Dear Diary... The sun had barely crested the horizon, and already my day had begun in the most peculiar of ways. After allowing a gentle cascade of twice-filtered water to shine upon my glorious frame, I dressed in my school's feted garments and sauntered elegantly into my family's kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee beckoning me, only to be greeted by the most unseemly sight a girl could ever conceive of seeing. Mother, in all her 'naked glory', was fucking Saori doggy style with what looked like a huge bumpy purple strap on. The kitchen counter was their love nest, the usual place of breakfast prep now a sapphic stage for their sexually depraved performance. (Click picture for full-sized picture Kindly drawn by Kaisor_Mon) "Mommy Mistress..." my slut of a sister called out. "You're so big...please...mercy.... Little Emiko-chan might see us..." Oh? NOW She thinks of that? After boffing our mom in the kitchen like a horny slut in heat for the last hour? "Worry not my dear.....she won't be up for a little while...now bark like the bitch you are!!!" My mom shouted as she shoved her phallus deeper into Saori-onee-san's clenched cunt. "WOOF! WOOF!" Saori barked back, her vagina literally oozing fluids onto the floor. My stomach churned, and it wasn't from hunger. "It's totally fucking time for me to be up, Mother! For the love of all that is holy, have you two no bloody shame? Get a room, you two!" "Jealousy is not pretty on such an upper class girl..." Mom chided me as she pulled the dildo out and rammed in into Onee-san's ass, causing my sister to squeal loudly and bark like a Scottish Terrior would bark if a Scottish Terrior had a 7 inch dildo shoved up its grease hole. "And incestuous sluttery is unbecoming of a mother, you daft twat!" I bellowed, slamming the front door of the mansion closed behind me. I couldn't believe what I had just seen. Mother and Saori, in the kitchen, going at it again like a pair of horny rabbits. It was like walking into a porn scene, except with relatives. Ugh, the image was burned into my retinas and no amount of bleach was going to wash it away. I stormed away from the mansion and buried my face in my bookbag, screaming into the tough leathery plastic, the tiny cheap threading tickling my nose. Then I stopped, inhaled, exhaled....and then relaxed...and allowed a smile to cross my face. Ah...I could not allow such lower life forms to affect me. After all, today was not a day to dwell on my twisted family life. Today t'was the day which I hadst been looking forward to for an eternity - the day of my sundae date with Kyosuke! The thought of his sweet, innocent face was like a cool breeze on a hot summer day, washing away the sickness that was my family. Several cherubic version of Cupid floated above my head as I dreamt of him, though I couldn't figure out why they all resembed DeVito and Dinklage. As I strutted into school, the whispers of the other students fluttered around me like butterflies around a blooming flower. They all knew who I was and what I represented - power, beauty, and the untouchable goddess of perfection. I couldn't help but soak it all in with a smug smile spread across my face as I walked down the hallways, the sound of their emphatic whispers of adoration an elaborate symphony to my ears. But amidst all the well-deserved adoration, my thoughts remained fixated on my after-school rendezvous. And finally, after many hours of cruel classes, the fated moment finally arrived. The final bell of the day rang out, and the hallowed halls of Meiwa High School were filled with the cacophony of students eager to escape the confines of education. I, however, had a different escape in mind. I rushed out most hurriedly, likely running over top of the school otaku club members on my way out, and found my young Prince Charming waiting for me outside the school gates, his little heart surely must have been racing like a psychotic sugar-fed hamster on a wheel at the sight of me. I mean, who could blame him? The sun was shining, and the world felt like it was smiling just for us as we strolled elegantly together to the sugary haven of the local sundae shop. The place we chose to go to was not the most highest class of places, to put it simply it was a pastel nightmare of gyarish pinks and purples swallowed up by some colour blind hippo and vomited back out to create this confectionery wonderland which made my teeth ache just looking at it. However, as it was Lord Kyosuke's favorite, I would perservere. Indeed, I could feel his excitement as we stepped inside, the tinkling bell above the door announcing our arrival. The young waitresses looked at me with a mix of awe and jealousy, their eyes flicking from me to Kyosuke and back again. I felt like a queen, and my little prince was about to be treated to the royal experience he deserved. All who gazed upon us could surely only swoon in the sorrow that they could never dream of being the object of our affections. One such of these peons tipped her glasses up and muttered, "Sit where ever you want. Plenty of seats. We'll come by later" Once day, whence I take complete dictatorial control of the univerise, I shall summon a dozen insane monkeys to torture the monosyballic emotionless tart to death for her insolence. We sat down at a table by the window, the sun casting a warm glow over our faces. The smell of waffles and freshly whipped cream filled the air, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of giddy anticipation. This was it. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the moment I had been planning for weeks. "So, Lord Kyosuke," I began, placing a gentle hand on his. "What kind of sundae would you like today?" His cheeks grew redder than a sunset in Kyoto. "I...uh...I'll have the same as you, Emiko-chan." I couldn't resist the urge to tease him. "Oh, so you're calling me 'chan', now? How bold of you" I giggled, my voice as sweet as the sugared cherry we'd soon share. I then shrieked into the sky, "SOON YOUR BABIES WILL BE CALLING ME 'MAMA! AND YOU SHALL CALL ME PLEASURE OF YOUR FLESH!", but I only did this mentally, so sadly, this reached neither his ears nor those of our unconcieved spawn. He looked up at me, those eyes of his sparkling like stars in the night sky. "Only because you're like a sundae to me, so sweet and pretty," he murmured shyly. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through me, despite the lameness of the words. I mentally fistbumped Benzaiten, goddess of Love, in my mind, then ordered two of their special triple-chocolate sundae with extra whipped cream and a cherry on top - one for each of us. As we waited, we chatted gently about school, his friends, and his favorite cartoons. The mundane topics were of no major consequence; all that mattered was the connection we shared, the way our laughter mingled together like the sweetness of the impending sundae toppings. The twin sundaes arrived, a mountain of chocolate and cream that looked far too heavenly to eat, like a giant blazing ball of death to diabetics everywhere. I watched as Kyosuke's eyes lit up, and he dove into his with the enthusiasm of a kid in a candy store, which, I guess, was pretty much on spot with reality. His adorable puffy cheeks were soon lightly stained with chocolate and strawberry syrup, and his smile was as broad as the Grand Canyon or Ms Parton's bra straps. It was becoming far too much for my poor timid heart to handle. As we ate, I scooted my stool over so I was sitting right next to him, whispering sweet nothings that made him blush. Each bite of the sundae was a taste of our growing love, and with each passing second, I could feel the tension building between us. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I leaned in and kissed him, our tongues dancing together like the cherry and the whipped cream on top of our desserts. His cheeks were as red as the strawberry on the side of the sundae, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned into me, his small arms wrapping around my waist. The kiss was like a spark in a dry forest, igniting a passion that had been building for what felt like an eternity. We broke apart, both of us panting slightly, our eyes locked in a silent understanding. The other customers in the shop were watching us, some with smiles on their faces, others with looks of shock or disgust. "For the love of all that is holy, have you two no bloody shame?" "Yeah, get a room, you two!" But I cared not, for we were waltzing a beautiful pas de deux in our own little world, just Lord Kyosuke and I. As we finished our sundae, the sweetness of our kiss still lingering on our lips, Kyosuke looked up at me with a newfound confidence in his gaze. "Emiko-san," he whispered, "I had so much fun today. Thank you for taking me out." "The pleasure is all mine, Lord Kyosuke," I replied, beaming down at him. "I'm just.... happy to be spending time with you." And tearing your clothing off and making hot passionate love to you in the scorching suns of Anubis!, though the last part was thought, rather than said. With that, we finished our sundae, the taste of love lingering on our lips like the sweetest of chocolates. As we left the shop, the world felt different. Brighter. Clearer. More purposeful. The air was filled with the scent of promise and the sweetness of our burgeoning, passionate love. But alas, reality had to intrude eventually. Kyosuke excused himself, with the same adorable shyness as he always did, and headed off for my future home, er...his current home. As I made my own way back to the Hell-induced pit stop I called home, and lost in a daze of tranquil happy lucid thoughts (many of which were NOT PG13), I found myself quite suddenly stumbled into another figure. I jerked my head up and saw a dark-skinned teenage girl, dressed in the same Meiwa High School uniform as me. She glared at me, her eyes narrowing and snapping like draconic firecrackers inside a pizza box. "Oi, watch where you're going, bitch!" the lowly heathen spat, shoving me away from her with surprising strength and unbelievable audacity. My eyes expanded like Mario eating a mushroom, and I glared katanas at the girl. "Excuse me, Miss?" "Oh, you're excused..." The dark-skinned girl rolled her eyes. "Just watch where you're going, Blondie. You're as clumsy as a drunk salaryman on a tightrope!" My hand shot up to slap her, but something stopped me. Mayhaps it was the afterglow of my kiss with Kyosuke, or maybe I was just tired of fighting today's battles. "Excuse me," I said, my sweet voice dripping with a lovely coating of malice and sarcasm. "But I do believe it was you who was not watching where she was going. And as for your language, it's not surely not ladylike to use such... vernacular." The girl snorted. "Ladylike? That's a laugh coming from a clumsy big-boobed blond bimbo!" My cheeks burned with embarrassment and anger. "You dare insult me?" I spat back. But something was off about this girl. There was a hint of... something in her eyes, a spark that seemed eerily familiar. I shook off the thought and spun around in an instant, taking leave so that my gentle delicate mind could continue to wade in the blissful pool of Lord Kyosuke's kiss. "Go ahead and run, you yellow-belly - and haired - coward! I'll get you next time!" That was enough! I spun back around and hurled back in righteous indignant fury, "As if there will be a next time! Go home little school girl. Someday I'm sure you'll go far. And I hope you fucking stay there!" I continued to back away....but kept hollering my insults in her general direction. "Oh? Are you talking again? Aren't you the reason God created our middle fingers?" "Wohohohoho....so great. Tell me you brazen bimbo, how many licks can I get on you until I finally get to the interesting part of this conversation..." This continued until we could no longer hear eachother. I did hear on the local station tonight, though, that several wildlife in the area are being treated for PTSD now. The rest of the walk home felt like forever, but all I could think about was his sweet, innocent face. How could such a perfect creature not realize the depth of my love for him? I had to find a way to show him, to make him understand that we were meant to be together. As I approached my mansion, the gates loomed over me like the jaws of a dragon, ready to swallow me back into the chaos that was my life. The lights were on, casting a warm glow onto the cobblestone path leading up to the door. I could hear the distant sounds of laughter. Well..at least I was home - a haven where I could feel safe and secure from all the tragedies of oxygen which existed outside it's walls. That was when I ALSO heard loud moaning coming from inside - stemming from two familiar voices. Nope, no haven here either. With a heavy sigh, I pushed the front door of the mansion open, steeling myself for what I might find. The cleaning maids rushing to find a room to clean so they didn't have to be anywhere in the vicinity. The smell of sweat and lust hit me like a ton of bricks, the walls werepractically vibrating with the sounds of the two sapphic hyenas' lovemaking. I rolled my eyes, making my way to the stairs. Then I heard it - the unmistakable sound of Mother's high-pitched squeals of pleasure. "Oohhhh....yeess...." I couldn't hold back any longer. I ran into the living room from whence the sounds emanated from. The scene looked like a Diddy the Horny dalmation mounting his bitch, Dyanetha, only sicker. "MOM! You two are the freaking reason Mother Nature invented venereal diseases!" I shouted and threw my book bag at them. It hit Mom on the back of the head, but if she noticed the bash to her skull, it sure didn't stop her, as she kept humping my elder sibling. I scamperd upstairs, far from the torturous scene downstairs, went to grab a nice, long, cold shower - not to cool down from Kyosuke's sensual kiss, but to recover from the PTSD brought on from the livingroom's theatrics. Hey! Wait! I've got it! Maybe I can film this stuff and post it on Onlyfans for a profit! :) That could work! - End of Entry -