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Entry #1: Better late than never
“Sorry I’m late honey!” said Martin, coming inside. His wife sat at the table in a frilly apron patterned with red cherries, and as he came around the table to kiss her he realised to his surprise that she had nothing on beneath it. Inwardly he cursed his own tardiness. He’d been going over the Jenkins account while he could have been back here caressing his wife’s bare shoulders and hips as she stood at the stove cooking. Or dispensed with dinner altogether and just carried her into the bedroom. He felt himself stiffen at the thought.
“Never mind. Sit down.” Lucy gestured towards what looked to be a delicious roast chicken dinner. “It’ll be cold, but edible.” Martin had been married long enough to know that he was not yet forgiven for his misconduct. He took a couple of bites of chicken. “Lucy this is delicious! I really am sorry. I didn’t realise you’d go to so much trouble. I mean, the food, the wine, the candles-.“
He stopped and looked at the two brass candlesticks in the middle of the table. The right one held a tall white candle, producing a dim romantic glow. The left was empty.
“What happened to the other candle?”
“Oh that.” Lucy affected a casual air. “You were late and I got a bit impatient so I used it.”
“Used it? How?”
“Let me show you.”
She put one bare foot up on the edge of the table and reached for the candle.
Entry #2: Friends will be friends...
Ryan loved these black out parties. He just had to find his girlfriend. Hands stretched in front of him, his palms met a set of DD’s that were familiar.
Her lips were soft, pliant. Even in the pitch black, he knew they were Jenny’s. He moved his hand through her wetness, her scent familiar. As he inserted two fingers into her waiting pussy, he pulled her into him, mashing her other lips against his.
Instead of the usual tonsil hockey, she was playing shy, the tip of her tongue barely making contact with his. But her hips thrust against his hand, riding his fingers hard. She reached for his jeans, fumbling to remove his hard on. He lifted his head, panting and confused. Jenny must be really drunk. She usually wasn’t that clumsy.
But he couldn’t fault her enthusiasm as she wrestled him out and dropped to her knees, taking him all the way down her throat in one swallow. His knees buckled, and he braced his hands against the wall for balance. She sucked his cock frantically, the squelching sounds from below telling him that she was fucking herself. As he spilled into her throat, he groaned her name. “Fuck Jenny....”
“Ryan?” His name came from somewhere to the right of him. Fumbling for his cell phone, he used it as a flashlight. He saw Jenny bent over a chair, with some strangers cock imbedded in her ass. She laughed awkwardly.
“Well, guess we both made new friends tonight.”
Entry #3: Caught
It was his smile that did it, luring me from my friends. A quirky, half curve of the lips, knowing and teasing. I wanted to see that mouth up close, see if I could draw it into a different shape.
Like a big cat I prowled, camouflaging myself in the crowd until I was close enough to pounce. I stole his drink from his hand, plucked his cigarette from those full lips. They curved into that smile once more and my clit pulsed. He rose and roles switched, hunter turned prey, hunted turned predator.
I backpedaled and he followed, pinning me against the wall.
"You took my drink," he said, close enough to kiss me. My lips parted, inviting, and he chuckled at me, pinning my hand.
"You took my smoke," he added and pressed against me, his cock a hard ridge in his worn jeans. He clasped the other hand over my head and dragged at the cigarette.
I waited, captive. He cocked his head at me, that quirk of his lips returning. "I'm going to take you home," he warned, his grip tightening. A tremor traced my spine. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream and then fuck you some more." My cunt turned to molten heat, throbbing as he rocked his bulge into me.
"You're going to be my sweet, wanton, harlot tonight, aren't you?"
Words escaped me. I nodded and his eyes twinkled. A decade plus and I was still his captive.
Entry #4: Taming His Wild Cat
She liked to scratch, which is why he called her his little wild cat.
It was harder to scratch him when he encased her hands in mittens that looked like feline paws.
She liked to hiss, which is also why he called her his little wild cat.
It was harder to hiss with a gag in her mouth, one with whiskers sprouting from the strap. The gag went so well with the headband bearing spotted felt cat’s ears.
If she couldn’t scratch or hiss, then she couldn’t complain when he buckled a collar around her neck.
“Of course,” he said, “I also have to bell my cat.” He dangled the shiny silver clamps in front of her, and she batted at them, making the little bells chime. He laughed, then tugged on her rosy nipples until they pouted, and tightened the clamps around them.
She growled, deep in her throat, when he lubed her ass and slipped in a butt plug--one with a curling cat tail attached. He tickled her inner thighs with the end of the tail, just to watch her writhe.
He flipped the switch. The plug began to vibrate.
That’s when his little wild cat arched her back and began to purr.
Entry #5: Frolic
She laughs, dances away from me, slipping around trees, glancing back with that impish grin of hers. Seducing me. I hear her giggle, she disappears behind a clump of birches. As I come around them, I expect to see her, but she's gone. There on the ground lays her little red t-shirt.
I hear her moving and follow the sound. Draped on one of the bushes is her bra. At the thought of her running topless through the woods, my cock begins to stir. First the t-shirt, now the bra. I think I know what's next.
Moving uphill, I find her jeans laying on the old stone wall. I know where she's heading.
Past the mossy, old downed pine, notice her lacy little thong hanging from a stick, an enticing little flag. I come around the huge old hemlock, expecting to find her naked on the big old boulder that lays beyond, I'm startled by what I see. She's on the boulder, yes, but she's festooned herself with fern fronds. I take one.
"You naughty little imp. Making me chase you. You know what I’m going to have do, right? First we have to get rid of these."
I brush the rest away so I can see her, panting.
"I'm going to touch every part of you with this fern, maybe even give you a few little swats with it."
Over her breasts, tickling at her nipples. Down her belly. Give her pussy a little snap with the frond.
Entry #6: Forever
She was so beautiful she took my breath away. The way her hair lay all dishevelled around her head, her cheeks flushed and her eyes, bright but staring off somewhere beyond me— it all entranced me. I traced a line of salty kisses down her chin to that wonderful little depression between her shoulder and her neck. I was so hard it hurt. When I tried to pull her toward me, though, she hesitated, and the spell of her arousal faded.
“They say I won't want to do this as much, you know, after the operation. Maybe even half as much even with drug therapy.” She seemed close to tears, which made me feel as if my heart was going to burst.
I propped myself up on my elbow and grinned at her, trying to lighten the mood.
“You know what the coolest part of math theory is?”
She actually giggled, thank goodness. “From hot, sweaty sex to math? You really are a nerd!”
“Well, maybe, but the fact remains that there are some very cool things about math. Like infinity. Did you know that if you take something that happens regularly, and make it happen half as frequently, but continue forever, it'll still happen an infinite amount of times?”
I rolled onto my back and gently pulled her to me, and onto my now very eager cock.
“You're my forever, love... and when you're offered infinity, who'd be stupid enough to ask for more?”
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XXX,
Alison
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