Penning the Love

Dear Diary

Love is of course there. But, we share a great physical relationship. On every single visit, he leaves marks all over my body. And on every next visit, I am blank... waiting for his love to fill me again.

Some might say it's not wise to get involved everyday. I don't buy that. I love every minute of it. Infact, I was born for him to do that to me.

The curves on his cylinderical body turn me on. However, in reality, I don't do anything. I stay still while he does what he does best. That's our way. Oooo!

Often, we take a break... and that's the time he lies on me. Ah! God knows how much I love it. I could spend my whole life that way. God even knows how I keep asking for more and more time with him.

I clearly remember the first time we met. I was new in the neighbourhood, and I presumed he had been there for quite some time. He came to me on the second day of my 'new address'. He took off his cap and made immediate contact with me. That day onward, he comes everyday. That day onward, I wait everyday.

And everyday, I feel him all over my body... from left to right... left to right... left to right... left to right... while he moves from top to bottom.... top to bottom... over and over again.

I sometimes wonder, what is the end of this story? Are we going to be like this always? All physical and no talks! But then, I also wonder why I didn't know him earlier. Had we been in the same class, we would have spoken much more. Moreover, I am damn sure we would have been quite together in many tests in the class—after all, P is not that far away from N!

It's night and I should sleep now. Tomorrow's another day... with my darling.

Notebook

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That was a diary entry from Notebook. She loves the pen that works on her during days... and she thinks about him at nights.

Below is the diary entry from Pen... for the same day.

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Hey Diary

Bored of these females now. Pad, File, Paper, Notebook... go away and get lost!

Hoping to get introduced to a new girl... What about Sheets? (wink) :)

Pen

Daughtered and Slaughtered

I don't remember my parents. I mean, the biological parents. As long as my memory takes me, I have always been with the couple who adopted me... so, they became my parents by default.

Because they have been my parents, I am in a bigger shock for what they did to me. Was that because I'm a female? Yes, I am a female... and in India, females have not enjoyed a lot of freedom since the beginning. I know the times are changing... and I am sure there will be perfect parity some years from now. I hope.

Coming back to my story. My parents asked me to sleep with a stranger! What kind of parents would do that to their child? Even though I may have been adopted; still, who does that kind of shit?

So, I did as I was asked. Did I have any choice? This guy totally overpowered me for I don't know how long. When the thing was done, he went his way and I went home. God knows what deal he'd struck with my mommie daddie. You know what followed next? Don't you? I was expecting soon after! No marriage no nothing... and I was expecting. I wouldn't raise a voice... because I couldn't. They were my parents.

Anyway, I clearly remember it to be January when I delivered twins—a cute male and an unfortunate (as I realize the status of females in here) opposite gender. Okay... so, I didn't know. Seriously, what could I do with the kids? Who and where was their daddy?

But the love for the twins proved overwhelming! I started enjoying their company, but it turned out to be temporary. A month later, my parents gave away my son... to god knows who. I kept crying, but they hardly noticed the tears.

Just because I was adopted and given a home... did not mean I could be subjected to all that! Do you think they are humans? I think otherwise.

Ignoring the pathetic parents, all I am left with is my lovely daughter. Now, I just hope they don't take her away.
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Written by a female doggie who's badly missing her male pup... and wondering what her owner got out of sending him away... and how come the female stays back in this anti-female place...

"You love your kids like hell... and sell ours... I ask why..."