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Real Live Diary

(Got the schedule wrong. Tonight is diary entries. Tomorrow is sex and status, and gender roles.)

*****ADULT CONTENT*****

My my. Some of you have some lovely tales to tell. Here is the first of a few sasstastic messages I got, worthy of Annabelle sticking some extra pages in her diary.

This first message came in story form from the submitter:

May 7th

His lips crushed against my open mouth with a vengeance. I was disoriented, completely lost in him. He slid my panties over with his finger and traced my wet center. Holding me up with the other arm, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He laid me across the arm of the couch, my hips arched upward. He undressed, bent over me and kissed me full on the lips sucking in my breath as he entered me. My flesh stretched fully, achingly over him. He was enormous, his cock the size of my wrist. He slid into me over and over again. I tried so hard to be quiet so we wouldn’t wake anyone, but I can’t remember if I screamed or not. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he continued his assault on aching need. I came again, then he released himself into me, pulling me up and kissing me deeply and completely. Several minutes later he was between my legs sucking at my essence. That was the first time I had ever experienced oral sex. I came over and over again that night. Six hours later we finally fell asleep in each others arms on the couch. After two hours of sleep he slid his huge cock between my breasts and came all over me. Then he was in me again, my womanhood was throbbing for release, but aching from repeated lovemaking as well. I came almost instantaneously when he entered me. We slept while everyone left that morning. Afterward he took me to Geoffe’s bed, and made love to me again.

Tomorrow: Sex and status, gender roles and — gasp! — more diary entries. Keep them comin’! (not pun intended.)

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About womeninstrangeplaces

I am a writer and artist from New York City. I live in Oslo, Norway. I dedicate my work to promoting literacy, experimentation and expression, women's empowerment, and awareness against sexual violence. I do my best to do what my gut tells me at all times, and on weekends, I go dancing.

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