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[Dingus Guy]

Grandma's Diary

I am going to post a variation of what I have written, but there is a little more to go to make it complete, so i am only posted a wee bit here just to give you a taste...


Grandma’s Diary
By
Dingus Guy


6-24-05, 8:45am
Dear Diary,

I woke up all horny this morning, so I figured I would try again. Yet, after 10 minutes of finger fucking myself, all I got was frustrated and unfulfilled. So I wiped off my wet finger, lied back on my bed and am writing to tell you how I feel. The frustration I feel is at a new time high. I am as wet as I have ever been, but the tingly sensation that I feel just isn’t satisfying me. I know there is more. I can feel it. All my friends tell me how incredible the feeling gets when the orgasm hits. At 18, I figured I would have had an orgasm at least by now. Considering, I had sex at 16, you would imagine something would’ve come from it. There is something wrong with me, I know it. My Mom has been nudging me to go see the gyno, so I might do that just to get some answers. Not my first choice of activities I want to do. I don’t want some strange old doctor poking around me down there though.

Just feeling my wet hole this second, I can feel that I love it, but it is not enough. I want more, maybe I just need to find the right guy to unlock me. Get laid again and maybe I will get off finally. I like Jim, but more as a friend than a fantasy. I think he senses that I am not interested. I would hate to hurt his feelings. Maybe Jack would be cool to go out with. Since he has broken up with Jenny, he’s hardly been seen. I don’t think Jenny will give a ratfuck who I go out with. Besides she broke up with him not the other way around.

On another note, since Grandma’s funeral, my Mom has been pretty down in the dumps and as much as I try to cheer her up, its not working. Tomorrow we have to go over Grandma’s place and see what she has of any value up in her attic. I am not up for that shit at all. Last place I want to be is in that attic with all the dust, spiders, cobwebs and who knows what other vermin there might be. Super yuk!

Alice and I are going to the pool today and stare at some hotties. I love the dark shades Alice bought us. They block out the sun and hide our pervy stares. HA! See, I am a horny American girl! I got to be normal. Where is my fucking orgasm! I’m outta here, cold shower #121 coming up. HA!

10:40pm

Totally fun day. It wasn’t too hot, and the water at the pool wasn’t too cold like it has been before. Alice got a lifeguard’s number. That girl can close a deal. And the guy was a definite hottie. What an ass. I was hit on major league from a couple of hosers, but I will pass. Too high on the creep factor for me. There is something about meeting guys at a swimming pool that reeks of desperation. Unless of course it is a lifeguard who has buns that don’t quit! Not to mention the greatest of abs. I love a muscled stomach. It is so hot.

My Mom called up the gynecologist for me and I have an appointment this Tuesday. I am so not into it and probably will be a nervous wreck when the time comes around. She also reminded me about heading to Grandma’s house tomorrow, which got me into such a downer mood. I am putting on some old clothes and flushing them down the toliet when I get back. It is going to be loads of fun(sarcasm meter 100). Night.


6-25-05, 7am
Dear Diary,

I am up early. The thought of going into my dead Grandma’s attic freaks me out This will be the last time I ever put on my Minnesota Vikings’ Randy Moss t-shirt. He’s traded anyway so I figured it would be a good sacrifice to the clothes Gods. I am also wearing torn grey sweats which I might or might not keep. They have sentimental value because I got them in 10th grade and have my high school track team on it. They still fit, so they will be hard to give up totally. We’ll see how skeeved I get. . I am going to go hop in the shower and get ready. Laterz.

4:15pm

What a fucking wacked out day!!! I been on the phone with Alice for two hours telling her what happened today at my Grandma’s house. She was as shocked as I was when I found out. I got to hand it to Granny, she certainly knows how to keep a secret. Okay, okay, okay, let me explain…My Mom and I (notice the good grammar Mr. Salvucci?) were cleaning up the filthy attic. She had so much crap up there it was incredible. We found lots of my Mom’s stuff including her baby crap- crib, rattle, clothes, blah…blah…blah. Everything was marked in boxes and crates and most of the stuff was still in decent condition. My Mom kept crying and it slowed us down. It was at this point I said I was hungry, so she said she would grab a couple of chicken cutlets at Sal’s Pizza and bring it back for us to nosh on. Sal’s was a favorite place of my Mom’s so I was cool with it. While she was out, I came across a heavy wooden chest in the dark corner of the attic. It had a old style brass key lock on it with a latch. There was no key and it was shut tight.

I went through the kitchen drawers, then the living room, but I found squat. I decided to take a chance and go to Grandma’s room to see if she had anything in her closet or dresser drawers. My Mom had not sifted through her clothes yet, and was saving it for when she was more comfortable. The bedroom was off limits for now, but Mom wasn’t around so what the fuck. If she came back, I would just slide into the bathroom and she wouldn’t even know. This is where the story gets really crazy.

I am going through her closet and I find this old shoe box full of a couple of vinyl garter belts and three vinyl panties, along with, and get this…a black leather riding crop! OMFG!!! I am shocked, but I gotta see if there is more. I find another shoe box, and this has several kinds of handcuffs, a belt made out of chainlinks, and a cleaning fluid for vinyl to make them appear shiny and new. OMFG!!! And there is still more ladies and gentlemen. Another shoebox full of vinyl bras, another with a vinyl corset in it. On the floor, way in the back, was two pairs of vinyl boots different sizes. One to rise up to the knee and the other one to rise above it.

Now here is my thought process at this moment. I am thinking Granny here is some kind of pervvy old timer. But then it occurs to me that she might have been into this stuff when she was younger and that is why everything is tucked away so neatly. Either way, I am like…ALL RIGHT GRANDMA!!! You go girl! HA! Suddenly, the cookie maker of my childhood who used to pass me a dollar everytime I came over is much more special now. She has a life I never thought she would have in a million years. I think back at the times we had. In fact she was the one who gave me my first diary when I was about 12 or 13. She told me my thoughts were the most precious of them all, and I should always keep them under lock and key. I have been writing a diary ever since. About 2 diaries a year. Now, as I think about it, I wonder if that big trunk in the attic holds some of her dark secrets. Well anyway, let me get back to the story.

I am looking through her closet and fascinated by all the strange vinyl garb, wondering if Mom knows any of this, and then I hear the doorknob rattle downstairs. I close the closet, knowing that I would have to find time to tidy up things before she ever comes into the room. I run to the bathroom next door, flush the toliet and as my Mom calls out to me, she hears the bathroom flush and tells me she is home. Phew! Close one. I just go back and join her.

After lunch, I decided to distract her from the wooden chest with some of the other stuff we found. Once we uncovered some photo albums Mom was all into that and never even noticed what I was trying to hide. I wanted to find out what Grandma was trying to hide before Mom stuck her two cents in. A part of me thought it was just some trinkets Grandma had when she was married to Grandpa. I never knew Grandpa, he had died of pnemonia when my Mom was only 10. Grandma never remarried after that and from what my Mom said she never got over Gramps.

So with all the vinyl stuff swimming in my head and the thought that Grandma might have some secret life, I just became more and more curious. After a period of time, and a little after Mom used the bathroom, I went back upstairs to straighten out the mess I had made. I put all the boxes back where I found them, and placed the vinyl boots to the back of the tight closet. You couldn’t even see them without knowing they were there. I quickly looked through Grandma’s dresser draws and found amongst her clothes a small jewelry box. There was a wedding band, a beautiful engagement ring, a pearl necklace and some other jewelry. There was a false bottom and that is where I found this old looking brass key and I knew it was for the wooden chest in the attic. What else could it be for? And what could she be protecting?

Anyway, I told my Mom that I had enough for one day and had plans with a friend. Since she drove, she had no choice to take us back home. It was all an excuse for me to get her out of the house, so I could go back over and do more snooping. Boy, I can be bad if I wanna be. So much for my good girl image. HA!

Well, just a little while ago I pinched my Mom’s purse for Grandma’s keys. There was one for the front door and one for the garage. In about an hour I will tell my Mom I am going out with friends for the evening, but instead head off to the hardware store and make copies of the keys. Then I will uncover the secret life of my Granny Jocelyne. For now, I am going to go wash-up and maybe catch a power nap before I leave. See ya laterz!

You can see I have setup the story for the doctor's scene which happens later on, and I am going to unravel Grandma's life through her diaries. The problem I am having in the transition between diaries. Should I dump the diary idea or do I just turn the story from the girl's diary to the Grandma's diary? Any ideas would be helpful. I have not edited anything yet, so I am up for anything that will make it work.

 

[Black Tulip]

Crim,

Nice story. Only one thing had me wondering, what about her underwear? No panties? Or did she take them off, pushed them aside? Whatever is the case, I think it deserves a few words.

 

[Black Tulip]

Dingus,

You have a nifty idea there.
I would stick to the girl's diary. That way you can have her react to what she's reading about grandma's secret life. Maybe it will give her some ideas?
Switching between two diaries will be too confusing imo.
The doctor is an added bonus?

Ok, off to see what I can come up with it. I have an extra day off thanks to the snow. All schools are closed for the day.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

DG, I agree with BT. The girl can tell about what she's read, etc. It's off to a good start, and I think you've captured the voice of the girl really well.

Ok, where is everyone else's story? (I think neon said he couldn't do one, but there are others who are missing...)

 

[Black Tulip]

Ok, I confess: I'm stuck.
I thought I had a good idea but I can't make it work.
So, I'll post what I have so far and would appreciate you shooting at it.

I wanted to write something with horror or magic, so the corset was supposed to be bewitched by grandma's lover.
And I didn't want the restaurant to be the crowded place as that's been done often enough.

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Grandma's heritage

Lilly smiled as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. The image pleased her and she nodded at herself.

"You look verrry nice, girl. In fact, you look hot."

Still feeling the big smile on her face she turned to the bed to continue dressing. Grandma Lillian's corset had been at the bottom of her closet for years, but she had found it again while packing up a few months back.

After the divorce she had lost a lot of weight and on a whim she had tried the thing on. It fitted her to perfection. She was taller than gran which meant the corset merely pushed her breasts up instead of covering them and the hem came down below her waist instead of to her hips, but it looked gorgeous. The pink satin was perhaps a bit less vibrant, but the black lace made it very sexy, even after god knows how many years.

Lilly remembered her surprise when she found the garment after gran had died almost ten years ago. Her mother had been scandalized and had nearly succeeded in throwing it out. But Lilly had wanted to keep it; it had looked so lovely.

With her hands running down her sides, caressing the satin and her body beneath it as well, she saw her mother's embarrassed look again. It had taken quite an effort to get her to confess.

Lilly stood in front of her bed, her back to the tall mirror and her hands followed the curves of her body as they were enhanced by the beautiful piece of lingerie. Apparently Grandma Lillian had had a lover, a man about ten years her junior. The corset had been his gift to her.

Her fingers stroked the black sequins up to where the lace covered her nipples; her breasts pushed up to nearly spilling over. Perhaps grandma had been standing like this too. Only she may have had an audience.

Lilly sighed as she touched the creamy skin of her breasts and the black lace covering the pink peaks. They hardened instantly and she closed her eyes, trying to imagine a lover who would look at her as she stood there, her hands caressing her body. A tiny spark traveled to a spot in her belly, making her clench her thighs for a moment.

God, how she wished she could take the time to feel her pussy, enjoy the wetness gathering between her thighs, make the tension build till she would throw back her head in a loud moan from climaxing on her fingers.

She had to satisfy herself with a quick feel of the pulsing nub between her legs. There was no time, not now. The pink panties matched the satin of the corset very closely and she was glad to have found them. Nobody would see them but it gave her a pleasant feeling of perfection. The same was true of the sheer black thigh highs and the black heels. All those things added to her feeling of being well dressed, of feeling confident.

On impulse she turned back to the mirror. She giggled as she thought she could get horny by looking at herself. The short black skirt and the jacket that went with it, made her outfit complete and she looked sexy, sophisticated. As she applied a bit of dark kohl around her eyes and a deep-pink lipstick she wondered if her date would think so too.

With a last touch to her short dark hair she left the bedroom, grabbed her purse and left. Deep inside something fluttered and she promised herself a visit from her vibrator when she got home. But first she had to meet this guy.

Lilly frowned as she walked the few blocks to the restaurant he had suggested. What was his name again? He had phoned her about a week ago, telling her his father had been grandma's lover and if she would mind meeting him. He had said her he wanted to see her because of something his father had told him before he had died a few months earlier. Lilly had thought it fitting to wear grandma's corset for this rendezvous.

She had a vague memory of a tall man who had been at grandma's funeral. He had spoken with her mother and with Lilly as well, but she had never seen him since then. His name had been Rupert or something. Now, what was this son of his called? Something foreign, it had reminded her of Hungarian rhapsodies and dark strangers, this son of Rupert Farrel.

As she stepped inside the restaurant Lilly was still trying to remember the name of the man who had asked to meet her. She looked around and the moment her eyes found the tall dark stranger, she knew he had to be Vidor. The name popped into her head as if she had not been wracking her brain for it over the last ten minutes. She studied him as she made her way to his table. She was not sure but she thought he looked like his father. If he did, she could only give gran credit for impeccable taste in men. He was absolutely gorgeous.

"Lilly? I'm so glad to meet you." His voice was deep and sent a shiver down her spine. "Here, let me take your coat."

His hands brushed her shoulders as he took her coat and Lilly swallowed suddenly nervous.

"Thank you. Vidor, wasn't it?"

"Yes, Vidor Farrel. Actually it's Ferenck, but my father changed it to a more English sounding name. Our family comes from Hungary, did you know that?"

Lilly shook her head. "I don't think so, but I got the impression from your first name. Or maybe I had heard about it before."

"Yes, what you heard. That's what I wanted to talk about." Vidor signaled a waiter. "I know my father went to Lillian's funeral, but I don't think he ever got in touch with you or your mother afterwards, did he?"

Lilly nodded, but before she could say something Vidor continued. "Can I say you look stunning? Very sexy."

To her surprise Lilly felt herself blush at the compliment from this man. She had never met him before, he was at least ten years older, probably closer to fifteen and his father had been her grandmother's lover. She would have thought him the last person to raise her interest. But he did.

Despite the odd circumstances she smiled. Perhaps it was something in her genes, but she found Vidor attractive. The dark eyes seemed to see beyond the surface and the silver at his temples gave him a very distinct air. Yes, Lilly thought to herself, he is a fine specimen.

Vidor touched her flushed cheek with a long finger. "You blush. I find that very attractive."

Normally Lilly would be surprised, perhaps even be uncomfortable with a stranger touching her, but from Vidor she accepted it without protest. In fact, she realized she liked his touch on her skin. The arrival of the waiter was a welcome distraction and she was pleased to hear Vidor order a bottle of wine.

"I'm not sure how to begin." Vidor looked at her with a tiny gleam in his eyes. "How long have you known about my father and Lillian? Did she tell you about it? Or your mother?"

Lilly shrugged a bit and shook her head. "Grandma never spoke of your father, at least not to me. I never knew till he turned up at the funeral and my mother told me who he was. I'm sorry. If you wanted to know something about him or their relationship, I'm afraid I can't help you."

"No, no. It's nothing like that. My father told me all I needed to know before he died. I was merely wondering if Lillian had passed on her side of the story too."

The waiter approached their table and after Vidor had tasted and approved, he poured Lilly a glass of deep red wine and a light spicy-bitter smell wafted up from the elegant crystal tumbler. They raised their glasses and Lilly took a healthy drink while Vidor continued.

"My father told me he and Lillian had been having an affair for at least fifteen years. They met after she had been widowed for some years and she refused to remarry. He said it was for the sake of her daughter, your mother. Your mother never approved of him. He thought she resented him for taking the place of her father. Did she ever say anything about that?"

"No." Lilly laughed. "But I can easily understand why she didn't like your father. I seem to remember him vaguely and I think you look like him?" Vidor nodded and Lilly went on. "My mother is a rather conservative person. I'd say your father was much too worldly, too outlandish for her."

"And you? Are we too outlandish for you too?"

Lilly felt her breath caught in her throat as his dark eyes held hers.

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Curious to hear your opinions.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

You've definitely got me interested. I want to find out more about the story of her grandmother and what will happen between her and Vidor.


What exactly are you stuck on?

 

[Dingus Guy]

Bt...

I concur with CM, you got me interested. I can see where it is headed, just from the whole machismo thing going on with Vidor. Nevertheless, it got me interested and the setup with the corset was very sexy. Well done even if it was a little too vampy. Hehe.

 

[Black Tulip]

You've definitely got me interested. I want to find out more about the story of her grandmother and what will happen between her and Vidor.


What exactly are you stuck on?

I have no idea about how I get Vidor from talking to touching.
Aside from that, is it happening to Lilly or should he tell her the garment is bewitched?
It's like a broken film. I have this picture in my head of them in the restaurant, but after that it is a total blank. Nothing.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

I'd say let it happen to her and build from that. Going that way should lead in to him touching her since he *knows* it's bewitched. He can do whatever he wants, and she's powerless to resist.

 

[Dingus Guy]

Perhaps if you just let him use his foot under the table. He could lift her skirt up with his barefoot. Maybe you could have him in shorts and sandals for the summertime? Let it start there. Just like CM suggested, she is powerless to resist. She might try to excuse her suggesting she needed some air, but he follows her and guides her towards the kitchen or coatroom which is empty because of the summer heat. Then go from there.

 

[Dingus Guy]

no one listens to my bad ideas

bump

 

[Black Tulip]

Yes I was. Just very busy with my new job and my own study.

 

[Black Tulip]

Finished the thing at 3936 words. I'll send it off to my editor and will let you know when it will be up.

It has sex in a crowded place, in a way. Hehehe.

 

[Dingus Guy]

Finished the thing at 3936 words. I'll send it off to my editor and will let you know when it will be up.

It has sex in a crowded place, in a way. Hehehe.

Congrats BT.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

So who's making up the next challenge?

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

So who's making up the next challenge?

Looking forward to reading it when it's up BT.

Bumping for the next challenge giver...

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

bumping again...

BT, I think it's your turn to give a challenge...

btw... what happened to summer?

 

[Black Tulip]

Don't know. I thought he had PM'ed Neon or Dingus to say he was playing as well.
Perhaps he's busy with his study or his girl?

My story has been to an editor, but I've asked another writer to have a look at it as well. Should be up some time next week, I hope. I'll let you all know.

Now for a new challenge, hmmm ... have to make a choice here.

Lemme sleep on it. I'll post one tomorrow.

 

[Dingus Guy]

Don't know. I thought he had PM'ed Neon or Dingus to say he was playing as well.
Perhaps he's busy with his study or his girl?

My story has been to an editor, but I've asked another writer to have a look at it as well. Should be up some time next week, I hope. I'll let you all know.

Now for a new challenge, hmmm ... have to make a choice here.

Lemme sleep on it. I'll post one tomorrow.

Summer Morning and Remec both said they would contribute but neither got involved so who knows. Just the 3 of us for now, although I was told we have a lurker waiting for the right challenge. Time will tell. I will waited for BT to post a new one.

 

[neonlyte]

Sorry to be out of things for the moment. I know I've been around the board a lot recently but that's whilst waiting for builders quotes and contracts to be tied down. Building starts Tuesday, I wont be around much for a while.

Take care.

 

[Dingus Guy]

Sorry to be out of things for the moment. I know I've been around the board a lot recently but that's whilst waiting for builders quotes and contracts to be tied down. Building starts Tuesday, I wont be around much for a while.

Take care.

That is ok Neon, just be well, and hope all is good.

 

[Black Tulip]

That's ok, Neon. So long as we know you still love us.

Here's the challenge:

• Category should be mature, as in May-December.

• Make the surroundings suppressing, preferably Victorian, but if you can come up with something else, that's fine too.

• Season should be Spring.

• Incorporate some Easter tradition.

Deadline: Sunday 27 March, Easter!

Have fun.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Oh geez... this one is going to be impossible, lol. Did I mention I suck at period pieces??

 

[Black Tulip]

Well, you can always go for the Bible belt or some place like it. LOL

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[Dingus Guy]

Well, you can always go for the Bible belt or some place like it. LOL

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I am a little lost with this one. Did I tell you I am Jewish and don't celebrate Easter. What do you mean by "Mature, as in May-December"? I also know nothing about the Victorian Era so what do you mean by "suppressing"?