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Anonymous, The Incest Diary

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in case no one told you today: you deserve way more than the bare minimum in all types of relationships.

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"how was ur day?" "how are u?" "i missed u today" "call me when u get home" "im proud of you"

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don’t be shy to moan u sound so pretty

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Smut warning!!

I wanna lick his dick from base to tip lingering on his tip, allowing my spit to leave a trail from where my mouth touched. Lick his slit over and over hearing the sounds escape from his mouth that he tries so desperately to repress. Feel his body urging for more, urging for the sensation he craves. The look on his face of pure ecstasy as I give him what he wants. Putting it all the way in my mouth after all of his pleading to finally give him what he wants. Putting it so far in my mouth that the sounds of my gags and his moans are all that can be heard. Feeling him grab the back of my head pushing my further and further down as he tests my limits. I wanna see the look of realization as he watching me go up and down up and down sucking him. I wanna hear his pleads to finish in my throat. Then I wanna stop and leave him desperate wanting more. Seeing his pathetic self so helpless laying in front of me hard and dripping pre cum. kissing him to make him taste how good he tastes. Getting up on top of him while he sits up grinding my dripping wet pussy on his hard cock. Letting him finally put it in me unable to take the waiting myself as I feel the urges getting strong and stronger. I wanna rock my hips slowly in a way that only feels good for me as I feel the sounds leaving me getting louder and louder. Feeling his attempt to thrust himself harder into me to make himself feel good. I want to deny him of that pleasure and pin his hips down but before doing that bringing his hands up to my tits. Feeling his calloused fingertips running over my hard and sensitive nipples, squeezing them. I wanna feel him bend me forward towards him to put his mouth on my tits. Every swipe of his tongue over my nipple bringing me closer and closer as I feel my pussy begin to clench around his cock. Moving my hips faster and faster as I unpin his hips and let him thrust into me. Feeling him pound harder and harder, feeling the tingling familiar feeling as I get closer and closer to finishing right there on top of him. Feeling his hand travel down to my clit as I bounce on top of him taking over to allow him to rub circles on my clit. Feeling those fingers I love touching my sensitive clit. The feeling go my baby fucking me and making himself and I both feel good. I wanna feel the circles around my clit getting faster and faster, my voice getting higher and his cock goes in and out of me. I very quickly feel the peak of my orgasm and feel my entire body tensing up. Feeling the pleasure in my pussy as he continue to fuck me not allowing my body to relax. I don't know exactly when it happened but the power dynamics had shifted and I loved it. I can tell by the way his body was jerking that he was close. Two more thrusts and I feel his cum filling my pussy. The only sound now filling the room being our pants as his cock stays inside of me struggling to move. He collapses his whole body only mine as he kisses my head. After maybe 15 minutes we get up to go get some water and clean up and the mess we made. That's what I wanna do. All of it.

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Falling asleep next to someone you love is literally so peaceful

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Grab her throat when u give her a kiss >>

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Date in private, love in private, be happy in private.

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its a need

mmm I need to feel your lips on mine.

To feel the urges of desire and want passed onto me from your body as you grab onto me.

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Maybe I'm not good enough.

Or maybe all i'm good for is sex and my body.

but how can I only be good for my body when my body isn't good enough.

My body isn't thin and smooth.

I have back rolls and stomach rolls.

My laugh isn't cute and small.

And sometimes I care too much.

I tried the whole not caring thing but every single attempt leads to my downfall.

I want to be someones girlfriend.

Someone that people are proud to be around.

Not the second choice or late night booty call.

I want to be good enough.

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You’re my favourite person. The person that I’d give my last breath to. The person I would risk everything for. The person who makes my face light up. The person who’s the first on my mind when I wake up and the last on my mind when I fall asleep. The person I want my family to love. The person who makes my bad days feel okay. The person who I can cry in front of. The person who I will always love no matter what happens.

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The thought of being in love with the person who knows you best.

The person who sees all of your sides,

the person who has felt all of your skin,

the person who has studied all your habits,

the person who has learnt your likes and dislikes,

the person who knows your own thoughts before you do,

the person who knows and accepts every flaw you you have,

and despite everything, every fight, every disagreement, every bad attitude, every ugly cry, every negative situation, they always find ways to make things right with you, because they love you too much,

they love you so much that they could never imagine losing you.

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are you okay? (i love you.) want me to help clean you up? (i love you.) do you need water, a hug, anything at all? (i love you.) was there anything that made you uncomfortable? (i love you.) which parts did you like? (i love you.) i really enjoyed what you did with me (i love you.) you’re not bad or gross for being turned on by things like pain or helplessness (i love you.) there’s nothing wrong with you (i love you.) i had a great time, can i tell you my favorite part? (i love you.) i felt so safe with you (i love you.)

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You’re not too much or never enough.

You’re not unlovable or undesirable.

Your eyes shine brighter than any star in the bright night sky.

You will not always be the person at the back of the classroom that no one pays attention to.

You will find that true love that seems as everyone except for you has.

Your hands aren’t too big or too small.

Your waist isn’t to boxy or too curvy.

Your chest isn’t too big or too small.

Your body isn’t ugly or disposable.

You are art.

Your body is a piece of priceless art work.

Your words flow off your tongue as smooth as a glass of warm whiskey.

Your presence feels so calming and angelic.

So angelic that you remind me of poetry.

Gentle and kind.

Perfect and gorgeous.

Not everyone appreciates the masterpiece of you.

I know you feel ugly and like you ruin the family photo.

I know you hate how you look and think that you will always be “the reacher”.

I know you go to bed wishing you could be like everyone else.

But you are poetry.

You are art.

You are priceless.

You are worthy of everything good.

This piece is inspired by one of my best friends @cottonhare. She deserves all of the love and affection this world has to offer 🫶🫶

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You tell me you love me.

You tell me you love everything about me.

The things that no one’s loved before.

You say you love the sparkle in my eye.

Or the dimple I’ve yet to find.

You claim to love me forever and always.

But I’ve always wondered how long always would be.

I thought you’d continue to love me.

Thought to myself, this is it, this is home.

you tell me I’m all you could ever need.

And that I was the love of your life.

Your love.

Your life.

Your light.

Two days had gone by.

I see the way your attitude had changed.

How quickly I went from being your priority to just being someone in the back of your mind.

I think to myself, how.

How could it have changed oh so quickly.

How did your feelings for me vanish in the span of days.

A week had passed and you hadn’t called me.

You hadn’t texted me.

Not one word.

I ask if your okay because lord knows if you are.

No response.

I wait another week and ask if our relationship was doing okay.

No response.

Maybe you just need a break. Maybe you need a day.

Or two.

Or three.

Weeks continue to go by and yet I still hadn’t gotten a reply.

Tears are forming in my eyes as I think to myself,

How could I go from being the love of his life, to the person who gets no reply.

I feel myself slowly disappearing as I turn into nothing but an empty shell of who I used to be.

I turn to things I never expected to in order to gain the validation and attention I yearned from you.

Things that made me, less and less me.

Except I’m not “me” anymore.

I’m nothing but a shadow.

I live and breathe and talk.

I sometimes even laugh.

But I still never feel the wholeness that I once felt when I was with you

Darkness starts invading the air.

Storms and clouds and dust.

Swirling Around me.

I’m nothing but a hollow body.

I used to feel so whole.

So real.

So loved.

Now I know I’ll never be whole again.

Never be real again.

Never be loved again.

Never be “me” again.

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“You are worth finding. Worth knowing. Worth loving. You and all your one million layers. Always hold that close.”

— Danielle Doby

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I love his eyes and the way they sparkle

I love how when he smiles, his nose crinkles

I love how he kisses my head whenever I’m upset or he’s cuddling me

I love how comforting his smell is

I love the way he fidgets with his rings whenever he’s nervous

I love how he looks at me as if I’m everything to him

I love how he texts me when he gets home so that I know he’s okay

I love how he gives me butterflies whenever he rubs circles on the back of my hand

I love how whenever I have a panic attack he grabs my hand

I love how adorable he gets when I compliment him