o Mom, You Can't Read Your Daughter's Diary (or Texts) Invading privacy destroys trust and makes things awkward. well this iss something that has given me

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o Mom, You Can’t Read Your Daughter’s Diary (or Texts)
Invading privacy destroys trust and makes things awkward.

well this iss something that has given me a little trauma. It broke me from inside and my self confidence fell into pieces. It has been 4 years now but I still cannot get this event out from my head it keeps coming back in form of broken events. Everyone needs something to reveal their dark side and I am someone who expresses myself by writing so that I can carry on my life forward by writing down all my dark sides. Yes I am also a girl not a goddess I do make mistakes ,I do have bad thoughts , I do curse,I do think about things that is termed ‘inapprropriate’ by everyone else but why don’t anyone understands that I have never taken a step that would have disgraced my parents my family,I have just written my bad sidees and the only thing that I expected was that no one not even a single person in this world would read it, not even my Fatima then how can someone be so thoughtless and selfish to read my diary. That event has broken me I feel so ashamed now whenever I think about that is related to the event. Because of this I have three different people in my mind 1st personality-Sia,second is-Krishna and third is me:and me is confused so damm… confused as Sia and Krishna just always keep arguing on the same point with different opinion. Their is an endless chatter that keeps going in my head and I cannot share this to anyone as I always end up being reminded about the damm.. event that broke me.

New Confession

When I entered mommysroom and saw Elma our bLack housekeeper viciously moms naked cheeks I nearly died. Both totally naked and mommy yelling “yes yes yes “ to each whack. Elma n****** wobbled in her chest. They were gorgeous. I licked my lips. I rubbed my own ripening n****** feeling the glow rising between my thighs. Then mommy turned over on the bed. She spread her legs out wide opening her p**** to Elma’s eyes. Elma grabbed a long wooden spoon. Aimed carefully and whacked mommy’s p**** lips very hard. The wet squishy sound was music to my ears. The effect on mommy’s p**** must have been an extreme explosion. Not a single sound came from mommy’s mouth. “Is it good baby? Does your puss scream in agony? Ent one whack on a n*****? Uuuuummmmmhhhummm mommy groaned. “Pull your p**** open sweetie and maybe I’ll lick your c***. I watched as mommy gripped her c*** lips and spread her v***** wide open. Whack whack the spoon hit the n******. “Three taps on your c*** sweetie, then I’ll s*** your c*** snd let you c**.” Sloun good darling? Uummhhm. Whack whack 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 whack. Arahhhhahh. Mommy gasped. Them Elma bent down and kneeled at mommy’s p****. Her pink tongue flicked out over the ripe c*** button. Mmmppphhh mommy groaned. Her thighs spread wider. Dribbles of pee escaped. Elma giggled. Losing control are we? She wriggled her tongue over the c*** faster and faster and faster. The legs began to move shivering and jiggling. Her n****** were rock hard and she twisted the pebbles in her fingers. “Pull your knees to your chest to bare your a** sweetie. Mom did . Elma kept her tongue in moms v***** . Then she grabbed the paddle and fired 7 quick hard vicious whacks on mommies bare a** cheeks. The violence blasted her c*** over the edge and screaming she bounced her a** onto the bed . Watching all this unfold I was very close to c****** myself. But I watched mommy’s naked body collapse flat. She has passed out mid orgssm. I could see her belly twitch and jerk in orgasmic contractions. It was a beautiful s*** dream to watch.

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