0 comments/ 15090 views/ 0 favorites Dear Diary Ch. 1 By: ManusNigrumPoet I found it under her bed, it was in a blue box with some pictures of us. I didn't know if I should have just burned it or opened it up to see what she said about me. but I did anyway. now I'm writing in my own journal. its odd how sometimes the ones you love most and keep close are the ones who end up tearing your soul into three. maybe that's how it is supposed to be. maybe that's the way life is. but I found myself looking into this little book, this leather bound lock style book which had every encounter of us. of us only. I could have sworn I was reading something private. I was, I didn't know it would be so different to her eyes. Yet now I know that she did love me. maybe I should have never picked up the book. Maybe I should have never even tried to clean out her stuff. but maybe this is how its supposed to be. I opened the first page and saw what she had done. A document of our first meeting, our first encounter. "dear diary, its been a very great trip to California and I met someone. I feel like I'm a little school girl again. each second I was with him I knew that I wanted him, I wanted his body, him with me, I knew I found him. after a long time of misfortune and sadness. I have finally found him. we talked at the MOMA, and we talked about how we loved art. he likes what I like. he does what I do. I'm meeting him for dinner tonight." i turned the page and smiled as I recalled that night. the day had been great, moments had passed like grains of sand in an hour glass. I liked how she smiled and spoke, her voice was enchanting as if I had known her all my life. but when I flipped the page and looked to the entry it was different. it was skipped and time mattered little. I had turned the page to read about her and me in her apartment. "dinner was all right, we went to a place called absinthe or something, but I didn't mind. we ate and talked about the day and how we worked. then we went to my place, he had missed the Bart train to the east bay and it was already one in the morning. so I let him stay the night. I swear he looked like a child all scared and alone in a new place he didn't want to be at. But he looked so cute that way. he was innocent, he was scared that he might screw up and he didn't know what to do. I could have laughed at him when I set up his bed and he sat there on the couch blinking and twiddling his thumbs. I could have sworn he was scared to death of me. But I couldn't help myself and give him a kiss. And actual kiss! I feel so happy that I found him, but I have made him more uncomfortable by doing that. I felt that surge of blood blow into his limp organ then felt it stretch and tear in his pants. Like a shaft poking out and stabbing my thigh. I giggled in his lips when he did that. Looking down at it and smiling as he turned cherry red. I wanted to touch it, the hard tube between his legs, but he sat down." I couldn't help but shake my head when I read that, how embarrassing now that I'm reading her thoughts and that I'm recollecting my courage. Knowing that I could have done something different that night. Now that I think about that moment I realize that maybe it was a good thing that I sat down and blushed, she liked how I was scared and she enjoyed it. maybe that's why I screwed up on this. I flipped the pages and read once more, skipping over that little embarrassing moment. Turning to a page when we had finally been together the night on the boat. The night when we had our first love making. "he smiled at me and held me close tonight, I could have sworn he was drunk, or maybe I was. But I remember everything. When we went into the room and he laid me down on the soft mattress in the bottom. I wore blue jeans and a shirt, he was wearing only boxers. Funny how he was pretty much nude on the boat and I was fully clothed. I don't like the water. But I did like him. He was smiling as we kissed. I felt his lips curl upwards on mine. His tongue had lapped over my upper lip and my eyes closed. His hands were over and around me, caressing small moments of my bodice and then I felt his hand touch flesh. I blushed when I looked down to my now open shirt and his hand over my left breast. God I was so wet when he rubbed my nipples with his thumb and index fingers. Each little pinch I felt my chest lift with each breath I took. His hands were electric as I shocked under him. He smiled and began to kiss the right one now, cupping his lips over my nipple and sucking it soft then hard. I was helping him out with the bottom, how is it that he could be so clumsy at times as well. He couldn't get my pants unzipped. I laughed at him for that, it was funny watching him groan in dislike at it, so I helped him with it. undoing them then pulling them down, the look on his face when he saw me clean shaven. He blinked for about a minute then smiled. That's when I felt him cover over my labia. I couldn't breath when his fingers spread my clit open and started rubbing me. I'm shivering right now remembering that moment. I closed my eyes and started to weep from the inside, I loved it how he let his tongue dab my clit first then lick lower into me. It was like I was his toy then. I couldn't help but smile and press myself into his face. Just to tease him as he was between my legs and lapping like there was no future in the world and it was the last night on earth. I don't think I came, no I think I did, yes I did, cause he was dripping me when he came up for breath. That is so embarrassing to have that happen. I cant believe I did that too. but I know that I liked it. I liked how he tasted me and held me down. I loved how his tongue felt between my lips and in my opening. I loved how he made me shiver even though I wasn't cold. I love how he made me feel like I was on a roller coaster and I was the ride. Both of us laid down naked on the floor of the boat. He didn't like getting head, but he enjoyed eating me out. I think I like that of him. I don't like giving head, and I don't like choking, but I do like it when he licks me. Holding my breasts and pressing his face to my private part, licking me and suckling at my inner juices. Damnit, I have to clean myself again, I will write in you again my friend, don't worry." I couldn't help but smile now. A sigh escaped me and I sat there on the bed that we had slept in for about a year. The same bed that held memories or screaming. Both from us fighting and from us making love. Now that I really think about it. I should have never doubted her. Maybe its because I'm a man. But each day without her, each day without her here I feel more empty inside and out. Maybe its how men are. Held in and never free. free like women. Free like the ones we love. Thinking about how we first made love was like looking back to our passed. Which sadly is the truth. I did miss her. I do miss her. And I will never forget that night on the boat when I took her and tasted her. When I felt her spurge her juices into my mouth and let me taste her nectar. God how I miss her. Dear Diary Ch. 10 - Dec. 1 - So there we were. Marie and i against the wall, wrapped in leather. Tina in those sexy leather pants and bra standing over Sarah, who was bound to the couch face down over the back, her ass in the air covered in the barest wisp of lace. Tina came over to me and smoothed my hair back from my face, whispering "It's time for you to change" in a voice strangely touched by emotion. She took my hand gently, and led me over to Marie, who she spun back into place facing the wall. She put her hand on the back of Marie's head and pushed, so that Marie's cheek was held tightly against the wall. She motioned me to stand between her and Marie, and i slipped in between her stretched arms, my leather cased breasts against Marie's back, and Tina's front pressed against the whole of my back. Tina released Marie's head, which stayed in place, and put her hands on mine. She guided my hands through Marie's hair, and down her back, touching and caressing, all the while her lips at my ear, moaning softly with each new touch, sending electricity into my brain with each new sound. Our hands moved down to Marie's ass, cupping it, gripping it, stroking it gently. Marie's hips pivoted involuntarily, pushing against our touch; I could feel Tina's smile. She whispered in my ear "the key is giving the slave what they want, eventually, but only in the way YOU want, and only for YOUR goals, whatever they may be." With that comment, our hands traveled over Marie's shoulders, caressing the bare skin above the corset she was clad in. Her breathing was audible now, her chest rising and falling quickly. Our hands slipped inside the material, and my fingers closed around Marie's nipple; Tina's pressure on my hands increased, and then we were pinching the nipple, Marie moaning in pain or ecstasy in response. I felt it stiffen under my touch; Tina guided my other hand to Marie's ass, which was moving in small circles, in time with the pinches on her nipple. Then she used my hand to spank her hard, several times, causing Marie to cry out each time; there was no question that it was in ecstasy now. After the spanking we backed off, leaving Marie gasping against the wall. "See how turned on she is? I got what i wanted, the pleasure of spanking her and playing with her. She got almost what she wanted; only as much as i was willing to give her." She pulled me over to stand behind Sarah. "Your turn" she whispered breathily. I notice that Tina seemed to be getting quite aroused from the activities as well, her nipples were obvious, even through the leather, and her skin was flushed. "What?" I answered. She turned me around and looked me in the eye. "I've seen how you are with Sarah. You obviously find her attractive. Well, she's yours, now, entirely for your pleasure, to do what you want with. I think there's someone inside you that wants the pleasure to be mixed with some power and possibly some pain; maybe there isn't. Either way, your gorgeous roommate is sitting there, helpless, waiting for you to use her." I didn't know what to do, or what to think, for a second. Then, for the next second, i felt a pressure inside me, whether it was fear, or restraint, or some sort of inhibition i don't know, but it was suffocating. Then, the next second, Tina kissed the back of my neck, and it all sort of... went away. As if a door had opened for me, i realized that i could do whatever i liked, with Sarah, with college, with my life; nothing could stop me unless i chose to give it that power. I decided in that instant that my life was going to be a LOT of fun. I turned and grabbed Tina by the breasts, swinging her around so her hips were against the couch, and kissed her fiercely, over and over, leaving her gasping for air when i stepped back. A smile blossomed on her face; she had seen into my soul and realized that i had, in fact, changed. I wasn't sure what all i wanted to do with Sarah, but i remembered the way she'd treated Josh, and decided it was time she learned what the other side felt like. I leaned over and whispered in Sarah's ear "you are soooo sexy lying there like that; you can't imagine the things i'm going to do to you, my little toy. And when we leave here today, and return to our room, you will still be mine to play with as i choose. Think about that for a while." I couldn't see the look on her face, since it was pressed into the couch by the straps. I walked behind Sarah and grabbed her panties, yanking them off of her in one quick move. Then i hit her, and she yelled out. Frowning, i reached down and pushed a pillow in between her face and the couch; the next spank only elicited a muffled scream, which was much better. I might have felt bad about the spanking, but Sarah's pussy was getting wetter with each strike of my flesh against hers. Tina had moved over to where Marie was standing, and was dragging her across the room to the same couch that Sarah was on. "You didn't know that Marie was a submissive, did you, Kelli? She is. Very" Tina said as she threw Marie down on the couch next to Sarah. With rough hands she pulled Marie's clothes off, leaving her naked and gorgeous on the couch. Those same rough hands removed Sarah's bra. Tina reached down and grabbed Sarah by the hair, pulling her head up, then assisted Marie in sliding her hips underneath. When they had finished, Sarah's face was buried in Marie's crotch, Marie's legs up on the couch, her head on the other part of the couch. "Eat, slave" Tina commanded, and Sarah began licking Marie, moaning into Marie's private parts as my hand met her ass over and over. Tina walked behind me, and i heard some rustling. I heard her set something down beside me, and her hands felt great as they reached around and cupped my breasts. She deftly flicked the catch, and pulled my leather mini-bra off. Moments later she had tugged the leather bottoms off too, leaving me bare. I stopped spanking Sarah and watched as Tina stripped, first those gorgeous leather pants and then the top, revealing her fantastic body to all of us. I continued to watch as she wandered over to the couch, climbed on top of Marie, and lowered her sopping slit to Marie's waiting lips. I looked beside me and saw the things Tina had layed there: a vibrator, several dildos, and a huge strapon. I don't know what came over me, but i just couldn't go any further, and i ran to my room, locking the door. You would have thought that was the end of the story. You couldn't be more wrong. It must have been the middle of the night, i'm not sure, when i felt someone familiar crawl into bed with me: Marie. She was crying softly, and i asked her what was wrong. "You left" she said simply. "Why is that a problem?" I asked in confusion. Her reply was to grab me and kiss me, passionately and tenderly through her tears. "Because i want you, Kelli, i want you so badly it's burning me up inside." I had nothing to say. The moment was so pure, so perfect, that I did the only thing i could do: i wrapped my arms around Marie and kissed her back, the soft explorations rapidly moving into a more frenzied experience. Marie was nude, and it took me only seconds to pull of the shirt i had worn to bed. I threw the sheets and covers aside, and lowered my body down atop hers, reveling in the feel of her smooth skin on mine, her hardened nipples pressing against my breasts, the way her legs parted to let one of mine slide into place between them. Our hands explored each other thoroughly, softly caressing, sometimes squeezing gently. No hint of the games we had played earlier found their way into this moment. It was I who took it further, rotating on the bed until my lips were poised at the gates to Marie's tenderest areas, as mine hovered over her lips. My tongue touched her first, gently flicking the hard nub that was standing at attention, begging for my ministrations. A shudder ran through Marie as i sucked on it, laving it with my tongue. My fingers found their way inside her, one hand spreading her wide and the other slipping inside the oh so wet canal, curving up to find that elusive spot. As i slid the second finger inside, her lips found my clit. It was so much better than anything i'd ever felt as her wet tongue gently stroked me. I came almost immediately, my juices covering Marie's lips. I began to devour Marie, a new sense of urgency pushing me, my desire to feel her cum beneath me overwhelming all other thoughts. She didn't disappoint me; not long after my third finger slid inside her, i felt her shaking under me, crying out my name as she did. She must have been loud, i was too involved, i couldn't tell; but i definitely felt it when hands that weren't Marie's started touching me. I turned to look and found myself rolled off of Marie, with Tina's tongue darting into my mouth as she fell on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back, losing myself in the warmth of her mouth as her hands roamed my body, suprising me with their gentleness. I could hear that Sarah was in the room too; a quick glance showed her astride Marie's face, using her hands on the lower parts of Marie's body as Marie licked and sucked, bringing Sarah obvious pleasure. The night passed with more of the same. Each of us wound up with each of the others for a time, licking, sucking, and generally cumming - a lot. Tina had toys; i won't even go into the toys Tina had, but they were plentiful and effective. The memory that wakes me up in the middle of the night sweating is this: I am on all fours, horizontal on the bed. The dildo in my hand is deep in Sarah's sweet pussy as my lips devour her, and one of the fingers on my other hand gently touches the puckered ring of her ass, never actually sliding inside, just teasing. Marie, sitting on the floor, her back against the bed, is hard at work licking my dripping slit, one of her hands around my butt, pulling me down to her mouth, forcing my knees to slide further and further to the side. Her other hand is ramming 3 fingers deep into Tina's hole as she thrusts into my wanting pussy with a strap on. It was a haze of pleasure; i lost track of the number of times i came. So there it is, Dear Diary, i'm a virgin no longer. Innocence lost. But, for the joy and fun i've discovered, i don't regret the departure at all. xoxo Kelli * * * * * If you like what you read, feel free to drop me a line. Dear Diary Ch. 11 - interlude 1 - Kelli sits at her desk, writing in her always-present journal. The campus is deserted; it's Saturday after finals week, and everyone else moved out Friday. Only a few stragglers remain, those whose parents could not or would not pick them up the day before. The early morning light filters in the open shades, displaying the minimalist room, as clean as it has been at any time during the semester. Dust motes twinkle as the sunshine catches them, diffusing to cast a bronze highlight on various items in the room. Sarah left on Wednesday, and Kelli is feeling lonely as she toys with her pen on the textured paper of her journal, drawing various symbols devoid of any meaning whatsoever, even to their author. She stands, sighing, and performs a stretch that starts with her hands in the air, reaching for the ceiling, supported on the tips of her toes. Her long red hair tumbles in curls to the middle of her back, held loosely by a ribbon at her neck and another near the tip of the medusa like bundle. It accepts the kiss of the sunlight, and is suffused with a glow that turns it almost to copper, rather than its traditional hue, a dusky auburn. The shirt she is wearing rides up during the stretch, revealing light skin devoid of imperfections, and the line of her vertebrae climbing up her arched back. The blue boxer shorts hug her hips and her tight legs as she strains to reach the top. Then she collapses, bending at the waist, her hands falling to press flat against the floor, her hair flipping over to brush against the rug beneath her. Her socked feet slide sideways, and she winds up in a sideways split on the floor, her legs wide apart, her hands reaching forward, her head lying on the rug in front of her. Another sigh escapes her body as she finishes her stretch and rolls onto her back, the sunlight playing over the straight line of her body as she lays flat on her back. The shirt has ridden up, displaying the flat stomach, stretched taut, revealing the defined muscles beneath the ivory skin. She lies there, and time passes while she contemplates. There are no limits to the things she could be thinking about, and her outward display shows nothing of the inward happenings. One hand falls to her stomach, gently rubbing in large slow circles. The other hand trails languidly down her leg, the scarlet nails beginning at her knee and slowly moving towards her waist. Her excitement is betrayed by the hardened bumps rising from the t-shirt which is pulled tight across her breasts. The hand on her stomach trails up, under the shirt, and suddenly it is off, tossed softly across the room. Kelli's nipples are large, and erect with need. Her hand returns to her torso, a finger tracing the outside of her breast, circling in, ever so slowly, towards the waiting prize in the middle. The other hand continues its progression, now caressing the inside of her right thigh, the long nails raising small bumps on her flesh. The blue boxer shorts have ridden up, the wide leg holes puddled where gravity has pulled them. Kelli's hand disappears into one of those leg holes. Several things happen at once: her back arches slightly, her rear end and shoulder blades pushing into the floor. Her eyes, slightly opened against the morning light, roll backwards. Her breath shudders from her chest in a low gasping moan. And the finger that has been circling finally reaches the center, caressing the nipple it has been slowly stalking. Kelli's eyes flutter open, and she rolls gracefully to her feet. The blue boxers fall to the floor, slithering down her legs, and she steps out of them. Her hair is freed next, spreading out across her back like a fan, blowing gently in the chilly breeze coming in through the slightly opened windows. She moves slowly to Sarah's bed and lies down on her back. Both hands found their way to her breasts, massaging, kneading, gently pulling on the nipples. As she manipulated her chest, her hips started to move, almost imperceptibly circling on the bed. Her hands leave her chest after several minutes, tracing the lines of her torso from her shoulders, down her stomach, to her hips. They meet again over her belly button. One hand stays there. The other slips downward, the long red fingernail sliding over her pleasure spot, continuing down, spreading the folds that cover her gate, then sliding deep inside. She takes a deep breath, sliding the finger slowly back out, then drops her hands to either side on the bed, taking several moments just to breathe. Leaning over, she opens a drawer on the nightstand nearest the bed, Sarah's nightstand, and pulls out several objects, setting them beside her on the bed. She upends the first bottle over her chest, pouring a golden liquid from it in a line from her throat to the downy patch of dark hair, neatly trimmed, that leads down the areas that only her girlfriends have experienced. Both hands dive in then, rubbing the baby oil over the front of her body, leaving her skin slick and glistening. Both hands slide down past her navel and onward, coating her lips and the area in between, providing lubrication for the pleasure to come. For several minutes, Kelli simply revels in the slippery coating atop her, rubbing her hands quickly over all the covered areas, making herself breathe heavily, gasping at certain touches. The look on her face betrays a mind that is far away, seeing or remembering visions of pleasure, of ecstasy, of, perhaps, love, or at least lust. Reaching down, she finds another of the items she retrieved from the drawer. It is called a butterfly, and this one is particularly beautiful. Sarah has a thing for pretty toys. Rolling her legs upward, Kelli slips her feet through the straps, wriggling around and pulling the unit into place so that the main part of it sits directly on top of her clitoris. For a couple of seconds, she rolls around, finding a comfortable position. Then, with a satisfied sigh, she flicks the hand control that lay next to her. A low buzzing emanates from the device as it stimulates her, and Kelli's eyes take on a half lidded look of lust. For several minutes she lays there and lets it do its work, occasionally moaning in response to the sensation. Her lust increases, and the hand on the control moves the dial to the next setting. The buzzing becomes louder, and Kelli speaks softly "Oh... yeah... mmmmm... ah.... oh..." Her hips move more obviously, rubbing sensually against the partner that isn't there. Her hand reaches down and finds the last of the objects she retrieved from the drawer. It is about 7 inches long, black, and high tech looking. The top is rounded; the bottom is not. Kelli looks it up and down, then sticks out her long tongue, bringing the black rod to her mouth and licking it, taking it into her mouth and sucking it as she flicks the dial in her left hand to the next setting. The ebony toy is out of her mouth as she moans in pleasure at the additional vibration, her voice rising to a low yell as she repeats her litany "oh, yeah.... ummm. yeah, oh, yeah.... ahhh" over and over, her eyes closed now as she focuses totally inward, lost in the feelings she is experiencing. Her right hand slides down, under her now-raised right leg, which is bent at the knee. A slow twist of the wrist and the toy is sliding inside her, inch by inch. Her mouth is open in a wordless yell as she pants, close to being overwhelmed by all this sensation. As she slides the toy deep inside her for the first time, her left hand flicks the control to its maximum setting. Her back arches and she yells out as the adjustment occurs, the control falling to the floor as her limbs go weak. The only appendage with any remaining power is her right hand, which plunges the toy in and out of her welcoming void in a frenzy. Kelli's lips are stretched in an effort to restrain herself, but the dam quickly breaks, and she cries out at the top of her lungs "yes, oh, yes, oh, god, Marie, you're so good, oh, yes.. oh.. OH... oh, i'm cumming....." and then she loses the ability to speak, wordless as she convulses in orgasm after orgasm. Finally, after minutes of nonstop uncontrolled shaking, she is able to roll over and reach the control for the butterfly, switching it off and collapsing from the effort, panting, the sweat from her brow dripping onto the dorm room floor. She rolls over on her back and falls asleep, surrounded by the debris of the last hour. Her arms are flung out over her head, her legs flopped wide. The oil glistens on her skin, a counterpoint to the sweat drying on it, texturing her skin with its saltiness. Her hair is flung out in a fan above her head. She is pure as snow, as gorgeous as a summer afternoon, and dreams of Marie, her first lover. Occasionally she moans happily in her slumber. Several hours later, she is awakened by the sound of the car door slamming; by the time her parents arrive at her door, she has cleaned up and dressed, no hint of the earlier pleasure except for a dusky auburn glow on her skin. Her parents remark on how healthy she looks; Kelli smiles sweetly and closes the door behind her, leaving college behind for the winter break. The sunlight still sparkles in the room, but the warmth has left it; the room feels as if it is waiting, waiting for the return of its occupants, the return of the life it vicariously enjoys. The return of Kelli, and of Sarah, of Marie, and of Tina. For it knows, without a doubt, that it will bear witness to more adventures as that particular foursome moves through the years they will spend together. As Kelli closes the car door, she sighs, looking forward to the next semester... and all of the stories she will have to share. - The end, interlude one - To Be Continued... Dear Diary Ch. 12 - Jan 27 - Well, Dear Diary, i'm back to school! My holiday was great, although uneventful, with one notable exception; i'll tell you more about that later. I only got to see Marie once over break, even though we live nearby; she was on vacation with her family for 3 weeks. Not a bad way to spend a break! We're all back, i've seen Sarah, obviously, and Marie. Tina, amazingly, joined a sorority; she moved out, and Marie has a new roommate i haven't met yet, her name is Andrea. I can't imagine the sorority that would accept Tina, all i can think is that they don't know her very well. They're in for a suprise, i think. Sarah is her usual perky self; very little of her dominant streak slips out in everyday life. I think her boyfriends must be as suprised as Tina's sorority sisters are going to be. None of us currently have steady significant others of any sort; when we got involved with each other at the end of last semester, we kind of let all consideration of others go. We all pledged before we left for break to not get so wrapped up again this semester, which is good. I'm looking forward to it. Anyway, i should share the one noteworthy event of the winter break. It's kind of out there, though, i should warn you ahead of time. Very strange. It was New Year's Eve, around 3 am, when my private phone line rang. I picked up on the second ring, jolted out of my sleep, which had only begun an hour earlier at 2am. "Hello?" I asked, my voice hoarse from the cheering and celebrating only hours before. An almost giddy Marie said "Hi Kel!" "Marie!!" I exclaimed happily, "what's up, girl?" "You won't believe me if i tell you" Marie replied. "Tell me, tell me now, Marie." "Well," Marie said, "here's the picture. I'm out here in California, visiting with Tina for a few days, i'm going to catch up with my parents later. Her brother, Chris, is really cute, and i've been flirting with him back and forth, a lot. Well, tonight we all played a game together, Chris, Tina, me, and Tina's new guy Rob. The stakes were that whoever won got served by whoever lost for the rest of the night. Tina and I lost, and now we have to serve." She paused to catch her breath. I interrupted "Marie, you're crazy, why did you play?" Marie laughed "Chris dared me to. You know how i am with dares. Anyway, Tina and Rob are in the other room, i don't know what's going on in there. And i'm in here with Chris." I was confused, i admit it. "Okay, Marie, not to be rude or anything, but why are you calling me right now?" I could not, for the life of me, think of a reason. "Well, Kel, it turns out Chris is a bit of an exhibitionist. As part of my job as his servant, i had to call you." "Okay," i replied "that's really weird. What do you want me to do?" "Nothing" Marie replied, "just you listening in as i describe what's going on is all he wants." I tried to respond, but Marie continued talking. "I have to begin now, Kelli, so here's what's going on. I'm sitting in a computer chair, and my wrists are tied behind my back with some kind of rope. I've got a wireless headset on my head that i'm talking to you with. I'm wearing a white button down shirt and a black minskirt, with stockings and heels. Chris is sitting on the bed waiting for me to finish. He's in tight jeans and a white t-shirt. He's about five-nine, probably 190 pounds, blond hair and blue eyes. Very attractive." She paused for a few seconds, and then continued "He's getting up now, and taking off his shirt. He's got a hairless chest, and just a small bit of hair trailing down into his jeans." Marie was starting to sound a little turned on; i could recognize it easily, having heard it firsthand in the past. "He's unbuttoning his jeans and taking them off. Now he's wearing just a pair of boxers. I can see the bulge in the front, they're barely holding him in. Now he's walking over to me." I heard Marie moan softly, then she continued. "He's kissing my neck, and slowly unbuttoning my top, kissing each part he uncovers." I heard a quick exhalation from her, then she continued with a tremor in her voice. "He just ripped off my shirt, popping the buttons off." She said. "Now he's grabbing my breasts" she paused, i heard Chris speaking, then she continued "he wants me to talk dirty, Kel, he's grabbing my tits through my bra and squeezing them, pulling on one of my nipples that's pushing out against the bra. He's pushing my shirt down my arms, now its behind me. He's kneeling in front of me. His hands are under my ass now, squeezing it." there was a pause, and a rustle of clothing. "He just pulled my skirt off. I'm in thong panties and a matching bra now, white, and black stockings, and heels. I can see the bulge in his boxers getting bigger. His cock is huge, Kel, bigger than i've ever seen. His hands are on my panties now, he's stroking me through the fabric. MMMM..." she trailed off. "Marie," I said "are you okay with this? Do you want me to do something to stop it?" Marie answered "It feels so good, what he's doing. His fingers are under the fabric, now, stroking my clit, oh, yeah..." Then she gasped aloud. "Marie?" i asked urgently. "Kelli, his mouth is on my clit now, and his fingers are... oooh.... inside me, he's ramming them in and out while he licks me, oh yeah... Oh, God, he just ripped my bra down, Kelli, he's groping my tits with the other hand while he eats me and finger fucks me... oh, Chris, that's so good..." Marie was very turned on, now, obviously. At least she had someone to share it with. I was also turned on, and very alone. Then Marie exclaimed "Oh!" loudly, almost deafening me. "He's... he's untied me and moved me to the bed, Kel, sitting me up and tying each wrist to either side of the headboard. He's got me so wet from eating my pussy so well" (Marie was obviously trying to turn him on with the dirty talk, now; i was glad to hear she'd regained some sort of control of the situation) "i just wish he'd stick his dick in me and fill me up." She paused for a minute, then said "oh, my God. Kelli, he just took his boxers off. His cock is so big, it's got to be 10 or 11 inches long, and i don't know if i could get my hand around it. I've never seen one that big. He's standing on the bed now, walking towards me, his hands are in my hair, it's right in front...mmmph." I heard next the unmistakable sounds of a blowjob, as Chris had presumably shoved his cock into Marie's mouth. I heard moans and groans, male and female, as Marie sucked him. Finally she spoke again. "He's taken it out of my mouth... it was so big i couldn't get it all in... i can't imagine what that's going to feel like when he sticks it in me down there..." "He's untying me now, Kel... turning me around, i'm on all fours facing the wall... now he's tying my hands again. I can feel him moving around back there... Oh, yeah... he's lying underneath me now, eating my pussy again... yes, oh yes.... he's got fingers inside me, spreading me apart... his other hand is crushing me against his face, pulling me down... Oh, Kelli, i'm gonna cum... ahh.... ahh...." Marie screamed as she came, loud enough, i'm guessing, to wake everyone in the house. Soon she was panting into the phone again. "Kel, he's sliding his cock into my pussy from behind... i can feel it coming in, inch by inch, i've never been this filled before... I'm so wet it's just sliding perfectly...Now he's fucking me slow, sliding it partway in, then back out..." She stopped talking and just moaned a few times. "Oh, Kel, he's going faster now... it feels so good, but right on the edge of pain like he's going to tear me apart. His finger is rubbing up and down my butt, making me jump every time he touches my hole. Oh, now he's going even faster." I heard an occasional slap and Marie crying out in between her panting and moaning. "He's... spanking me... sometimes, in time with his... dick ramming into me..." she managed to get out in between gasps. After several seconds of only hearing the sounds of them having sex, Marie started to speak again. "He's out of me now, and moving around on the bed. He's pushing my legs apart. Oh, Kelli, i can feel his tongue on my asshole... he's licking it... his fingers are in my pussy and on my clit again.... Oh, shit, he's got his tongue inside my ass now... Oh, fuck, that feels weird.... It hurts, but not too bad, and his fingers are doing really good work..." I was panting along with Marie now. "He's got a finger in my ass now... it hurts more" she whimpered; the sound of a slap followed. "He's not in me anymore, and he's untying me. OOmph. I'm on my back now, he's holding my hands together over my head really hard." He's straddling me, and squeezing my tits together with his other hand... now he's fucking my chest, Kel.." a pause "and his cock" another pause "is hitting my lips" another "with each push." She was silent for a while; i could hear her breathing, and the sound of Chris' labored breathing as well. Then i heard her voice again. "He's moving up, Kel, he's going to fuck my face." I heard it all then, the sound of his meat sliding wetly in and out of her mouth, her heavy breathing through her nose as he used her, his moaning, her moaning, then the sound of him yelling and her swallowing, convulsively. Finally her voice came over again. "I have to go now, Kel. He came in my mouth and made me swallow it all; now he's untying me. I think we're done. I hope you don't think this was as weird as i think it was. I'm exhausted. See you in a couple weeks." I was trying to cut in "Marie... Marie!" but all i got was a dial tone. Once we got back to school, i was relieved to find that Marie was her same old self. That was a bizarre night she went through, and i don't know if i would have come out of it unscathed. All i can say is that she should really quit betting on things! And if she's going to continue... well, she just better continue to call me. :) Goodnight, Dear Diary. Dear Diary Ch. 2 I'm sitting at our table, in my seat looking over to where she used to sit. Its quite in here now. No more sounds of her. No more sweet smells from her perfume, not even the hint of her presence is here. But I'm looking into our old photo album now, pictures of us during our time together. I look now and I see she had a beautiful smile. Like a sunrise over an ocean making the waters turn red and glow with the eerie light it cast. Just reading her journal makes me wonder what I did wrong. Could it have been who I was with? Who my friends were? Where I hung out? Just reading her journal is like tapping into her mind. Such a woman who loved me… I wish I could tell her how much she means to me. Or to tell her that I'm sorry. Shit even when I look into her journal and read some of the later pages I see that I could have been wrong about the whole thing…. Was I wrong? "We have moved in together! We bought our own apartment and we have begun to be a full couple now. I love him. Each day he sends me flowers calls me up and everything. The works. Making sure I'm all right and I'm okay. Its kind of odd though. But I like it. it makes me feel needed and pampered. I just wish that he would lay down about it. sometimes he seems like he is over protective I think. But oh well. The place is wonderful. We have a skyline view of the city. Its close to our works. And its huge. Fire place, in home washer, and everything. Its ours that's what I have to say. Its his and mine. OURS. The first night we stayed in here we didn't sleep a wink. The living room was the first place we started to make love at. We danced at first listening to some soft music he put on. We had a light dinner and some red wine. It was perfect, I could have cried in his arms I was so happy. He smiled with that wonderful smile of his, I love how he smiles. It feels like its true. Like he isn't lying. I love how he holds me in his arms, holding me close and not letting me go, I lean into him and he supports me. I closed my eyes and we swayed slowly together in that moment. His lips reached mine and we kissed softly. Each pressing second was a glorious one. I could almost die of happiness. His tongue dancing over mine, our lips parted to suckle at each others. Our eyes closed, the perfect moment. We made love on the couch, he slid my dress of slowly and let it fall to my ankles and lowered to his knees before me. Caressing my sensitive areas with his lips. Lifting me up in his strong arms and carrying me over tot he couch and laying me down. I could have sworn he grinned. It looked so dirty and evil, but it gave me a shiver when he did it. I didn't like it but I loved it. it was scary but sensual. He kissed up my thighs and spread my legs wider now, he let his tongue trail up my inner thigh until he was right at my lip. Pressing it with his wet tongue and then lowering down to lap at my opening. He sends shivers up my spine doing that. I cant help myself when he does it, I lose control over my body because its so good that I cant control any part of it. just thinking about it gets me happy now. Soon after I had reached my peek he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. Laying me down softly. I felt like I was the princess in a novel that was going to be a full happy one. He crawled on top of me and kissed me. Our bodies naked on our bed. In our kingdom, where joy is always. I still remember him pushing into me. Feeling him slowly enter my body, his thick hard mass feels so good. I cant control myself when he does it, he says I lose control and scratch him on the back. I don't remember doing it though. But I see the scars and I feel embarrassed I did it. I know he liked it, we are like a married couple I think, each day now we wake up and get dressed, get into the shower and wash each other… oh yes, our first shower together in our apartment. He had me pinned against the wall, our soap covered bodies pressed together as hot water cascaded off the walls and onto the floor, his strong arms holding me up and making sure I was still as he pushed hard into me. It was the first time we did it hard. I loved ever second of it. his hard kisses, his hard pumps. It was the first time we had screamed together too. it felt liberating and very kinky. I loved it, I wish he was here right now though. He is at work and I have a day off. So I guess I'm gonna have to call him and let him have a little fun at work." Reading that passage I remember that day. She called me at work and started to tease me. My CO workers laughed cause she started to get loud and my manager eyed me funny about that for the rest of the week. I didn't know that she got that way thinking about me. I didn't know that she thought about me fully all day. I guess I just never thought about her that way. Now that I think about that day more clearly, I had gone home late on purpose. I had bought her some candies and some white wine. Walked into the apartment and saw her sitting watching TV in the dark. She looked at me almost teary eyed. As if I had done something wrong. It was because I was late I think. I didn't mean to do it. but when she saw me she got up and ran into my arms. She said she was scared of being alone and that she thought I was mad at her for doing what she did on the phone. I didn't mean to do that to her. I didn't mean that at all, she looked so scared of me. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to say. We didn't make love that night, we stayed in bed and held each other close as she fell asleep holding me tight in her arms. If only I had said it was all right, if only I had smiled to her and said it was okay. Maybe I wouldn't be alone now. But every day I read about her thoughts of me brings me closer to the truth. she did love me. Dear Diary Ch. 3 "it's been the last fight today. he is over protective of me. at first I had thought it was some overpowering love for me. but it seems that every time I try to go out with some friends to have some distance from him he starts to fight me about it and gets jealous. yes I admit at first I was clinging to him. but with time we simply need some space to be able to know that we really love each other. but ever since I have gotten a new job it seems as if I have been doing things differently in his eyes. I have to stay out later for the work to be done. sometimes I have business meetings that I have to attend to, which he dislikes. I have no space anymore. we have not had a single conversation since my work. we hardly see each other and I'm getting scared that he thinks I'm cheating on him or something. last night we tried to make love. everything was going smoothly until he pulled out and off of me, he walked away and left for the bar. right then and there. without saying a word. he never holds me anymore, its like I'm sick and dirty to him. I'm scared that he might be cheating on me. i don't want that. we have had many fights over this relationship. fights about us and our work schedules. each day I feel as if we are going to argue, each night I feel as if I'm being pushed away from him. I love him, I know I do, I would do anything for him. he just has to speak to me." reading that passage from her journal makes me wonder now why I would get into fights with her. then again finding her journal here makes me wonder why she left it. could it be that she had planned this all out and that she knew ahead of time that she was going to cheat on me. use me for whatever she needed. maybe that's why I found the diary, it was the only thing she left here. it has to be the reason why she would leave it and not tell me. I hate that, I hate how that is in my mind and that I know its the truth. maybe it is, maybe it isn't but it feels like it is. I recall one fight we had, it was our first fight. it was over a friend of hers. she worked with him. scott was his name. I remember it. he had come home with her and I wasn't there yet. I was at work on a late shift. I came into the apartment and found her sitting on the couch next to him watching a movie. I forget which, some girl movie that would make her cry and sob. but he had his arm around her, the lights were off and she was sitting next to him, holding him. that split second when she realized I was there watching her, seeing me standing there blinking at her and him, she moved away from him. she was ashamed at it. I couldn't stand it. I had to leave. Scott stood up and tried to make fun chat with me. I didn't like him. I didn't like his attitude I didn't like him sitting near my girl, MY GIRL!!! Thinking about that moment makes me realize now that she did cheat on me. Use me, take me for a ride for all I was worth. Yeah, that's the only reason. she hadn't known Scott as long as me. she hadn't known Scott as well as me. and he had the nerve to hold my girlfriend, my love, my mate, my only true thing in the world. I slugged him. I could hear her screaming something about something. I couldn't hear it I was so mad. all I knew was that he was holding my girl, and that he was probably sleeping with her. I don't like those thoughts, I don't I don't I don't each day I look around this empty apartment and wonder was it true though? was she cheating on me? is this her way of saying "Paul, your not listening to me" maybe it is, maybe it isn't but each day that I wake up in a bed that is half cold, I wonder if it was the truth. that she left her diary for me to read and understand the truth. "Its late at night, I'm writing in you, I'm sure about what I want to do, each day seems like I'm doing something wrong by staying here. My friends say he is a great catch. But then they say that he is almost like a psycho. I love him, really do, but he does not trust me. I've seen him burst into a million flames and explode. but I've seen him when he is calm and happy, and loving. I try to make sure that he knows that I love him. I call him at work now and when I'm at work to tell him I'm there. I make sure that I notify him of everything I do so that he does not get scared of what I am doing. but I feel like I'm loosing my own freedom because of this. and he is pushing me away every time I do that too. the other night he woke me up and tried to make love to me. I wasn't in the mood because he was drunk. we had gotten into an argument. i tried to tell him no, but he would not listen. I tried pushing him off but he didn't care. I cried that night in his arms, he wasn't him. he was mad at me and it showed, I don't know why, I tried to be good for him and I kept on fucking up. I tried to make everything perfect for him but he didn't like it. everything I do is falling apart. I'm scared of him now. I'm scared that he will do something bad. it wasn't my fault. I tried to show him I love him but he wont listen. I'm so scared now.... I'm thinking about leaving him. but I just hope he would believe me then before that and change his mind. and know that I do love him. I just hope he loves me in return." its been three months since I've spoken to her, those months are the hardest thing I have ever dealt with. each night I wake up in this cold apartment. no lights no music, just suffering. I read her last entry, it was to me. a letter to me. I never read it fully until now. random snips here and there. but now I read that note she left for me. she had left this journal for me. every day of our three years together. I keep on reading it over and over, knowing now what I should have known then. she did love me and it was my own pride that got in the way. it was my own fault that this ended. it was my stupid ego that made her leave. she never cheated on me. she never did such a thing. It was me, it was all my fault..... ::at 2 PM this morning a resident for the crystal ranch housing apartments was found dead in his living room. Residents called police after having to force their way into the apartment for the loud music that had been playing. A song put on continue by the group Spineshank. Residents say that the man had just recently broken up with his girlfriend. an affair that lasted three years. the residents also say that they were on a downward spiral. always fighting. today they found Paul J. Amalgam dead in his living room, he had slit his own throat and cut open his wrists. His ex girlfriend Belle Sheila had no comment for new reporters, saying only she loved him very much and that his death is a tragedy that should not have happened. Next on nightly news...