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Okay, I know at the end of my last entry I said I was going to pick up where I left off, but I changed my mind. That continuation is probably going to be a long one and, since people keep asking me to post more often, I thought I’d write up a shorter one first. So I’m going to skip the continuation for now and write about one that I promised earlier: Trish.

I also want to thank again everyone who’s been enjoying my journal entries and has taken the time to write and say so. I really appreciate all the positive feedback. It really makes the time and effort that goes into my journal worthwhile. Again, I’d especially like to thank the ladies for taking the time to share their perspectives with me. Always interesting to hear how things are from your point of view. Thanks all. AM Continue reading »

CHAPTER ONE

Alex awoke slowly from his dream and rolled towards his nightstand. He already knew what time it would say. 12.01am. The dream always woke him at this time and then seemed to disappear, leaving him with only the vaguest recollection of its presence. Impressions mainly. A hint of emotion. An elusive caress. He never saw any physical images in this dream, but the feelings it gave brought about a growing awareness in him; an awareness of himself and his life. He was learning very fast that neither looked as good as he was always led - or allowed himself - to believe. But the dream was different this time. When Alex woke, it was to the scent of freesias. The dream left him this before scuttling back into his subconscious or where ever else it dwelled during his waking hours. Continue reading »

Introduction

My name is Nicole and I’m 22 years old. I’m 5′6″ with light blonde hair, I weigh 110 lbs, my measurements are 32D-24-34. I’ve always been considered “hot”, and I definitely find myself attractive. I’m bisexual; I’ve had many a sexual encounter with both men and women. My primary fetishes are big cocks, huge cumshots and squirting pussies.

One night I was in bed, covers thrown off, completely naked, my biggest vibrator twisting deep inside my pussy while I watched a hot porn movie. It was the last scene, a big-breasted brunette taking massive cumshots from three huge cocks. They showed the guy’s face and he had this lucid look of overwhelming joy and release as he sprayed the girl’s full tits with his thick load. I’ve had orgasms so hard that I’ve sprayed cum everywhere before, but I’ve never made that face. As I rolled over to go to sleep, I found myself wondering what it would be like to be a big-dicked man dousing a sexy slut in hot cum… Continue reading »

“Dedicated to my next door neighbor, who inspired this with her own late night ‘activities’…”

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The sound of her door slamming woke me. Or at least I think that was it…it could have been her barreling up the stairs at one o’clock in the morning. I’m not really sure. In any case, it doesn’t really matter…what matters is that where I had been sleeping, I was now awake.

But I’m a reasonable fellow, and the hazards of life in the city are such that neighbors slam doors. So I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. Continue reading »

“This story represents the fantasies I entertain myself with at night, or during slow points in my day. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them…”

Being single sucks. At least, being single after years of marriage sucks. Being newly divorced, having no clue how to handle the dating scene after so many years on the sidelines, it all sucks. Having friends that think they know just the right person for you, and can’t wait to set the two of you up…even worse. I went through all of those things after my wife left me for another man. The only bonus is, my wife was a highly successful attorney, and my divorce lawyer took hers to the cleaners. He was able to prove she’d been cheating for months, and found several hundred thousand dollars of community property she was hiding, in an attempt to screw me over one last time. I walked away with our house, the nice cars, and alimony in the high five-figure range every month. Not ever having to worry about work again was a wonderful thing, but it left me way too much free time to think about how being single sucks. Continue reading »

“Be back…” Hmm, I waited a moment and started to play the night out in my head, if everything turned out for the best, it would be a very long night.

“Tomorrow.” I finished up the note with, “Have fun,” and placed it on the desk. I smiled at the thought of Nick actually being in the same room with a girl on a matter that wasn’t school related. But I wasn’t going to sit and think about my roommate’s night when I had my own ahead of me. I was psyched I was going to get to go out with Brittney. I had seen Brittney around the school earlier before, and like any other man who had seen her, the thought of “hitting it,” for lack of a better term was the first to pop into my head. I had felt a little apprehensive at the thought of asking her out at first. Although a couple of weeks had passed since Erika and I had split up after we both realized we were just using each other to get over our old relationships and thought we had fallen in love. Continue reading »

A cloudless azure sky greeted Britt as she strolled across the neatly manicured lawn. Her sun lounge stood beside the swimming pool, sheltering the icebox, in which was placed a magnum of chilled champagne. Removing her short silk robe, and revealing her naked body, she admired the well-kept gardens, while reaching into a nearby locker for the coconut oil. Britt loved nude sunbathing; her athletic figure, coupled with a deep tan, could easily have graced the center pages of any “girlie” magazine. Warming the oil in her hands, she closed her eyes, and flicked back her shoulder length blonde hair. Her body was hers to enjoy, each nerve tingling as she rubbed the oil onto her shoulders, her arms, her breasts; all felt so sensual. Massaging over her taut belly, and back up to the hardened nipples, that cried for attention. A soft sigh escaped from her lips, as she gently squeezed each nipple, a deep yearning growing within her. Continue reading »

When she finally returned to her room, Rosy took one look at her and asked, “And what have you been doing today?”

Falling onto her bed, she sighed, “What haven’t I done today?” She closed her eyes, with a smile. “Oh, Rosy, I have been so very wicked,” she said with a laugh.

“Oh, really,” her friend scoffed.

Looking over at the other girl, Suzanna admitted, “I had sex with three men tonight, all at the same time!”

Not believing her, Rosy again scoffed, “You did not!”

“It’s true. Lord Worthington returned from his club with two friends. They had been drinking and before I knew it, I was naked on his bed with the three of them.” With a giggle, she added, “And I was blindfolded.” Continue reading »

“[Disclaimer: All characters in this are a work of fiction. This one could have gone under mature as well, but I opted for group sex. As always, practice safe sex people. ]”

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I was divorced after nearly twenty years of marriage. It was an old story. College sweethearts marry. Husband wants to be a doctor so wife drops out of college to work and put him through med school, then quits when hubby becomes a doctor. After twenty years, hubby hits midlife crisis and decides the only way he can rediscover his youth is to trade in his forty for a couple of twenties. Unfortunately for him, he couldn’t keep his dick out of the nurse he had been screwing during the divorce proceedings, and the private investigator my attorney hired had the pictures to prove it. The judge sided with me, and I won the house, car, and nice, big alimony payments that meant I wouldn’t have to go back to work. About the only thing I didn’t win was happiness. Continue reading »

Sara came home from work late, tired and cranky. It had been a long day at the end of a long week, and her feet hurt as she kicked off her shoes at the door and slumped into her favorite chair, her briefcase dropped at her side.

Jeff, her husband, saw her sitting there from the kitchen. “Rough day?” He asked.

“I don’t even want to talk about it.” She said. Both in their 30’s, they had only been married a few years. But they got along well and shared similar tastes where it really mattered. Continue reading »