Scarletts submission
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Take one step forward, you have crossed over into Millie's Vast Expanse. Meet Scarlett, age fourteenish. Occupation: Student, education, incomplete. Hobbies, boys, music, boys, TV, boys, movies, and of course, boys. A girl filled with a deep seated longing, a need to be needed, she desires to love and be love. She is a flower waiting on a bee.
Meet Jackson, Occupation, none, lives off an inheritance. A man that is a lover of the young. A seemingly permeant fixture wherever the youthful congregate. A man of perpetual, youthful looks with a rather silvery tongue slickness. A possessor of unique ability, adapted to finding those of a certain internal heat, he sniffs out the unsatisfied females in the throws of their hormonal awaking. Throughout his life, a man who love's the youthful girls, smelling out the virginal, unrequited females as their needs burst forth ... and therefore a most cunning predator.
What happens when these two have a chance meeting ... in the Millie's Vast Expanse.
"I can smell your cunt." Miggs, Silence of the Lambs
For Scarlett
May 3rd – Dear Diary
My mom forced my sister into taking me to the concert and I know she wasn't happy about it. Big sisters never like having their kid sister along with them. When I got to the concert, I saw this really cool guy Jackson. Everyone calls him Jack, but his name is Jackson. How cool is that, his first name is like a last name? He is older, like maybe twenty-five, maybe even older, and already out of college. Anyway, I saw him and he was with my sister's friend Amber. I thought this Jackson was Amber's date, but he was her older brother. He was moved to town back to live here.
Long story short – the concert was awesome and I sat by Jackson, which is what I decided to call him. He talked to me all night, it was so neat. He would whisper in my ear, making fun of our sisters, or the songs. He is witty and handsome. He told me, I was mature, far more adult acting than his sister or her silly friends. Then he realized my sister was his sister's best friend and tried to back away from the comment. But I was quick to agree with him. After the concert we all went to Micky–D's for ice cream. I had a chocolate cone and Jackson had boysenberry. I have to try boysenberry now.
Sitting in the corner alone I watched my sister throwing herself at the quarterback of the football team. I thought how stupid of her and laughed at her, well not aloud but in my head. I figured I would have to just sit there and be bored. But, Jackson walked over he sat with me. Talking together we watched Sarah, my sister, and Amber, his sister, make fools of themselves with the boys from their school. He told me I was the most beautiful fourteen-year-old he had ever seen. Then he leaned down to me and kissed me on my cheek. Oh my, God, I may never wash my face again.
May 10th – Dear Diary
I went to a party at Sandra's house tonight, her older sister Judy threw the party and it was an adult party. There was alcohol and some dope there. We weren't invited to be there, but Sandra said if we didn't get stay she would tell their parents. Judy let us come because of that and I am so glad we got to go.
Jackson was there, I think Judy invited him. When I got there and saw him, my heart stopped. It just stopped beating in my chest. I thought I would pass out when he turned and saw me. He was dressed up and looked handsome. He is so tall, he has the most perfect skin, a light tan, short blonde hair and it is always so combed. He wore a dark blue pinstriped suit. I heard him explain he had been on a job interview that day and came to straight to the party after the potential employer took him to dinner. He wore this way cool looking tie. When he saw me he walked straight over to me, can you believe it? He comes up to me this big smile on his face. He looks down at me and I like can't even talk. My heart had started beating again only now it raced.
"Well, fancy seeing you here," I sort of nodded or something and just watched him. I tried to talk, but nothing came out of my mouth. I wore that bright blue spaghetti-strap tank top so must of my upper chest is exposed. Not that I have anything to see, but I was afraid he could see my heart beating through my skin, that is just how hard it pounded. "So, having a good time, Scarlett?" again I just bobbed my head and looked around in an awkward attempt to figure out something to say. Then I found my tongue.
"You look beautiful," I blurted out then added. "I mean, very handsome," then added, "and sexy." Oh my, God, how could I say that? He leaned against the wall and laughed.
"I wanted to tell you that, the beautiful and sex part that is, not handsome." He laughed and I sort of giggled. He ran his finger up and down my bare arm, oy my, God, I thought I would die. My flesh rose in all these goosepimples. "Hey, there's a room off over here it is away from this insane group of people. What do you say want to hide out there and just visit you and me?" I gave him this awkward little smile. The one where my dimple just shows and my mouth curls down not up, like most people. You can still tell it's a smile though and he could anyway, "So you go there and I'll be right in with a couple of drinks. Vodka okay for you, sexy?"
He returned with a small glass for me and bigger one for him. I sipped and listen to him talk about his sister and my sister, how they were flashing their massive breast around the guys for attention. He went silent for a minute and it felt uncomfortable, so I had to say something.
"Well, that is what guys like big boobies," I blurted out in a quick rush.
"Not all of us, some of us aren't interested in fat cow udder tits. Nor, are we all that interested in girls arching their backs to make them look even bigger. Some of us like girls that are suppler with a slimmer look." He stared down at my chest, "Give me, small budding breast on a picture perfect body. Me, I'm attracted to you." His eyes roamed over my whole body then he gazed into my eyes. Oh my, God, I couldn't breathe and my mouth sort of parted open. Then it happened he bent his face to me and our lips met.
Just our mouths we just touched lips together, it was the most romantic thing that ever happened to me. He pushed with every so gentle a manner, his mouth to my mine and I pressed back. I moved my head from side to side. I had practiced kissing my thumb and finger with my hand clenched in a fist. I had lived for this moment for over a year. I felt my body explode it just became alive with electricity. He put his hand on my face and ripples moved from where touched me.
Soon, far too soon, we broke apart, I looked down at my hands not knowing what to do. I had wanted this so much for even longer than a year. I wanted to kiss a boy since I first started liking them and now I had kissed a man. What do you after you break from a kiss?
"Look at me." He said in an authoritative voice, so I did. He asked, "Do you like me?" I nodded, "I like you too." I just sat there calm and relaxed while inside I jumped up and down like a silly girl. I was excited and happy. I felt it down there, you know in my private parts. This wetness I had never had that happen without touching there. Still, I didn't know what to do, so, out of desperation I spouted out a question.
"So, like do want to hug me or something?" He pulled me to him his hands roamed over my body and all that magic erupted inside me. There isn't another word for it, magic, my tummy tightened in a thrilling way, my body had a tingling all over it and that wetness grew. "How long before you have to go?"
"Almost time," I grew sad it would soon end. "We have to be home by eleven. My dad is real strict."
"That is just too damn soon I don't want this to end," oh my, God I could have died. He didn't want it to end either. He felt things in his private parts as well. I could tell because I could fee it, pressing against me through his pants. This massive wiener humped up in his suit pants, I couldn't believe I had done that to him. After all he wasn't a boy he was a man.
"Leave your house tonight after midnight and meet on the corner by my house. We will go somewhere and be alone. Sneak out and be with me." Just like that! He was so assertive, demanding. And I still couldn't talk!
After a long silence, "Sure," tumbled out of my mouth. He hugged me again and the rockets all exploded again. Then he kissed me and his tongue pushed on my lips parting them. Dancing his tongue in my mouth for a minute, he then pulled it back. It darted back inside my mouth and touched the tip of my tongue. Then back in his mouth. He kept repeating this action, instinctively my tongue followed. It was over all too soon and we broke apart and I left.
I'm going out now – it's midnight. I'll fill you in when I get back.
May 11th – Dear Diary
Oh my, God, I had the best time of life! I can't stress that enough! So, when I got ready, I decided I wanted to look special. I put on my purple cardigan the waterfall one with the button between my breasts. You're supposed to wear something under, a blouse or T-shirt or something, but I wore nothing, not even my training bar. I also put on those tight low-rider, hip-hugger jeans. The super low cut ones that daddy hates and won't let me wear. I had my purple thong on as well.
I just wanted to look good for him you know – sexy. I snuck down the stairs and made my way outside and down the block. He waited for me in his car. Oh my, God, his car – it is like so sexy it is the Corvette so powerful and sexy just like him. He got out and opened the door for me to get in like a gentleman. I cold have just died!
When he got in he started the car then leaned over to me and kissed me. I giggled then just asked the dumbest thing, "Do you like the way I'm dressed?" I felt stupid right after I said it. He nodded licking his lips.
"Oh, God, yes. You look so fucking hot in those pants." I was so happy it was marvelous, just amazing, like floating on a cloud. He kissed me again and my nipples stiffened. The feeling of his hand on the back of head pulling me to him. He was aggressive, so in control and I could tell he loved me and wanted me. For me, it's the greatest feeling ever – being loved, not by a stupid boy but by a man.
"I have a place we can go and be alone. It's private and we can get to know each other. What time to do have to be back?" I told him by six thirty as my dad was awake by seven every morning. "No, problem," he said we were away to our hideout. The car zipped through the streets veering around corners then we were on a shabby part of town. He parked in the drive of a rundown house.
"Whose house is this I asked him.
"I have a place we can go and be alone. It's private and we can get to know each other. What time to do have to be back?" I told him by six thirty as my dad was awake by seven every morning. "No, problem," he said we were away to our hideout. The car zipped through the streets veering around corners then we were in a shabby part of town. He parked in the drive of a rundown house.
"Whose house is this?" I asked him as we walked up to the door.
"It was my parents but it's mine now," he told me as he unlocked the place and we went inside the house.
"I thought you were Amber's brother?" He touched my face and I felt that rippling of electricity shooting through my body from his powerful fingertips. I had a hard time breathing running my hands over his muscled body all I could think of was how I wanted to touch his hot, hard flesh.
"No, we tell people that," lowering his head our lips met and talked while kissed and his hands held me to him. "We dated back when she was just kids. It didn't last she, well she doesn't like me that way now. Besides you see how big her top is, that's gross she is like a milk cow, not sexy like you." Kissing me deeper we just clung together kissing, our arms around each other. I was so excited and astonished. He patted my ass and squeezed it.
"Oh," I breathed the word into his mouth. "I didn't know that," my heart raced felt flush heat radiated out of me, you know, down there. He kissed my check again and then just held me there against him. I trembled in his arms. The he said it, those words that every girl wants to hear, no, needs to hear.
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Michael unlocked the door with a sigh, knowing that he had to go through with this, no matter how little he wanted to. The place still felt — even smelled — like home. He'd grown up here, after all, and upgrading to new apartments every time a promotion made it possible meant that he had never really gotten attached to anywhere else. He had to let it go, though. After much soul searching, he and his sister Paige had decided that it was ridiculous to keep paying property taxes on a house that...
September 1 Dear Diary, First of all, let me introduce myself, my name is Becky Ford and I can't believe I started my last year of high school today! I learned that there are over 600 students in my class, and over 2400 in the whole school, I doubt I'll ever get to know all of them, I just hope to recognize a few of them!!! They said that the senior year is the easiest one of all, I don't believe it!!! My locker mate seems nice enough, but we don't have any classes together, so I only see her a...
EroticMr. Labatt’s BMW on HWY 401, Ontario 6:42pm, Saturday, November 24, 1979 ‘What a fuckin’ awesome weekend!‘ I thought as four of the six key girls in my life were engaged in a flurry of various conversations as I drove Mr. Labatt’s B-mer back from Guelph on the 401 (Ontario’s equivalent to the Interstate System in the States). ‘I might as well not be in the car,’ I chuckled to myself as Shannon, Lynette, Zupena and Sammy regaled each other with their Friday night, Saturday morning escapades,...
The doorbell then decided to ring. I walked to the door, frowning in wonder as to who that may be, since no one I knew lived around and I didn’t know anyone from around. Looking through the peephole, I saw a sweet looking blonde woman with sparkling green eyes, standing with her hands tucked into a tight pair of jeans, waiting. I smiled and straightened out my clothes. I didn’t mind getting to know that cute blonde though. I opened the door and smiled in greeting, ‘Hi. May I help you?’ I...
Dec 3 2015 Dear Diary, I love my FB friend, but I’m afraid, I’m married and he’s seven years younger. It’s hard to believe how soon everything happened, seems as if yesterday that Ajay sent me a friend request on Facebook and started chatting with me. In no time we became close, I shared my joys and sorrows with him and he did the same. This brought us so close in a year’s time that he got some courage to propose me. And even though I told him no and tried to make excuses like age and me being...
"Raaaaaaaaaab!" My wife's shrill voice cut through the damp basement air. Geez, it's as if she had dropped a brick on her toes while in the middle of saying my name. I answered quietly, but it didn't matter what I said because it was a reply so low she couldn't hear me. I remember when I enjoyed the soothing sounds of her voice, but today the sultry voice had been replaced by that of one with the same jarring noise to my senses as fingernails sliding down a chalkboard. "Raaaaaab, have you...
(Chapter Q) My right leg was on floor and my son put my left leg on table. Within a fraction of second, I opened in front of my son. Material of V-String was so less, that both lips of my crack goes out of panty. As if moon came out from cover of clouds. A faint sound erupted from my son’s gullet- Maaaaaaa. My little baby licked his dried lips and with faint voice ordered me to put hands back of my head. With his quivering hands, he attacks on my crack with camera. As a true (un)professional he...
IncestDear Dirty Diary, I tried to relax but every thought led back to my ongoing string of bad luck. I thought back and brooded yet again over the theft of my car and the loss of my laptop computer. I got the car back after a week or so but the computer, with my shameful little diary in it was nowhere to be found. Then three weeks later, after the insurance claim gave me a new one, the police department phoned to tell me my computer had been recovered. I seriously considered getting it back, until...
October 5th Diary, mmmm, I wish you were a real person and could see me just lying here with my sore and stretched open pussy ready for anyone to come in and use me in any way possible. But that isn’t going to happen. I’m going to do what Mama told me. What did she say? Well let me start from the beginning. “Cindy, open up.” Mama demanded outside my door.I didn’t open it, diary. My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Just like that old black guy from the...
IncestThe doorbell then decided to ring. I walked to the door, frowning in wonder as to who that may be, since no one I knew lived around and I didn't know anyone from around. Looking through the peephole, I saw a sweet looking blonde woman with sparkling green eyes, standing with her hands tucked into a tight pair of jeans, waiting. I smiled and straightened out my clothes. I didn't mind getting to know that cute blonde though. I opened the door and smiled in greeting, "Hi. May I help you?" I asked...
The handwriting on the note was from my son. He was probably the only one with the audacity to snoop in my room and challenge me. I assure you that when I walked up to his room, I was calm and collected. I thought it may be a simple matter of demanding the return of my diary and my sex toy. I did not believe that Michael would dare push me on the issue when I strode up to his room. I was more than willing to lay off of him and not spank him again – at least for a while. I assured myself that...
October 3 Dear Diary, Kim here and glad to be back at Tech, it was a really nice visit back home in St. Louis, but I think of this as my home now!!! I got an unbelievable welcome home from Betty Sue, it was like she hadn't seen me in a year instead of just a few days!!! When I walked thru the door, she practically tackled me, hugging and kissing me all over my face, she was so hard nipples and we just kept rubbing them back and forth across each other!!! We were grinding our pussies together...
EroticHi, my name is Robert; my bratty little sister is called Ellie and she's still a virgin. I was checking through her underwear drawer the other day and found this diary hidden behind all her knickers. I pulled on the pink ones covered in cuddly bears over my cock and stole her diary back to my bedroom. Author's note: It's often quite difficult to separate fact from fantasy in ch1ldrens diaries: little Ellie rarely stops thinking about sex – who will take her virginity? When will her breasts...
Amy Jameson was mortified. She had ripped apart her whole room, and she could not find her diary anywhere. If someone got their hands on it... Amy knew that she should never have put all her secret desires into a place that might one day be compromised, but she had to get it out somewhere. She could not just live with them bottled up. But now it was gone. Unless she had misplaced it somewhere - her fervent yet unlikely hope - someone else had access to her innermost thoughts, and her...
July 14 Dear Diary; Happy Birthday to me! Mommy and Daddy gave me you, my first diary today. Sissy's always writing in hers, and hiding it away. She didn't know that I knew where to find it all the time. Finding it and actually being able to read it were different though. She wrote what looked liked scribbles to me. It was frustrating sometimes, but, you're my diary, and I'm not going to write about Sissy all the time. Sometimes, I may write about Timmy, our big brother. He's...
Introduction: Curious little eyes…. Horny Teen Brother… Sleeping Parent Day 1 July 14 Dear Diary, Happy Birthday to me! Mommy and Daddy gave me you, my first diary today. Sissys always writing in hers, and hiding it away. She didnt know that I knew where to find it all the time. Finding it and actually being able to read it were different though. She wrote what looked liked scribbles to me. It was frustrating sometimes, but, youre my diary, and Im not going to write about Sissy all the...
Disclaimer all characters in this story are fictional and are over 18 years old. Daddy's Daughter's diary chapter 2The story so farCrystal writes a diary hoping her Daddy will read it and know her true feeling for him! James looked up at Chrystal ,he quickly pulled her hands from his face and pushed her away .“No Chrystal , it's not right!” James cried. Jumping off the bed, tucking his now limp cock in his trousers he ran from the room.“I am going to work, I will see you later. I love you as a...