The Dorm Room Diaries Tempting Terrell
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I’m what people call a slut, a whore, or a cock addict, I’ve heard it all. I’m a queen bee with the looks and attitude to match. I have long rich espresso hair that reaches past mid-back and dark blue twilight eyes to match. I’m on the short side, but nothing a sexy pair of heels won’t fix, and I have the sought after hourglass figure which I must maintain with regular trips to the gym.
Girls want to be me and guys want to fuck me, but honestly I don’t care what people think, I just love cock filling my cunt and I know how to get it. I’m young and fresh out of high school with a mission to have some crazy college experiences I’ve only dreamed about.
During these weeks I saw less and less of Ryan. He'd show up from time to time to run another ad or to spend the night with me, but it wasn't like it used to be. I was tied up a lot of the time in our bed; usually dressed in lingerie and sometimes simply naked. He'd bind my arms over my head on the bed and do cocaine from different parts of my body. Then he'd lift my legs, exposing my cunt and fuck me. Often after he was done using me he'd leave. I stopped asking where he was going...
Ivana arrived as usual and on time to clean Mrs. K’s house. Mrs. K opened the door with her normal smile but saw that Ivana was looking rather more cross than usual. When Ivana walked into the hallway, and Mrs. K had closed the door, she turned and asked, "Is everything okay, Ivana?”Mrs. K was wearing a floral sleeveless dress with a hem a few inches above her knees. She wasn’t plump but wasn’t slim either, and Ivana thought that she looked lovely in her dress. Ivana was wearing a...
SpankingA note to readers - keep in mind that I never had a plan for these diaries. I'm only sharing them with the world because I can now handle the reflection that comes with reading them. As a result, they don't fit into chapter form all that well and at certain spots things skip ahead if I wasn't writing much at that time or had little to say in my entries. I have tried to find logical breaks to fit into a chapter format for this medium. Hopefully it is working for you and you are able...
It had been nearly two years since I'd left, going straight into the service out of high school. It felt good to be home again, though it was still going to feel different even then. For one, dad had died the year I had graduated. That alone had made my leaving all the harder on mom, but she at least had a sister she was very close to, who had seen her through much of that difficult time. Though she lived an hour away from where we did, mom never failed to at least travel to see her once a...
Diary Entry: September 2008 What the hell is going on here? Ryan and I both slept in and when we woke up I wasn't exactly sure what to do or say. All he said was, "crazy night, last night." I don't really understand everything that happened. I feel terrible that it did and yet, I don't feel like I did anything wrong. It's not like I wanted this to happen. I was just doing what he told me. I feel dirty. I can still feel Tom's cock inside me, still feel his cum. I don't want...
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 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...
It 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...
IncestWhat 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...
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...
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...
Someone said I should share my story on here, so here goes :)I have wanted to share this story for a long time, but I want to compose it properly, because I think about it all the time, and it probably has something to do with the fact I am constantly horny and thinking about sex lol. But who knows, chicken or the egg. The sex part of this is all over 18, of course...Being super shy and quiet throughout my youth, the whole awakening to boys and sex was fascinating to me, and I loved whatever...
Author'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...
The 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...
Sara carried what little of her bags she could down the hall of the dorm to her room. Today was moving in day and she was very nervous. She had no help; Sara had made the trip to the university on her own. She passed several other girls that were also moving in. She noticed that most of them were here age, eighteen and a freshman like her. She had to sit a couple bags down so she could open her dorm room door. Sara stuck the key in the lock and turned. Immediately, the door opened and she could...
LesbianIt 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...
IncestPart 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...
100% fiction! I am a 43-year old successful businesswoman and professional who has a wonderful and handsome son, my only child, attending the state University and my alma mater. A few years back I had caught his father screwing one of my friends after I had returned home early from a business trip. To make it worse, I had returned early so that we could celebrate our anniversary. Instead of celebrating my anniversary with my husband, I celebrated alone with a few bottles of wine in a hotel...
Incest“Hi, Taylor.” Chandler replied. He stood up and put his phone in his back pocket before reaching down to grab his keys and sweatshirt off the desk he had been seated at. “She’s all yours. Have fun.” He called out as he left the office and headed back to his dorm. “Yeah, sure…” Taylor muttered under her breath. She liked being an RA. It meant that she got a whole dorm to herself and she got a tuition reduction. However, there was one part of it that she wasn’t so keen on. Every RA, (there...
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’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...
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...
Part 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 did Not Write this)My name is Holly, I'm 28 now, but this story happened when I was eighteen. It was my first year of college. That was when it all happened. For three semesters I really let it unravel me. In the end I took two years off of school and then finished my degree at another university. I'm only telling the story now because sometimes late at night, when my husband is asleep I think back to those days and I feel myself getting moist, and I can't help but tell someone because I...
DareDorm! Oh, to be in college again. To go to all the parties, experiment with all the drugs, and hook up with all the girls. If I could do it all over again, I definitely would. The only thing I would do differently? I would probably fuck more college sluts. Campuses are crawling with sexy young sluts, in some cases rather literally as weekly binge drinking is something of a required rite of passage for all students.For many, college is the first experience of unbridled freedom. You’re...
Premium Teen Porn SitesAfter 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 Time“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 SexBrie had graduated Valedictorian of her class and had earned a number of scholarships. Her acceptance into the University of South Carolina made her parents proud. Majoring in Paleontology with a secondary of Biology her schedule was going to be filled with some heady classes. She had wandered the campus getting familiar with it and eventually came to her dorm. She only had a small bag with her as her parents would bring her other stuff later. As she approached the door she stopped a...
Wednesday, October 11, 1995 Mitch had always been curious. His fantasies had frequently included more than one scenario involving him and another guy, but he wasn’t entirely sure how everything fit together. He was well aware that guys did things together, but… how did it work? When he was sixteen or seventeen, he had done some personal exploration. He wasn’t even certain that a finger could go up there—but insatiable curiosity drove him to try. To his surprise, it did—and an even further...
Gay MaleMuch Noah’s relief, that night, Tom and Catherine decided to move to a more private location for their late night fucking. He took the precious few hours of quiet to unpack his things and organize his side of the room. He looked at his phone and on his contact list, he could see Hannah's number. For a second he thought about calling her, but then decided against it. He did not enjoying playing this kind of game, but he did remember his friends telling him that it was a bad idea to immediately...
College SexThe Princess Diaries - Part 2 Foreword: This is the continuation of Kevins journey into total feminization at the hands of a guy he met online. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The working day dragged along. Seconds seemed like minutes, minutes seemed like hours. I was becoming more restless as my shift on the counter of the plumbers merchants crawled to it's conclusion. I passed the time thinking about my forthcoming weekend away with...
The Princess Diaries - Part 1 Foreword: The following story is partly autobiographical and part fantasy.. Having been a fan of Fictionmania for a while, I thought I would try my hand at writing my own story. This is the first time I've attempted any form of writing since I was at school, well over 25 years ago. I already have the basic outline in mind for part 2, should anyone be interested in a further installment, but I also welcome your reviews and...
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...
SIDE 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...
This is only my second story. Had the idea for this in my head for a while but needed to work out the kinks (no pun intended). As much as I loathe seeing "part one of nineteen" of stories here, I think this might have the potential to be a series. Interested in your thoughts and feedback. As always, please be firm, but gentle. Kisses. The Vamp-Ire Diaries This was easily just as good as everybody said it was, thought Taylor as the buxom young co-ed with pinup girl looks gave him...
20th May 2015 : I had a busy day today. The long meeting hours with clients really suck and it sucks more when they are old fellows. I was going to the parking in the basement of my office situated in Bandra when my phone rang. It was Siddhartha, my husband. He told me that his flight had landed safely in Mumbai and he would be home within an hour. One part of me was happy that my hubby was coming home after 4 weeks and the other part was sad because I won’t be able to fuck Ishan till Sid was...
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...
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 MaleThis is the 5th part in continuation. I will be better if you read the previous ones before going through this one. Enjoy! 15th July 2015 Our plans of seducing Sid went in vain as he didn’t show any interest in Riya. He was in Australia at the moment and Riya was busy in her college. Ishan had got admission in a reputed college of Delhi University and I was alone and hungry. I desperately needed a cock. I looked around. Everyone was busy in their work. After lunch, I called it a day and was...
Calvin Calverley, once said, "Those who can, do, those who can’t, teach." In many cases that’s true, but not in every case. Take me. You could, if you were here with me right now. There’s something about hot, humid weather that makes me insatiably horny. The bottom line is that I wish that all the guys reading this were here with me right now because no one guy can get it up long enough or keep it up long enough to satisfy me for long during my horny season. Anyway, if I wax incoherent from...
Straight SexHello readers. This is Malvika Kapoor from Mumbai. I wanted this to write from a long time and in the last few days I had been through a lot and then thought about to assemble all the encounters and write it in a form of a story in parts. Some fiction is also added to make it spicier and dick rising tale for you guys. Suit yourself! Main Characters : Malvika Kapoor : A 38 year old lady working at the position of HR manager in a MNC. Siddhartha Kapoor : A 42 year old man , Malvika’s...
28th May 2015 : Malti, our housemaid comes during the day between 12 and 2 for cleaning utensils and during the night between 7 and 9 for making the food and other cleaning stuffs. She was married in an early age and has got a kid of 10 years old now at the age of 28. Her husband died in a road accident last year. Since then, I used to help her with money and old clothes from time to time. Sid was as usual out of station for his job. It was more than a week since the incident with the beggar. I...
18th June 2015. Siddhartha had caught typhoid and was on bed rest for a week. Four days had passed without a single fuck session. Riya too was pissed without sex. I advised her to somehow seduce Sid to take her to bed and after that we would disclose our secret relationships to him. My hunger knew no bounds. I needed a dick right at the moment. I asked Sid for it but he clearly ignored because of his illness. I left for office in anger. In my anger I forgot to bring my car keys down. I didn’t...
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 TimeIntroduction: 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...