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Dear Diary

Woke up early from a nightmare.
It’s 5.45 and I am all sweaty and crying.
When me and my husband-to-be had only been dating a few months I convinced him to take me to Brazil.
I was a 20 year old oversexual little Swedish girl who was popping Ecstacy like candy, dating this handsome, 20 years older man with a huge cock who seemed to love me. He made a lot of money and was only too happy to fulfill my fantasies. One which was to go to Rio De Janiero wear a really tiny bikini on Copacabana and drink drinks while sexy men and women looked at me.
He bought the tickets and I bought the smallest bikini the internet could find. What my immature and ignorant Ecstacy-imbalanced brain didn’t know was that the water was heavily polluted and the streets were lined with tiny kids sniffing glue and dying.
The hills were covered in Favelas, beautiful and colorful at a distant but soulcrushing and dangerous up close.

I had a complete nervous breakdown the second day. Sobbed for days interspaced by serious panic attacks. That my husband-to-be actually married me after this is a complete miracle, one I will never forget or take for granted. What he saw and experienced on that trip was a complete mess of a human with problems more severe than what he had signed up for.

I show him my gratitude every single day and try to be the best wife, life partner and friend I can be. But it will never be enough considering the pain and hearbreak I’ve caused him and probably still do.

My nightmare reminded me of that trip, and I am still crying now. But anyone that knows me, know I cry all the time.
Even while fucking hubby sometimes.

I need tea. More than one cup.
Need to take my meds.
And in a bit I have to blow my wonderful husband.

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Aaaaaaand some quick answers.

1. Yes I still have the bikini.
2. No I will not post a pic wearing it.
3. The brand is Wicked Weasel
4. I hardly ever wear it, my tits went up a whole cup becoming a mom and well, it’s tiny.
5. No I don’t think it would be good for me going back to Rio to get positive experiences.
 
sister jenny said:
Dear Diary

Woke up early from a nightmare.
It’s 5.45 and I am all sweaty and crying.
When me and my husband-to-be had only been dating a few months I convinced him to take me to Brazil.
I was a 20 year old oversexual little Swedish girl who was popping Ecstacy like candy, dating this handsome, 20 years older man with a huge cock who seemed to love me. He made a lot of money and was only too happy to fulfill my fantasies. One which was to go to Rio De Janiero wear a really tiny bikini on Copacabana and drink drinks while sexy men and women looked at me.
He bought the tickets and I bought the smallest bikini the internet could find. What my immature and ignorant Ecstacy-imbalanced brain didn’t know was that the water was heavily polluted and the streets were lined with tiny kids sniffing glue and dying.
The hills were covered in Favelas, beautiful and colorful at a distant but soulcrushing and dangerous up close.

I had a complete nervous breakdown the second day. Sobbed for days interspaced by serious panic attacks. That my husband-to-be actually married me after this is a complete miracle, one I will never forget or take for granted. What he saw and experienced on that trip was a complete mess of a human with problems more severe than what he had signed up for.

I show him my gratitude every single day and try to be the best wife, life partner and friend I can be. But it will never be enough considering the pain and hearbreak I’ve caused him and probably still do.

My nightmare reminded me of that trip, and I am still crying now. But anyone that knows me, know I cry all the time.
Even while fucking hubby sometimes.

I need tea. More than one cup.
Need to take my meds.
And in a bit I have to blow my wonderful husband.

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A real education of how many live; I have seen it too, so glad to be where I am.
.
 
sister jenny said:
Dear Diary

Woke up early from a nightmare.
It’s 5.45 and I am all sweaty and crying.
When me and my husband-to-be had only been dating a few months I convinced him to take me to Brazil.
I was a 20 year old oversexual little Swedish girl who was popping Ecstacy like candy, dating this handsome, 20 years older man with a huge cock who seemed to love me. He made a lot of money and was only too happy to fulfill my fantasies. One which was to go to Rio De Janiero wear a really tiny bikini on Copacabana and drink drinks while sexy men and women looked at me.
He bought the tickets and I bought the smallest bikini the internet could find. What my immature and ignorant Ecstacy-imbalanced brain didn’t know was that the water was heavily polluted and the streets were lined with tiny kids sniffing glue and dying.
The hills were covered in Favelas, beautiful and colorful at a distant but soulcrushing and dangerous up close.

I had a complete nervous breakdown the second day. Sobbed for days interspaced by serious panic attacks. That my husband-to-be actually married me after this is a complete miracle, one I will never forget or take for granted. What he saw and experienced on that trip was a complete mess of a human with problems more severe than what he had signed up for.

I show him my gratitude every single day and try to be the best wife, life partner and friend I can be. But it will never be enough considering the pain and hearbreak I’ve caused him and probably still do.

My nightmare reminded me of that trip, and I am still crying now. But anyone that knows me, know I cry all the time.
Even while fucking hubby sometimes.

I need tea. More than one cup.
Need to take my meds.
And in a bit I have to blow my wonderful husband.

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I send my biggest, warm virtual hugs 🤗 🤗 🤗 via the Internet for you, @sister jenny

He is a man, your man and he should be strong and good for both of you!

I saw many things and lost beloved ones in my life before I was 22. If it doesn't kill you it makes you stronger!

Yes, he got trauma, it hurts if it has not cured or healed.

If he can share with you his fears, daemons and trauma and you let him vulnerable just for you, but you still can see him as your big, strong protector and love of your life, he will bring and put the ✨ front of your legs.

But if you betray him, tell his weakness to anyone else and/or use it against him, that he will never, ever will forget and will really break his heart!
 
sister jenny said:
Dear Diary

Woke up early from a nightmare.
It’s 5.45 and I am all sweaty and crying.
When me and my husband-to-be had only been dating a few months I convinced him to take me to Brazil.
I was a 20 year old oversexual little Swedish girl who was popping Ecstacy like candy, dating this handsome, 20 years older man with a huge cock who seemed to love me. He made a lot of money and was only too happy to fulfill my fantasies. One which was to go to Rio De Janiero wear a really tiny bikini on Copacabana and drink drinks while sexy men and women looked at me.
He bought the tickets and I bought the smallest bikini the internet could find. What my immature and ignorant Ecstacy-imbalanced brain didn’t know was that the water was heavily polluted and the streets were lined with tiny kids sniffing glue and dying.
The hills were covered in Favelas, beautiful and colorful at a distant but soulcrushing and dangerous up close.

I had a complete nervous breakdown the second day. Sobbed for days interspaced by serious panic attacks. That my husband-to-be actually married me after this is a complete miracle, one I will never forget or take for granted. What he saw and experienced on that trip was a complete mess of a human with problems more severe than what he had signed up for.

I show him my gratitude every single day and try to be the best wife, life partner and friend I can be. But it will never be enough considering the pain and hearbreak I’ve caused him and probably still do.

My nightmare reminded me of that trip, and I am still crying now. But anyone that knows me, know I cry all the time.
Even while fucking hubby sometimes.

I need tea. More than one cup.
Need to take my meds.
And in a bit I have to blow my wonderful husband.

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Getting through bad parts of life with someone who cares deeply for you to share in and help lead you through the pain and struggles is someone with whom to be incredibly thankful for. You are very brave for sharing this as there are dark parts of my life that I haven't shared even here.

I love you. *biggest warmest hugs for a wonderful day*
 
firefox27eros said:
I send my biggest, warm virtual hugs 🤗 🤗 🤗 via the Internet for you, @sister jenny

He is a man, your man and he should be strong and good for both of you!

I saw many things and lost beloved ones in my life before I was 22. If it doesn't kill you it makes you stronger!

Yes, he got trauma, it hurts if it has not cured or healed.

If he can share with you his fears, daemons and trauma and you let him vulnerable just for you, but you still can see him as your big, strong protector and love of your life, he will bring and put the ✨ front of your legs.

But if you betray him, tell his weakness to anyone else and/or use it against him, that he will never, ever will forget and will really break his heart!
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@sister jenny

This is the same but more compact and lyrical:

"If you can’t dance in the rain with me, you will never be with me in the storm and if you aren’t in the storm with me, I don’t need you in the sunshine either." –Mike Chris Park
 
sister jenny said:
Aaaaaaand some quick answers.

1. Yes I still have the bikini.
2. No I will not post a pic wearing it.
3. The brand is Wicked Weasel
4. I hardly ever wear it, my tits went up a whole cup becoming a mom and well, it’s tiny.
5. No I don’t think it would be good for me going back to Rio to get positive experiences.
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Really need to add a 🤗 or 🫂 emote to the "like"
 
EricaAnna said:
Getting through bad parts of life with someone who cares deeply for you to share in and help lead you through the pain and struggles is someone with whom to be incredibly thankful for. You are very brave for sharing this as there are dark parts of my life that I haven't shared even here.

I love you. *biggest warmest hugs for a wonderful day*
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Thank you so much 🙏❤️
 
sister jenny said:
Dear Diary

Woke up early from a nightmare.
It’s 5.45 and I am all sweaty and crying.
When me and my husband-to-be had only been dating a few months I convinced him to take me to Brazil.
I was a 20 year old oversexual little Swedish girl who was popping Ecstacy like candy, dating this handsome, 20 years older man with a huge cock who seemed to love me. He made a lot of money and was only too happy to fulfill my fantasies. One which was to go to Rio De Janiero wear a really tiny bikini on Copacabana and drink drinks while sexy men and women looked at me.
He bought the tickets and I bought the smallest bikini the internet could find. What my immature and ignorant Ecstacy-imbalanced brain didn’t know was that the water was heavily polluted and the streets were lined with tiny kids sniffing glue and dying.
The hills were covered in Favelas, beautiful and colorful at a distant but soulcrushing and dangerous up close.

I had a complete nervous breakdown the second day. Sobbed for days interspaced by serious panic attacks. That my husband-to-be actually married me after this is a complete miracle, one I will never forget or take for granted. What he saw and experienced on that trip was a complete mess of a human with problems more severe than what he had signed up for.

I show him my gratitude every single day and try to be the best wife, life partner and friend I can be. But it will never be enough considering the pain and hearbreak I’ve caused him and probably still do.

My nightmare reminded me of that trip, and I am still crying now. But anyone that knows me, know I cry all the time.
Even while fucking hubby sometimes.

I need tea. More than one cup.
Need to take my meds.
And in a bit I have to blow my wonderful husband.

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We're all deeply flawed, broken people. You aren't alone in that regard. The squalor found in other countries, the abject poverty, and the overall condition others deal with each day are unimaginable to those that haven't seen it.

Take a deep breath, center and focus on the here and now, and on this day in particular, be thankful for the blessings you have and enjoy.

It's okay. You'll be okay. ❤️
 
sister jenny said:
Aaaaaaand some quick answers.

1. Yes I still have the bikini.
2. No I will not post a pic wearing it.
3. The brand is Wicked Weasel
4. I hardly ever wear it, my tits went up a whole cup becoming a mom and well, it’s tiny.
5. No I don’t think it would be good for me going back to Rio to get positive experiences.
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Perhaps something not quite so wicked would be just the thing for you now?
 
Dear Diary

Thanksgiving is over and I am exhausted sore and hungover/still drunk/stoned.
Ate way too much, talked way too much and definitely drank too much.
So much fun hanging out with my little sister again, but being a European not sure Thanksgiving is my kinda holiday 😱
Turkey is ok, stuffing is fun, but all the sweet pies? Definitely not my thing. I stuck to red wine and weed, haha.
Just got out of the shower, hard to get all the cum out if my hair and different holes. Managed to get some down my throat too, ten times better than pecan pie LOL.
I love a good, long, rough holiday fuck! But I am going to be sore tomorrow. And hung over.

Worth it!


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Don’t type and drink they say.
Well I’m not drinking now LOL so it must be ok.
Fuck, I need to sleep instead of being here. Got a long day of hungoverness tomorrw. And regret of typing while under the influence. Gonna be lots of shame 😱
So who else needs some pussy? I can be your Thanksgiving slut ❤️❤️❤️
Just come to Minneapolis before I pass out haha. Nah, I’ll leave the door unlocked you can just do me while sleeping.
Just dont wake the family.


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Ok, very embarrassed.
I’m so sorry everyone 😱 I obviously need to put a breathalyzer on my phone.

Also, very hungover.
Gonna take my meds and move to the sofa for some braindead TV and a litre or two of juice. Maybe some toast too.

Yeah, yeah, I need to wake hubby too. But I’m just gonna get pissed at him because he never gets hungover.

Again, so fucking embarrassed. And so sorry.
But as a part of torturing myself and trying to stay honest and open here I will not erase my posts.
(but my fingers are itching to)View attachment 2434986
 
Why be embarrassed? Did you have fun? Anyone damaged (hickies don’t count!)? If you had fun & are without significant damage, enjoy the memory & wade thru the hangover. There’ll be more opportunities for fun soon!
 
sister jenny said:
Ok, very embarrassed.
I’m so sorry everyone 😱 I obviously need to put a breathalyzer on my phone.

Also, very hungover.
Gonna take my meds and move to the sofa for some braindead TV and a litre or two of juice. Maybe some toast too.

Yeah, yeah, I need to wake hubby too. But I’m just gonna get pissed at him because he never gets hungover.

Again, so fucking embarrassed. And so sorry.
But as a part of torturing myself and trying to stay honest and open here I will not erase my posts.
(but my fingers are itching to)View attachment 2434986
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What's there to be embarrassed of? The admission of having cum in all your holes? 😋 Or the invitation for all of us to run a train on you? 😍🤣

Nothing to be sorry for that's for sure!!
 
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