Violence Stories

Dear Diary 1977

Emily Wendling

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Feb 17, 2026

Updated Jul 10, 2026

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My eyes watered, tears mixing with the drool, streaming down my face as I was face fucked into oblivion, the sound of my gagging and screaming the only music in the dark room. The assault was so intense, so overwhelming, that my body began to rebel. It was not just saliva. It was a physical expulsion of fluids triggered by the sheer thickness of the intrusion. I gagged, a convulsive heave that had no escape route, and it came out in a thick, clear stream of mucus. It coated the veiny shaft in one long, viscous string, slickening it even more as he pounded into me.