hours before.

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I was in the laundry room ironing my scrubs for the day, wearing only my bra and panties when he greeted me with a fresh cup of coffee.

I gave him a sleepy smile and thanked him. He stood in the doorway, and looked me up and down as I ironed away at the creases of my uniform.

When I glanced over at him, I couldn’t help but notice his cock. It was hard and protruding up and out of the elastic band of his briefs, making it all too tempting for me to stop what I was doing to give it my full attention. But instead, I gave him a pouty face, and in a most pitiful tone I said, "I can’t….I'm already running behind on time."

Seemingly unfazed by that piece of knowledge, he continued his stare and pulled his cock out to stroke it slowly in front of me, and gave the smirk I know all too well.

"Oh, you are a cruel man..."

"Come here," he said. And then instructed me to stretch out my panties to show him.

"Just like that" he grunted, "Such a pretty little cunt." His breathing became heavier as he stroked faster.

I could tell he was on the edge of the inevitable, so I pulled my panties down a little more to reveal how wet they were.

"Cum in my panties." I said.

And at that moment, he steadied his cock and aimed it at the glistening layer of my cotton crotch; spraying his sticky seed all over them; soiling them with his morning lust.

Once every last drop was deposited, I gave him a big kiss and pulled my panties back up to finish ironing my uniform.

I gave him a big grin as he walked away, "Looks like you're coming to work with me today!" To which we both laughed.

And now, hours later, I was at work looking for every opportunity to sneak to the bathroom to look at my panties.

To see the stains. To take them off and hold them to my nose. To smell them. To deeply inhale him and breathe in his scent.

I wondered if anyone else got the occasional whiff of our lust from this morning. Or if it followed in my wake as I walked past them.

Throughout the entire shift I remained in a perpetual state of arousal; feeling like a dirty whore in my dirty panties.

When the shift finally came to an end, I hurried home, and was promptly greeted at the door with his arm extended and his palm out.

"Now hand them over to me." It was as though he had been thinking about it all day as well.

I slipped out of my scrub pants, and removed my panties, and handed them over.

He held them to his nose just as I did many times during my shift. I watched him breathe in the aroma as though it was his very first breath--or maybe as if it could be his last. And then he balled them up in his hand and put them in his pocket.

"And tomorrow, you will be coming to work with me."

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Jamming out to Christopher Cross on this Wild Thursday evening.

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I guess I’m officially a student…again. :)

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cool blog. Any chance you’ll post more of your writing? I enjoyed the erotica, but also the vignette about stars.

Thank you. Im glad you enjoyed them. I have several writings that I started some time ago, but never finished for whatever reason. I’m hoping to get back into it this year. So we’ll see. :)

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Thanks to 2023, I’ll be starting the new year a little more sparkly. ✨

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Sutton, AK (May 2021)

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Whenever I am feeling downhearted, I take a long walk to get back on track.

—Charmaine J Forde

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There’s a spring fed lake not too far from me that I’ll visit from time to time. It’s been awhile, but during this particular visit the water level was unusually low (or at least lower than I had ever known it to be).

While walking along the edge of the water, I happened to see all these little eggs. I got excited over the idea of the many tadpoles and tiny frogs they’d become, and how they’d soon fill the area. It’s one of the many things about nature that has always felt a bit like magic to me.

I intended to visit again a few weeks later to see the outcome, but for whatever reason I didn’t.

I bet they were so cute though. Maybe this spring I’ll visit again.

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I love it when she hangs out with me like this…..

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