The Diary Entries

Never again.

Well it has been some time since I last done a diary entry. Lets just say I've had to deal with pranks and a horny pest of a husband. 

Speaking of which, Kakarot and I like to be more adventurous in the bedroom. Now, one evening we asked my in laws if they could babysit for us. We try to find time for some undisturbed sex, which is difficult when you have children. Kakarot had excited me as he explained he had a surprise for me, he wouldn't tell me what it was other than I was going to enjoy it. So, as we got each other aroused he blind folded me and had me lean over the bed. There was no asking me twice, I was looking forward to whatever great pleasurable surprise he had for me. He mumbled something about banana split which I had no idea what he was on about. I felt something cold and hard invade my insides, it was a peculiar feeling and not going to lie — I did enjoy it.  It was a little uncomfortable and didn't feel as hard as what I'm used to feeling. I felt another cold soft intrusion enter inside me, pushing the other already inside me... deeper. This is where I began to panic, it didn't feel like anything I've felt before. I heard the dreaded 'oops' with a nervous laughter that soon followed. I removed the blindfold and turned to look at the panic set on my husbands face. The conversation went as follows:

"Kakarot, what did you shove up my ass?!"

He gulped and smiled at me, "promise you won't be mad?"

Promise I won't go mad? This bastard has invaded my insides with unknown objects that I can feel deep inside me. In fact, I felt that urge to you know— excrete.

"We will continue this after I've gone to the bathroom," I very calmly spoke and done my best to walk normal to our bathroom.

What a very odd sensation it was, I found out what it was that was shoved inside of me without going into graphic detail— let's just say a whole banana with a half banana followed after had left my body.

It took an hour for the remainder to leave my body.

Never will we be playing with food in the bedroom again, I can't look at bananas the same way. Unfortunately our youngest loves mashed banana as a snack, I have to leave the room whenever he eats it.