Princess Diaries 04 Bell
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The hot shower felt amazing, as she knew it would. So Ariel took her time under the hot spray, probably too much time, since she walked out of the bathroom into her dark bedroom.
“Guys?” she whispered. “Who sleeps at a sleepover? Seriously.”
“Yeah, come to bed, Ariel,” said Bell. “Cindy has early practice and I have work and it’s late.”
Ariel let her eyes adjust to the dark until she could see who lay where. Cindy and Jasmine lay on either side of Bell, who seemed to be lying favoring Cindy’s side of the bed, leaving room for Ariel next to Jasmine. The naked redhead crawled under the covers over her friend’s naked body to get between Jasmine and Bell. She snuggling close up against Jasmine’s lush warm body. Jasmine in turn spooned Ariel, bringing an arm around to cup a full breast.
“Night,” whispered Bell.
Jasmine signed. Cindy said nothing, so Ariel assumed the blonde slumbered.
“I want to hear about your auction,” Ariel whispered.
“Maybe later, Ariel, I’m tired.”
“Now, Bell. I did... what you asked.”
“Ariel fucked her brother,” sang Cindy. The bitch wasn’t sleeping.
“Step, brother!” Ariel retorted, but then she added herself. “But Cindy’s right Bell, you made me fuck my brother!”
“Heh,” said Bell, “admit it you loved it.”
“No,” lied Ariel. She had, and she’s loved watching the video of her young mother getting gangbanged while Eric deflowered her, too. “It’s disgusting."
“Ariel,” said Bell, her voice deep and calm, “you’re a slut and we all know it. You had enough cum on you for a troop of men, so don’t lie.”
“Hrmph,” said Ariel. Her nipples hardened. Jasmine seemed to noticed, she rubbed the fingers of the hand cupping Ariel’s breast across her nipple, forcing the redhead to suppress if sigh.
“Come on, Bell,” said Jasmine. Ariel felt Jasmine’s right arm snake down between them to cup her sex from behind in what must have been an uncomfortable position for her. Jasmine’s hand wiggled a bit to wedge her fingers further between Ariel’s legs form behind, until she had a finger on either side of her labia and one going up the center, directly on Ariel’s clit. She giggled, “tell us a bedtime story. Ariel need’s a slutty lullaby.”
“Mhhm,” Ariel mumbled, biting a lip to prevent everyone from knowing how much Jasmine’s hands were playing her. She wondered how much of the flood of liquid gushing from her pussy onto Jasmine’s fingers was her step brother’s cum.
Bell grumbled.
“All she wants is the gory details,” pleaded Jasmine, sweetly.
“The first thing you have to know is… I am a the whore,” said Bell.
“I new it,” murmured Cindy.
“Stick a cock in it Cindy,” said Bell. “What I mean is. I ‘Bell’, am not a whore. Bell’s the nice, well dressed, somewhat popular high school girl who loves her three best friends and studies a bit too much. No one in their right mind would accuse a girl like Bell of being forward, much less a high class hooker.”
Ariel found it odd to hear Bell talking about herself in the third person. But she didn’t comment and interrupt Bell’s story.
“A girl named Alanna is the whore and I made her up with some help from John. That’s what this story is really about.” Bell stopped talking, either thinking or waiting for a response.
“Okay,” whispered Ariel, when she realized Bell wouldn’t say more. “Tell me about it.”
“Right, I’d been set up as much as Harold had. I’d agreed to be a whore for revenge on a hateful man and also to save myself, but John had set the trap for me as much as for Harold. I knew it, and I should have been furious. Looking at it pragmatically, though, I realized I had a plan to get control of my life, fucking my way to solvency.”
“John had his own plans, in the meantime. Starting with auctioning off my cherry…”
Bell is Groomed
“You really screwed me,” I said to John. He couldn’t hide a smug smile. I was still sprawled all over his desk, bare assed naked and absentmindedly rubbing my empty pussy. I wanted more. My pussy ached and cramped in need. “The least you could do is fuck me properly.”
“And waste an opportunity like this?” said John. He slapped my ass again. “Up! There’s business to do.”
“We just did business,” I complained. I couldn’t believe how casual I was being, given the circumstance. Or how horny.
He slapped my ass again, in finality. Reluctantly I collected myself. Standing up, I became acutely aware of my nudity. Also cum dripped out onto my thighs, tickling me. I stood, exposed and sticky, while Bete wore clothes like armor. I made a bee-line for my discarded dress and underwear.
“Hand those to me,” said John. Reluctantly I put the dress, bra, and panties in his big hand. They were my only protection. John pulled a bin from under the desk and dropped them in. “You won’t need clothes for a while. And nothing that out of date will do.”
Before I could protest, John punched speed dial on the desk speaker phone.
Ring, ring.
A woman answered. Nicolette I discovered. John told Nicolette he had a new ‘recruit’. I was special, he said, because... hymen. The two casually discussed a schedule for auctioning me off while I listened in shock.
This is real, said a little voice in my head. Another added, should have asked for more money.
“Yer auctioning me?” I interrupted. They stopped talking. He favored me with a patient smile, like I’d just gotten off the short bus. I put the best face on it I could and voice my inner thoughts, “I should have asked for more.”
“We’ll make out well, Bell, you get a cut.”
I had nothing to say to that. Nicolette and John were fair pimps, at least.
“Tell her, Nicolette. She’s a gorgeous sixteen year old with a tight little ass and tits for days,” said John to the speaker. I blushed shyly at his praise. I noticed again, how empty my pussy felt.
“We can’t let them know you’re sixteen. Officially. But we’ll make it clear. You’re worth a bundle,” spoke the woman, then she added, “if you can handle it.”
“She’s a real fuck bunny,” answered John. “Got a bit of a jungle between the legs, though. You’ll have to fix that.”
I won’t get into the rest of what they talked about. John wrapped it up by agreeing to meet later. He disconnected and punched another button, calling in Curly. The bald muscular doorman appeared so promptly I jumped. With a squeak, I folded up instinctively, taking cover behind my arms and hands.
“Stop that, Bell,” John said. He came around the desk and put his hand under my chin, pulling me up until my spine was straight and I almost needed to tip toe despite the heels I still wore. “Get comfortable in your new role. You’re a prize. Anyone who sees you like this should feel privileged. And their wallet should be lighter.”
“It’s… bizarre,” I said. I didn’t mind being nude, or fucking John. I expected I should mind, though. I should have felt embarrassed, or shy. I’d acted that way just then in front of Curly. But it was habit, or social expectation, not any real shyness on my part. “I guess it’s ok.”
“It’s your natural state,” he said. “Think of yourself as a panther in a menagerie. Panthers aren’t awkward or shy, even when they’re on display for the crowd.”
“A panther has fur,” I stated.
“So do you,” John said, pointedly looking down below my bellybutton. My curly pubes! I blushed, at that more than anything.
His jibe set me at ease. Harold usually threatened or forced me to do to what he wanted. John charmed and reasoned to convince. Harold always felt more like a boss than a father to me. I’d just learned how accurate that feeling was. Harold wasn’t a father, not mine, anyway. In many respects, I’d been his employee, doing drudge work and playing daughter unwittingly. I had a new, better boss in John. I didn’t need to fear him. A great weight lifted off my shoulders. I exhaled pent up tension.
“Okay,” I said.
“Great,” John smiled. “I think of it as a customer facing job without clothes.”
He stepped back to address Curly. Now both men had full view of me. I concentrated on breathing: inhale then exhale, once more, and again.
“Curly, meet Bell. She’s agreed to work for us until she goes off to college.” Judging by his nonchalance, Curly didn’t seem to think it odd to find a nude freshly sodomized highschool girl in his boss’s office. “She’s coltish as you saw just now. She’s on the outs with her family, too. So she’ll be staying with us for now. Show her the guest room. While you’re at it, give her a tour of the house and introduce the staff. Inform them her services are available on breaks if she’s not otherwise occupied. Her pussy is strictly off limits, but anything else goes.”
Wrapping my head around being ‘available’ for anyone’s sexual whim took effort. The implications of agreeing to ‘do whatever John asked’ had been abstract until that moment. I would be the staff’s fuck toy. This was all moving so fast. I wondered how many staff there were.
When I didn’t protest. He added, “Make sure she joins me for dinner.”
“Um. I have school Monday. I don’t have a car, my homework, or clothes,” I said, trying to stall while I got my feet back under me.
“We’ll take care of it, as well as the title change, an auction, and all the rest. Let me manage the logistics, you work on being a good whore,” he said, somehow without any note of condensation. “Now if you’ll excuse me...”
“Wait, wait,” I said, finally able to push back. “I need that house in my name before I fuck anyone else. That was the deal!”
“Bell, it’s going to take a miracle to get the title switched in time for the auction, but I’ll get it done. In the meantime you need a lot of preparation and training. That’s one reason you’re nude right now, to get used to being naked but not vulnerable in front of strangers. We have an auction Friday after next, do you really want to go into a stranger’s bed all bushy and skittish?”
“But, if I’m working here…”
“You’re in training. I thought I made that clear.”
I’d angered him. John’s anger didn’t promise violence like Harold’s did, so I almost didn’t recognise it. Harold usually communicated anger with a slap or shout.
I nodded agreement.
“What’s the other reason?” I asked. When it was clear he didn’t understand the question, I added, “that I’m not wearing clothes… what’s the oth-”
“Because I like it,” he said. With a wink, John went back through the bookshelf door, closing it behind him. Curly waved an arm toward the door.
“Naked ladies first, I guess,” I said. I swallowed down my fear and walked out into the vestibule. A shiver ran down my back. This was real, even if it felt surreal. Without having to ask, John showed me to the bathroom just down the hall so I could clean up.
“Thank you,” I said when I got out, feeling clean, if still exposed. I couldn’t imaging walking around with cum dripping down my legs.
“We’ll start with the grounds,” said Curly, heading for the front door.
Shit, I thought. Even in the dark, someone might still see me.
The cold ocean breeze robbed me of my breath. I could feel my skin tighten and my nipples harden from the misty cold air. Curly removed his jacket and put it over my shoulders.
“Thanks,” I said. As I hunched up and closed it around me, I noticed Curly wore two shoulder holsters with pistols. “Nice guns.”
With a clownish grin, Curly flexed his arms showing off his massive biceps. I snorted at his wordless pun. I wanted to hug him, for being so considerate.
The three story, twenty-three room mission style ‘house’ sat on a long rectangular acre, nestled between two taller houses overlooking a steep sea side cliff. It had two pools, a pool house, a gym, a library, a theater, and a small greenhouse.
After touring the gardens and pool house overlooking the stairs down the titular sea cliff, we reentered the house via the attached greenhouse. Curly put his jacket back on after I handed it to him. I could see he liked having his pistols concealed. I couldn’t help feel the same way about my breasts, even in the steamy room.
Mitch, the part time gardener, was a weather worn white haired Japanese looking man with an incongruous British accent. He seemed more than a bit uncomfortable seeing me nude and made a point to mention his wife conversationally to Curly, politely letting me know he wouldn’t want me services.
I’d always been so shy and reserved. Circumstance now forced opposite behavior, which made me uncomfortable, but it did the same to Mitch. I found myself enjoying Mitch’s discomfort. Nudity had a kind of power over others as well as a liberating effect on me.
Maybe this could be a fun experience and not just a means to an end, I thought.
We reentered the house by the kitchen where I met the cook, a plump, frenetic mousy haired brunette in her thirties who introduced herself as Jinny. She told us food would be ready in a half hour and that her next break came after dinner. She wagged her eyebrows at me, Groucho style, so I couldn’t miss her meaning.
I’ll be fucking women, too, I realized.
The first two floors had all of the interesting rooms, like the library, which spanned between the first and second floors and doubled as John’s actual office, complete with a messy desk. All sleeping rooms for guests and staff who stayed on premises were on the top floor. Doors to the occupied rooms, including John’s mastersuite, were locked. My room had its own bath and a sideways view of the pool and ocean beyond it.
“Oh. There’s a deadbolt,” I said on our way out. There was no key hole, only the throw bolt on the inside. “There’s a lot of that here.”
“A lot of what? Deadbolts?” asked Curly.
“Indirectness,” I clarified. “My room is equipped with a deadbolt and it’s one sided, so the guest knows she’s safe. John didn’t order me to fuck anyone, he gave you orders to allow it. Jinny and Mitch both let me know how they felt about ‘receiving services’ without saying anything directly...”
Curly watched me with a deliberately serious look. Obviously agreeing with me, but interrupting my train of thoughts. He didn’t look away. The big man liked to speak without words, so he was telling me something. I’d made John mad, earlier.
“...and I fucked up down in the office, didn’t I?” I asked. He smiled faintly, waiting for more. “That’s why John got mad. I mistook job training for work. We’d already agreed I wouldn’t work until I had the title, so bringing it up again was... insulting.”
“Redundant, not insulting. Hiring stupid people hurts business. People who can’t keep up, don’t last long here,” said the big man. I felt a perverse pride that he thought I would keep up. “Come on, I’ll show you the basement. There’s a lap pool and a gym, you’ll want to start swimming or working out.”
“Wow, is that an indirect way of saying I’m fat?”
“You’re fine,” Curly said, then he flexed one hand into a fist so I could see the fabric of his suit tighten around his muscles. “You lack tone is all. And being in shape is pretty important in your line of work.”
“So I guess I have to watch my weight?” I asked.
“More shape than weight, actually,” he said, surprising me. “You’ll be popular, so you’ll need good cardio.”
“Popular?”
“Very popular,” he said. “You’re fine looking, stacked, and young.”
“So you think I’m fine,” I smiled. I pointed to my bed, “my services are available.”
Curly turned toward the stairs, an obvious refusal. I followed him, a bit miffed I wasn’t fine enough.
The basement consistent mostly of one long room with a pool in it, neatly decorated in art nouveau tiles, all deep blues and greens. The gym was just down the hall, across from a security monitoring station. There were two well armed guards at the station, both black and very toned, watching ten or more flat screens. Like Jinny, Bill and Darren acted as if nude women walked around the place all the time. Maybe they did. Then again, they’d probably seen me on camera.
Darren gave me a rundown of security. Bo-ring. A clipboard with personnel schedules on it caught my attention more than any gadget or gun. It listed everyone’s breaks and shift changes, which made things easier if I wanted to hide from the staff. Or if I wanted to catch them on break.
“Indirect,” I said, pointing to the schedule.
Curly smiled. Darren and Bill didn’t get it. So I made it clearer.
“Darren, I see you have a dinner break at nine.”
Derrin’s eyes lit up. “I usually eat in the poolhouse… nice view.”
“Got it in one,” I said. Darren was a good looking man, an easier assignment than Jinny for no other reason than his sex. I had no idea how I would fuck a girl, but I got the feeling Darren would to most of the work.
“Time for dinner,” Curly said, as we left the guards.
“I just made an appointment to fuck someone,” I said.
“It won’t be the last.”
“How about you, Curly? When do you get a break?”
“I don’t.”
“You never get off?” I asked, coyly.
Look at me, making sex puns, I thought.
He smiled but otherwise kept walking. I got the feeling Curly enjoyed being teased. He dropped me off at the dining room, where John and a beautiful stylish redhead were already seated.
“She’s nude? That’s a bit gratuitous, John,” said the redhead. I recognised her voice from the earlier call.
“She’s in training,” he shrugged. “And if I can’t fuck her…”
John introduced Nicolette, his partner, the manager of Lilith, and my other boss. Immediately she laid into John on my behalf. I was too young, now that she could see me. She had other complaints as well, which she listed rapid fire. I didn’t like the bitch defending me like a child, trying to dissuade John. I could defend myself and I needed the job.
“Nicolette,” I interrupted her, “I decide what’s good for me.”
“Oh yeah?”
I took a seat at the dinner table as calmly as I could. It was odd to be naked in that setting, but not uncomfortable. The meeting people on tour and knowing the guys in security could, even now see me, made it all seem more normal. Weird. John had said I would need time to adjust, but I felt centered, already. And a bit mad at this women. Maybe I didn’t need much time. Maybe I was just a rabid exhibitionist. Or maybe I didn’t appreciate the bitch queering my deal with John.
“I got these pretty early,” I said, cupping the underside of each breast in a hand and holding them up like loaves of bread. “Most men and even some women ogle me. Someone creeps on me at least once a day. I usually bundle up and hide myself. But not today. I’ve been walking around naked in plain view. Everyone ogled my tits but no one got creepy about it.”
I kept pushing my breasts up until they slipped out of my hands and bounced back down to their normal position. I shot my arms up like I was reaching for a yawm and arched my back into a feline stretch that I knew accentuated my bust.
“It’s been liberating,” I yawned.
“Right,” she drawled, unimpressed.
“Believe me, I’m better off now than I was this morning. I found out Harold, the guy who raised me, isn’t my father. He tried to sell me, ok? I have control of my life now.”
“You’ve got a real bra burning feminist here, John,” said Nicolette, arching an eyebrow. “You’re not in control if you don’t decide who you fuck. John’s got you walking around naked. What else has he asked?”
I blushed and looked away, past John.
“She agreed to do anything we asked with the usual safety and discretion clause,” he offered.
“And you asked…?”
“He fucked my ass,” I blurted, just to be outrageous. Then more softly I added, “To see how committed I was. I enjoyed it.”
“Uhuh,” she said. Now Nicolette focused a stream of questions at me. I fought surprisingly hard to convince her I’d be an industrious whore.
What a weird day, I thought as we argued. I couldn’t help but feel a bit proud of how well I stood my ground.
“Well, fine. Welcome to the team,” she said. What a bitch.
The subject switched abruptly to the business at hand: preparation for my impending auction and ongoing career as a whore. There was more to it than I imagined.
It’s impossible to spill gravy on your blouse if you’re not wearing one. This is just one advantage of eating in the buff, I found. Another is how conversation stops when a naked girl scoops a drip of gravy off her tit with one finger, puts the digit in her mouth, and sucks on it like a little cock.
“She’ll do fine,” the redhead said, seeing that.
“Told you,” said John.
From then on I made a point of being a messy eater just to fuck with my new bosses. They had other business after dinner, so I went into the kitchen to thank Jinny for such a nice beef stroganoff. The cook had just finished up her own meal.
“O good, just in time for dessert. Hop up here.”
I did as she asked and hopped up onto the counter, nervously. Jinny lay me down so she could make me dessert. Ha, ha.
She started by eating honey off my nipples. Her rough tongue and tugging suction drove me wild. I moaned openly. After that she whipped up some cream right in front of me. She applied a dollop on my mouth, which she kissed off me. Then one in the hollow of my neck, which was almost unbearably stimulating. Eventually she worked down to my pussy. I hit climax when her cold spoon hit my clit, and then kept on coming as she licked cream out of my ‘jungle’. Jinny didn’t seem to mind a bushy girl.
“Mm, delicious,” she said, finally. I sat up as she began putting away dishes.
“Don’t you want…?”
“Oh no, Sugar Tits. I got exactly what I wanted. You’re the tastiest piece of pie I’ve had in awhile.”
I laughed. She handed me a streamed washcloth which I used to un-sticky myself.
Darren walked into the kitchen soon after. He waved hello to us as he grabbed a paper bag out of the fridge, then walked out smiling at me. No pressure then, I could go ‘take a break’ with him or not.
The poolhouse precariously overlooked the cliff, quite far from the main house. I ran as fast as I could, but still got cold. As I stood inside the doorway shivering, I could hear a shower running. I walked into the next room to find Darren under the wet spray, soaped up.
“Hey.”
“Hey, yourself,” he said. He turned a knob to turn on another showerhead. “Water’s hot if you’re cold.”
“Freezing,” I said. I walked under the hot spray, “Ah!”
“Nice, right? I like getting refreshed on break,” he said, nervously. He hadn’t touched me yet. “Ah, you okay doin’ all this?”
I nodded.
“So what are you up for?”
“What did you have in mind?” I shrugged.
“Well, titty fucking pops right out there. Not sure why, though.”
A smart ass, then.
He still hadn’t touched me or really moved into my personal space. I grabbed his hand gently and placed it on my left breast. Unlike with John and Jinny, I actively initiated it this time. A shiver unrelated to the cold ran down my back. I’d agreed to be a whore, now here I was.
He didn’t need my help with the other hand. Darren looked like a boy at christmas, squeezing me gently and rubbing my nipples. It felt okay, not as good as Jinny’s mouth. I moaned to encourage him.
“Does this feel good?” I grabbed his soapy cock and stroked it gently. “I really don’t know what I’m going.”
“Yeah, baby, it does. But, why don’t you sit down there?”
We tried tit fucking with me sitting up. That got awkward, so I lay back and squeezed my breasts together while he straddled me and the bench. That position didn’t help, either. I let my breasts go. Who knew tit fucking could be so hard to do?
“How ‘bout a blowjob?” His cock was right there in front of my face.
“How ‘bout I fuck you in the ass.”
“Okay.”
“Really?”
“Well, if you’re gentle and soapy…”
He shot right up to get more soap. I got on my hands on knees on the bench. I felt his hand on my hip and pressure against my asshole.
“God, you got a cute little ass pucker.”
“Thanks.”
I guess? What a weird thing to call pretty, I thought.
Darren’s cock slid in much easier than John’s had, but wasn’t as stimulating. I didn’t have the additional benefit of an audience, or revenge to heat things up, either. I could tell I wouldn’t be coming, so like a good whore would, I worked on getting Darren off by squeezing his thrusting cock and moaning in time to his rhythm. He moaned his appreciation and came in my ass.
He thanked me and left me to clean myself up. I pulled the bench under the shower and lay under the hot spray, mastrubating to my own climax.
John, Curly, and Nicolette all left together before I got back to the house. I binge watched a few episodes of House of Cards, Season 2 and went to bed.
Back in Ariel’s Room
“When are you getting to the auction,” whispered Ariel.
“You wanted the ‘gory details’ didn’t you, Ariel?” replied Bell.
“I do too, now,” said Cindy.
“Me three,” Jasmine said quietly. She knew exactly how turned on Ariel was, with her hand on the redhead’s pussy, but Ariel found it exciting to know Jasmine liked the story, too. She reached a hand back to caress Jasmine’s hip and ass.
“Fuck, I really want to get some sleep,” said Bell.
“Tell us,” pleaded Jasmine, softly.
She could get anyone to do anything, thought Ariel. Ariel rolled a bit and parted her legs, giving her friend access. One of Jasmine’s fingers on Ariel’s pussy, pushed inside her. Ariel suppressed a moan.
“Fine,” said Bell, “you’re turned on?”
“Yes,” her three friends admitted.
“On with the gory details then…”
(to be continued in part 7)
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The Dogging Diaries Diary Entry: July, 2009 "Guys, guys, guys! Settle down. This girl will open her legs for the whole room. As long as you're treating her well and keeping her as the center of attention, she's yours to do with as you please. Just make sure you don't treat her too well." The room laughed. "You can fuck her, cum on her, cum in her, slap her, spank her, she's fucking hot and she will go all night if you can." I could hear Ryan getting the crowd of guys...
Third in a series of reader questions with Alexandra Moore, author of The Dogging Diaries: Q. You seem to have quite a fashion sense when you were dressing to play. You were pretty detailed with what you wore for the events mentioned. Surely there must have been more about your thoughts on sexy fashion. Your fashion ideas may be valuable to other t-girls. Can you share your recommendations on what worked (clothes, makeup, shoes) for you? A. Great question. How much time do you...
The woods held a special place in her heart. Since she was little, she could feel it calling out to her. Like someone constantly calling her name. There was a siren song to it that drew her thoughts back to the woods all the time. These tall, majestic oaks surrounded their little village, like stalwart protectors that held the wilderness at bay. An unmoving wall of trees that would stumble even the strongest army. Unfortunately, not many in her village shared her outlook. To them the woods...
The Dogging Diaries Diary Entry: July, 2009 "Guys, guys, guys! Settle down. Now listen. This girl will open her legs for the whole room, so you're all getting laid tonight. As long as you're treating her well and keeping her as the center of attention, she's all yours to do with as you please. Just make sure you don't treat her too well." The room laughed. "You can fuck her, cum on her, cum in her, slap her, spank her, she's fucking hot and she will go all night if you...
Part 2 of a series of questions and answers with Alexandra Moore, author of The Dogging Diaries. These questions cover parts 3 and 4 of the diaries. Again, thanks to Matt for putting the questions together. Away we go ... 1. You obviously had some deep struggles. How close did you come in 2007 to giving the dream of being a girl? How were you able to get past the stress and doubt? Do you have any recommendations for those who might be in that situation now? The answer lies...
What follows is an extract from the diaries of my French grandfather who died after a long, full, amorous life at the age of 90 in 1992. He willed the diaries to me his youngest grandchild because I had followed in his footsteps as a journalist. The diaries are full of erotic encounters and I hope to publish more extracts in due course. This is a fairly typical one. I realize that the style may seem quaint at such a remove in time but as the extract deals with age-old themes I do not think...
I have been writing a diary since I was a young boy; every day, I write in my journal explaining what I have achieved or just a random thought for the day. I always do the entries within thirty-six hours, no matter where I am. I never miss an entry. I have been writing them since I was ten years old, sometimes I would go to the big box under my bed where I stored the diaries & read through some of the c***dhood dilemmas I was having at the time. I put everything in those journals. Things...
Bell’s three best friends sat silently the whole time, wrapped up in her sordid confession. Now, at its end, they stared at each other, waiting for someone to speak. No one seemed to know what to say.She couldn’t blame them. She, Belladonna, their life long friend, a whore and a deceiver by her own admission, deserved no mercy. But she wanted it. Hoped for it. She sat, waiting for judgement to fall on her.“You lying bitch!” said Cindy, unable to endure their silence or to harsh on a friend....
Taboo“If you must know, Aaron was my first,” said Jasmine.“The guy who lives above your garage?”“Isn’t he Israeli?”“Yes. And yes,” she admitted. “And of course, he’s poor as dirt.”“And you’re…”“Palestinian. Obviously,” Jasmine didn’t need to say how well off her father was, her Model X was parked outside waiting to take her home in the morning.“I thought that was weird, him staying there,” said Bell.“It’s complicated, which I guess is why I need to start with why he’s there at all. Aaron’s real name...
First Time“Washing your breasts feels so nice, Bell. I can see why boys obsess about them,” said Ariel. She gazed at Bell’s hard pink nipples as her hands slipped over the brunette’s soapy breasts. “So much more fun than washing my own.”“You’re such a slut, Ariel,” said Bell. She nodded over Ariel’s shoulder. “Why don’t you get Jasmine clean while I wash your back.”Ariel pushed her thumbs across Bell’s nipples a little harder than she needed to, causing Bell to suck in air and shudder at the sensation....
HardcoreAuthor's Note: Thank you for choosing to read my diaries. Please leave a review when you're done! Wet, slutty kisses, Alexandra Diary Entry: August 2007 What a night. It's 3:00AM and I can't concentrate. Ryan had me over again last night to show me my pictures and to talk about the sites. The pictures came out pretty good. I like some of them, some not so much. Modeling is fucking hard. The camera doesn't lie. I thought I was thin. Thin! Yeah right. There's a little flab...
[Author's Note: The only way I know if people are reading these diaries is if they leave a review or send me an email. I'd certainly prefer both and answer all reader email. Thanks! Alexandra] It took me a while to begin writing in my diary again. They say rape changes a person. I know it changed me. It changed my relationship with Ryan completely. He was there for me, comforting me, helping me, but things were never the same after that. What was this beautiful, amazing love...
Introduction: On a separate note, if you read my story Incest Diaries & would like for there to be another installment, just comment your choice through this storys comments log. THIS IS IN NO SHAPE WAY OR FORM MY STORY. I CAME ACROSS THIS ONLINE. I ENJOYED IT & THOUGHT MANY OF YOU WOULD TOO. THIS STORY DEPICTS ANIME CHARACTERS FROM THE CARTOON INUYASHA (those characters being Rin & Sesshoumaru). IF YOURE INTO FANFICTION , THIS THIS IS THE STORY FOR YOU. NOTE , IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO READ THE...
It leaves little to the imagination the title of this escapade. Fucked and wasted drinking all day in the sun, hyped up on x drenched in beer a corner away from the brass band churning out march anthem after march anthem, whilst getting sucked off from a 50 year old squatting behind a kiosk. Her maxi dress was pulled up to her hips squatting as if she was pissing. Looks however may be deceiving as she was actually chin deep with my entire dick shaft. Arm outstretched holding on to the mobile...
Hello all, I’m Kishan from Bengaluru, back to tell my sex saga in a story series – Bengaluru diaries. Thanks for all the responses which mean a lot. This is a continuation of my previous story. After spending a weekend in Ooty with two gorgeous girls, I came back to Bengaluru. After 3 days of total fucking exercise, we were so tired that we didn’t even speak to each other for 2 days. By now our college days were getting over so we had to use most of our time together. One morning as I was...
Hey raj here… This is the continuation of the love diaries 1. While madhu was busy with the guests I kept myself busy with my laptop watching porn and exploring iss. I heard guests leaving but still continued with my work and soon madhu was on the door with transparent maxi and clearly visible nipples. She was looking hot. She came near me and was watching the porn with me. I asked her why are you having sex with me, she said your uncle is not satisfying these days and she knew that I have an...
IncestThe Christian Female Discipline JournalE.E. Norcod, D.D., Ph.D., EditorFacilitating the Submission, Obedience and Discipline of Girls and Women Throughout the Christian WorldVolume X, Number v, May 2003Editor’s Forward to the Issue In this issue of the CFDJ we continue our series of the Christian Discipline Diaries, one of our most popular features. These are reports from our congregations who are out there spreading the Word of the Strict Observance Bible Evangelical Church of Christ...
Part 1: https://xhamster5.desi/stories/dickgirl-diaries-part-1-10020373CHAPTER 2We didn't talk about it after that and we never said a word to Tea either, and I was rapidly starting to feel uneasy about what had happened. It didn't help that Paulina's responses to my texts were as minimal as they possibly could be, and didn't give out any hint of her true feelings or thoughts. So, I was happily surprised when Paulina invited me for a sleepover the next Friday.Once we were alone in her room I...
Diary Entry: July 2007 This shit can't go on. I called in sick to work and Mom and Dad were supposed to come over tonight. I had to cancel both because of the big fucking bruise on my face. One thing I'm not going to tolerate is Jack hitting me. That's just not right or fair or anything like that. I'm not going to turn into one of those hookers who get hit by their manager. I'm not fucking doing that. My face is sore. I can barely move from the sex and the massive dildo and...
[Author's Note: I have tried to find logical breaks in these diaries to begin and end the different chapters. It's not easy to do because I didn't write my journal thinking it would ever be read by the public. As a result, it might make it hard for new readers to follow along or for an avid reader to remember exactly what was going on when they read the last installment. This is Chapter 4 ... Chapter 3 ended abruptly, so for everyone's benefit I've duplicated the last little bit of it...
I was sitting at my desk at work and looking at my co-workers. There were sixteen of us the large open area. The boss didn't like cubicles; he said that they cut down on employee interaction and he thought it inhibited productivity. I was sitting there looking at the nine men and seven women — there used to be thirteen men, but that comes later in the story — and I wondered if the men were like me and the women like my wife. What secrets were there that I couldn't see? Were the men as...
“I’m Brooklyn, and… whatever… I guess I’m a sex addict.” I glared at the group of pathetic faces in the circle surrounding me. This is so fucking lame. Why did I sign up for this? It was bad enough that I’d had to endure public humiliation when the scandal broke, but being away from the city in this touchy feely rehab centre set my nerves more on edge than they did to soothe them, which I’m sure was their original intention. From the moment I’d checked into The Belleview Retreat for Sexual...
AnalFrom Amanda’s diary: Dear diary, It felt strange to wake up alone after three days sleeping with someone. Sure lying at Clara’s feet hadn’t been pleasant, but weird as it might sound I still felt some sort of connection to her while doing it. Sharing a bed with Fiona was a lot better, and I knew I’d be missing that a lot. I got up and dressed, being careful to cover every bit of me that might show any signs of damage, before I went to the toilet. I decided then I’d be sleeping in my...
It was late and everyone had left the club, including all the staff. I stayed to finish up something and lock up the building. While walking over to the bar I thought I heard the door chime telling me someone was entering. I paused but heard no sound so I assumed it was just the wind. I went behind the bar and grabbed a glass to pour myself a well deserved drink. While filling the cup I felt someones hands around my waist. Surprised, I accidentally knocked over the glass while turning around to...
I thought about that statement for a minute. Of course, I'd never called myself a sex addict out loud, but the idea of it sounded almost kind of sexy. Of course I knew I was supposed to be all serious standing there in the classroom at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health. But really, how can you find the seriousness of group therapy at all? They were a miscellaneous collection of odd personalities from different walks of life sharing intimate and intense details of their sex lives...
After going through some tough times, seventeen year old, Chloe Wilson, was encouraged by her therapist to record her diaries on tape. It was a way to try and get her to open up and talk out loud about her feelings, but Chloe rebelled and the tapes ended up being less about her emotional past and more just a diary about her explorations into adolescent life and the discovery of all things sexual. Listen to her recordings and follow her journey, hearing the events that happened in her own words.
First TimePart 1 of a series of questions and answers with Alexandra Moore, author of The Dogging Diaries I'd like to thank Matt who has been such a great friend and pen pal throughout this entire process for putting together these questions. Awesome job. Away we go ... 1. It was almost a year from when you first dressed as Kristy until you even touched another man's penis. How did you drift? What were some of the things done that help you to drift? What would you say to help someone...
“I’m Kylie, and I’m a sex addict.” I tried not to cry. It would have made things exponentially more embarrassing than just standing in front of the room telling a group of strangers that I was basically a sexual deviant. I bit down on my lower lip instead, producing just enough sharp discomfort to keep the girly tears back. I couldn’t believe I had really committed to this. Of course, I guess one could argue that I wasn’t very good with commitments, as it was. Ever since the depraved incident...
Group SexIt was a great erotic journey till now. I and Pranati both sat on the sofa, discussing how to evoke them. I got a great idea. It is easy to generate new ideas to seduce anyone. She was busy cutting her nails while listening to my plan. Me: Mom, is Keshavi fucked by dad? Pranati: I told you already she does not want to hang out with men. She is a lesbian. Better leave her. Chaap! I slapped my bitch mom. She threw the nail cutter aside. Me: I did not ask for your suggestion, mom. You told me...
IncestSIDE NOTE , IF YOU'RE UP HERE TO COMMENT FOR ANOTHER INSTALLMENT OF "Incest Diaries" THEN COMMENT BELOW. Thank You & Enjoy. Hot Springs- Chapter One kimono: formal Japanese dress -sama: title meant to show respect to the receiver hakama: formal divided skirt for Japanese men Glancing up at the noon sky, Rin took in a large gulp of air as the scent of spring's cherry blossoms gently drifted to her. The breeze was strong that day, and it blew her long, silky black hair around...
Author's Note: The Sex Rehab Diaries is an ongoing series, featuring the intimate confessions of the patients of Dr Clark's group therapy class for sexual addictions at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health "I'm Stacey, and I'm a sex addict." I knew I wasn't the only person in the room that was in denial over that statement even as it left my mouth. ‘Admit that you need help and recovery will come quicker and last longer'. I had to hold back my initial laughter as I'd read the...
Introduction: Half way through a 12 month tour of duty in Iraq I get to come home for 2 weeks of R&R Diaries of a Soldier – R&R (part 1) The first real feeling of being home comes when you see that thin line of land appear over the horizon of the Atlantic Ocean like the rising sun. You feel the butterflies when the mechanics move underneath you as the landing gear opens and the plane descends. At this point I think every returning soldier says to himself, Please dont let me die on this runway...
Introduction: I cancel out the any guilt of cheating on my wife, we plan to include her in our fun Diaries of a Soldier – R&R (part 3) I awoke in a empty bed with the sun beating me down through a opening in the shades. That farmiliar feeling I hadnt had in a long time, hangover! Oh god, I thought I hate drinking. If I could smoke weed in peace and freedom I would never drink again I often thought after a hard nights drinking. I knew that Kimmie had gone to bed before everyone left last night...
I had been playing with my cock for about an hour. You know, edging. I kept watching the precum ooze out of the tip of my cock and thought, “I need to get laid, bad.” I was hanging out on Manhunt, but it didn’t look like a promising night. It was a Tuesday; not much of a fuck night. I was about to give up and jack-off to a hot blog story, when my mail icon started flashing. “Like your look, man.” I opened his profile; Brazilian, 180, 6’2, 26, good shape, “love it wild”. But the guy didn’t have...
Gay MaleI had been playing with my cock for about an hour. You know, edging. I kept watching the precum ooze out of the tip of my cock and thought, “I need to get laid, bad.” I was hanging out on Manhunt, but it didn’t look like a promising night. It was a Tuesday; not much of a fuck night. I was about to give up and jack-off to a hot blog story, when my mail icon started flashing. “Like your look, man.” I opened his profile; Brazilian, 180, 6’2, 26, good shape, “love it wild”. But the guy didn’t have...
Gay MaleI went to Montreal for gay pride with a few friends. I was constantly horny with all those hot fucking men around, but was unable to act because I was sharing a hotel room with two of my friends. One morning I woke up at 6 a.m. feeling so horny. I decided to go out and cruise.I got dressed and packed poppers, a cock ring and lube, then took off. I passed a sauna, which I understood to be a gay bathhouse. So, I decided to try it out. Of course, it was early morning so I didn't expect much. At...
Gay MaleI went to Montreal for gay pride with a few friends. I was constantly horny with all those hot fucking men around, but was unable to act because I was sharing a hotel room with two of my friends. One morning I woke up at 6 a.m. feeling so horny. I decided to go out and cruise.I got dressed and packed poppers, a cock ring and lube, then took off. I passed a sauna, which I understood to be a gay bathhouse. So, I decided to try it out. Of course, it was early morning so I didn't expect much. At...
Gay MaleTom Green was cleaning out his daughters apartment. She had been in an accident and was in hospital. He and his daughter had drifted apart over the last few years. He did not even know what she did for a living. But he did know while she was recovering neither of them could afford to pay for her apartment. In her wardrobe, she had found a large collection of kinky underwear. The things you only see in mens magazines. In her bedside drawers he had found several vibrators and dildos. The clothes...
This is the third installment of Chloe Wilson's Diaries. Previously, she lost her virginity in the back of a car at the park. This time she finds herself at a party at a local pub. What will she get up to this time?
First TimeThis is the second installment of Chloe Wilson's Diaries. After a close encounter with Dave at the house party in part one, Chloe meets him again in the park. This time things go a bit further. Listen as she recounts her tale.
First Time[1st effort at these diaries and has turned out longer than I thought. Had to cut a lot of the preamble about how we got here, but basically I am from a pretty small town in the north of England. Jess was one of two married milf friends in our town most of the boys fancied - both under 5'3 at most and were called the “mini-milfs” by the lads as they were younger and hotter than a lot of the m*ms around. Jess had dyed jet back hair, dark eyes and perma-tanned skin, she especially hung around our...
CUM Diaries: This is Chapter 1 of the Poker Games introducing the Berber Girl of Morocco. I had stared at him for a little while longer than the usual gaze on throws towards his dealer. Unafraid how this would make him feel, I never realized the amount of freckles he had on one side of his face. This was bewildering, my Vienna guy had a be-speckled left hand side. It was actually quite pronounced, I only caught it however because I happened to gaze the second he removed his long blond fringe...
CUM DIARIES: When we went out on the Mediterranean Sea. It was a chance encounter. Chances that you do not normally ever want to un-counter. Anything can get your heart racing but nothing is more satisfying than the euphoric feeling of winning a bet with a girl who leaves you open to the classic: "ask me anything" followed by a biting top lip and a slow shy wink turning away from you, gazing over her shoulders, lifting her hips to show you her tight ass. Gazing with narrow eyes sucking her...
Alison grew up west of the Range, among sheep, wheat and summer dust storms. She learned to drive tractors and to repair dam pumps on the farm and everything else in the small school.Each Christmas holiday her brother, her mother and she drove out the farm gate towards the rising red sun. f******n or fifteen hours later they turned into the jungle garden of her grandmother's rambling white weatherboard house overlooking the bay and, beyond, the ocean. Already Alison's grandfather had died and...
So she was a little on the young side. Normally speaking I wouldn’t be caught dead in someone else’s house. In the hall a collection of the large extended family in silver frames, some deceased. I kept telling myself to turn back. Wouldn’t she prefer to fuck in my car? I would have preferred going at it in the toilets where we met. But this piece of work had some things in store. The road of St.Lucia had an Audi parked but she assured me that the whole road was currently as some beach side...
I jolt up, my body as if falling down an elevator shaft. As I catch my breath, quickly I come to the realization that this girl is keeping my occupied during the day with her company and at night in my dreams. I hit the snooze button and swipe my phone to log into my app and see what’s been going on in other timezones as i scratch the crumble in corner of my eyes. Satisfied with the early morning finances it was time to satisfy myself. Being in the hotel of the prospective person I’d like to...
N.B. Some characters are borrowed from a famous TV series, but don't take it as an offence to them, I write this out of admiration, and if you think it through, a hot man as Harvey was must have urges like any other, he is no barbie's ken.***Here I am again my dear readers, and right after that hot scene where Harvey was involved, I was at a crossroads. Should I tell Sabrina what I saw? Should I tell Harvey that I saw him doing and blackmail him? Not really… I know for a fact that Sabrina was...
***Firstly, I must warn readers that this story is not yet as sexual as others, but it can be erotic, and names are borrowed from existing fiction, although the turns are my idea.Secondly, if you are a big fan of the TV series and don't want to get a tainted picture of the characters, I wouldn't recommend reading this story, it may tarnish some characters.And last but not least, enjoy the first part. Good reviews will encourage a second part.***PART 1: Happily ever after?You all know that at...
Bangkok Diaries… Part 2 This is the continuation of the first part. It is rather a long story and not for people who wants Sex from the first line till the last word of the story. In the first part, me and Aayush had a discussion on the old memories of our school times and also unfolded few secrets. I had mentioned he took my phone number. That day I was restless to receive a message from him. I could not concentrate on any work until at 10Pm when my phone pinged. Yes it was Aayush. Aayush:...