Dear Diary, I hadn’t been out in a couple of weeks, and I was feeling frisky. I was well beyond horny, and my neglected pussy was aching to be filled. I decided to go to Bambalan to have a couple of drinks. It’s a popular Bristol bar with a live band on Saturdays, and, most importantly, it's frequented by fit young guys. I took a relaxing hot bath with vanilla bath oil to melt away the tensions of the day. I washed my lon...

Dear Diary, The weekend was here, and I was ready for action. It had been a couple of weeks since my tryst with Dom and John. Remembering how they made me their slut and shagged me like a cheap whore fueled my bedtime masturbation sessions. My orgasms were good, but the craving remained. I was in desperate need of another good shag. On Fridays, the Anchor pub drew a large crowd. There was sure to be a good selection of gu...

Dear Diary, My friend Lucy and I look forward to Halloween each year, dressing up in revealing costumes and hitting the clubs for a night of drinks, dancing, and debauchery. This year, Lakota was our first choice. The Halloween event featured a twisted circus rave with four rooms of music and dancing on three levels. I dressed as a Playboy bunny. The outfit featured a strapless black bodysuit that hugged my body like a se...

Dear Diary, A couple of years ago, when I was at uni, I met a guy on Tinder named Dan. He had brown hair with a skin fade haircut, brown eyes, and his topless gym pics showed off his abs. He was a few years older than me and worked in consultancy. We messaged back and forth for about a week, then agreed to meet at a bar for a drink. It was a lively bar with good atmosphere. We had a few drinks, chatted, and flirted a bit....

Dear Diary, When I went to university, I attended the hockey trials. I put in a good performance and was selected to be part of the first team squad; I play left wing. I was the only girl from trials who was selected for the first team squad. The rest of the squad had played in previous years. Basically, I was like a rookie cheerleader for DCC, whilst everyone else was a veteran. The next few weeks were spent practicing,...

Dear Diary, It was New Year’s Eve, and Lucy and I had descended upon a house party in Clifton like two predators on the prowl. We were dressed to kill, our silhouettes designed to command every room we entered. We checked our coats with the girl at the door and made our way inside, our heels clicking across the limestone floor. Lucy, a voluptuous brunette with deep, mahogany eyes, was a vision of shimmering excess in a se...