I had met you at a cafe where I worked. You would come in daily for your coffee and pastry. I would gaze at you from afar, admiring how genuine you seemed. You talked to everyone like you were old friends. I longed to have a deep conversation with you, but I found myself unable to do so. You were so attractive to me—jet black hair and the most dreamy gray eyes I had ever seen. I could easily get lost in them. You had a sm...
I'd stayed late at the Université de Montréal to research and do some study group work. It was now time to go home. Before I left, I knew my bladder was filling, but I’ve always been a bit of a camel, having learned my lesson with the nuns in grade school. I hopped the 51 bus to Métro Laurier (the longest leg of my commute), down the stairs to the tracks, travelled one stop to Metro Mont-Royal, and back up the stairs to s...
We put some jazzy music on. I went at it slowly, touching myself over my clothes. Undoing buttons and zippers. Sneaking a hand onto my skin. Closing my eyes. Lifting my hair. Face flushing. Rotating. Gyrating. He was very patient and stayed seated, his fists tightening as the bulge in his jeans grew. When I was naked, he told me, "Touch yourself." "Turn." "Look over your shoulder." "Bend." It was all new, wildly erotic. H...
Her heart raced as she walked toward the door of the hotel room. She was both excited and scared as hell. She had never done anything like this before, never met a man for just sex and it had been forever since she had been with someone. However, she never had someone share so many of her desires, her most closely held longings. That alone made her intrigued. The door was cracked open so she could just step in. Taking a d...
I arrived back in England in the last week of August. My mates had given up our Brooklands Close flat, and two of them (Brian and Phil) said I could sleep on the settee in the lounge of their new flat for the week before I left for Venice. In addition to all the gear I had stored at Brian's, my Mini was parked outside. So when I awoke the first morning, I set to servicing it to get it running again. I first had to buy a n...
“Who is that?” Eddie clicked the mute. “That’s Clive. You’ve met him before.” “Not him. Her, the nerdy one?” “Who?” For fucks sake, Eddie, you know exactly who I mean! Of course, I couldn’t say the very pretty one, with the dark curly hair, who was beaming a beautiful smile into her camera. “Her, with the glasses, and too much lipstick.” “Oh, that is Ellie.” So that is Ellie, is it? I poured a fresh mug of coffee and, sti...
After swinging, I tell Sir, “I feel like a whore.” “Whores get paid.” Seeing I’m not amused, he adds, “But seriously, I was so fucking proud of you for making that guy bust his nut under three minutes. You could take twenty guys in an hour—more if you gave blowjobs at the same time. You’d make a fortune.” “And you’d be my pimp?” I scoff. “Nah, I’d be your regular, spending my entire salary on you every month.” “Want to pu...
Facebook announced a reunion for my year-out classmates, which took place twenty-five years after we graduated. I had not kept in touch with many people and did not live near the school or reunion site, but I still decided to attend. I made hotel reservations in the town and announced my intention to attend; my wife was unable to join me due to work obligations. Upon seeing Karen, I recognised her immediately. We had date...
Normally, my RV (caravan) is set up in an upscale park. The park we were in was nice, but one of the 'permanent' residents wasn't so nice. A gender-biased redneck with a big mouth comes to mind. It was a shame, because, as men go, he was actually rather good-looking. His mouth needed a brain to function properly. I tried to avoid him because I didn't need him to trigger my PTSD. Unity and I liked to walk around the park e...
My coworker, Sam, looked over my shoulder at a presentation, his hot breath awakening my arousal. Was this the moment I had waited for? His lips kissed my neck; my nipples hardened, sending pulses to my pussy as if communicating via an erotic Morse Code. Melting against his body, I ached for his touch. Why was he hesitating? “Are you sure?” he finally asked. I nodded. “I want your hands everywhere.” He obliged me, ravishi...
Dear Diary, It’s after midnight and I can’t sleep. I’ve become obsessed with Frank. He and I have been having sex almost every day. I know he uses me and he treats me like a whore. I love the danger of being caught when he fucks me. I only have two rules. First, he can’t come inside me. The last thing I need is to get pregnant. Two, no violence. A little spank is okay but, I don’t want to be assaulted. This past Saturday,...
Dear Diary, Every day of my life seems to get better. Today was no exception. This morning, I heard my mother stirring in the kitchen. I stuck my head out the door of my bedroom to say good morning. She was her usual cheery self. It's no wonder, just an hour earlier she was screaming from a morning session of passion with her lover Frank. She told me she was going shopping, that Frank was staying home, and asked if I want...
I was in a pinch, so my boyfriend’s parents invited me to live with them and seven of their ten children still at home. My boyfriend and I shared a room with his brother, the one with the fancy car parked in the garage all winter. One evening over dinner, conversation was lively and a little salty. His brother exclaimed, “Oh, if that car could talk!” I glanced at my boyfriend and we burst out laughing! Oh, his brother’s f...
Dear Diary, It was a long day. Wednesdays are a grind with five back-to-back classes. I can't wait for this semester to be over. I didn't think freshman year would be this difficult. Having to commute from home just adds to the stress of my day. Right now, my happy place is my bed. Today started like any other. My first class was at 7 AM and the day is almost non-stop from there. Luckily, I have a forty-five-minute break...
Dear Diary, My best friend Kara came over last night to hang out. Time got away from us and rather than drive twenty miles home, she stayed the night. She and I have no secrets between us, so I decided to confide in her as I have so many times before on these pages. A decision I made to stay home after high school and commute to Columbia University rather than live in the city has become challenging. My lust for a man is...
