Dear Diary…

I think I got my first erection today. I think that’s what they’re called right, that’s what they told us in health class. I do not know if it was weird or not because I got it when I caught a glimpse of my sister changing outfits. It seems she had mistakenly left her door open just a tad. I peered in when I was walking by because it was hard not to notice her big breasts were out. I had never seen boobs in person before besides my wet nurse. My mother’s body is too perfect to let breastfeeding have any negative effects. So father wouldn’t have it, he bought the wet nurse, but I don’t really remember that time. I really remember Ivankas boobs, it’s good she didn’t catch me staring. Wow, is it weird because she’s my older sister? I don’t care, I love boobs now. This erection is starting to hurt though will it ever go away? Is there something I can do about it, I noticed it feels nice when I touch and tickle it? I guess I’ll have to find out.

Barron W. T.

March 29th, 2018

diary of a curious boy stuck in the middle.


They say all the best people are…

Madness, or sanity? With each passing day, I find myself trying to determine how big the spectrum between them is, if it even exists for that matter. Am I crazy for wondering? Has my mind gone astray or am I among the small percentage of people that remain sane? Lost in thoughts of lunacy amidst a deranged society that has eliminated any concept of what sanity actually is. Perhaps the spectrum really is non-existent, and sanity is just a word made up by madmen to satisfy the fools living in denial.

The sane seem more like mystical creatures from what I have found throughout this adventure. We’re living in a world ruled by covetous narcissistic psycho and sociopaths, posing as fucking role models, how can one maintain a stable mindset in a reality crafted by such lunatics? Continue reading “They say all the best people are…”

An Unsung Pleasure

Handjobs are such an underrated form of art. The only time I think people appreciate a good handjob is before they’ve had the delight of one’s mouth on their genitals. Young pubescent boys just exploding at the thought of a girl even looking below their wastes. A handjob was everything a 14 year old boy could ask for, while a blowjob was something you hear about in legends or your dads porn collection. Then the day comes where you find yourself face to face with destiny and some young innocent girl or boy is slobbing on your pecker like it’s a lollipop. Afterwards the thought of a mere handjob seems childish and petty.

Once a person is introduced to the art of fellatio, they forget about the sexual power that everyone possesses in their hands. Continue reading “An Unsung Pleasure”