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Charles Hunter took a last look at the white walls and empty rooms of his authentic 20th century five room ranch style replica. He stepped through the door and closed it quietly, but it echoed like a crash of doom. He was listening to that door close for the last time. His old life was over, a life which had once been so full, and so perfect, that he no longer wanted to live without it. Happy voices, love, and sharing, were all far behind him. They died when Delilah died. Irretrievable, unbearable, unforgettable.

“My birthday is next week you know. I hope you have something special planned for me this year,” Bill said as he set the plate down on the table.

Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others’ privacy, and also because they don’t matter.

Lisa was what they call a prima dona. She gets her nails done every two weeks like clockwork, won’t go out without her makeup on, always dresses in the latest styles, says “ish” to housework, etc. You get the idea.

We arrived at the riding school on a bright summer’s morning, Sandra, Melissa and myself, Kate. We’re all instructors at the school but we had no pupil appointments that day because the local hunt was meeting, and we were riding with it. In England, horse riding and fox hunting are so intertwined that not riding to hounds would cut us off from most of our business contacts.

Going down on my roommate, my first girl-girl experience was an astounding event in my sex life. I turned into a real pussy hound for a while. I think I was a little in love. No, I know I was in love with her. I was pussy whipped. Sexually I only thought of her for at least a month or two. I followed her around like a sad puppy sitting up, rolling over, and begging to lick her crotch.

I was at her feet, eyes lowered, when she told me to start worshipping her pussy. I did so, with so much eagerness to pleaseand practiced fervor – but she would not have it. She grabbed my hair and yanked back and down, making me lose my balance and making me fall on my back from my knees.

I was 19 years old attending my first year of college and need extra money to help pay for books and things. My mother, a LPN that did in-home nursing, offered me a job to stay overnight at an elderly man house to help her out. Three nights a week I would have to spend the night over at the elderly gentleman’s house after college. This arrangement was excellent for me because it allowed plenty of time to do homework and study for my classes.

Dear Michelle:

“Why are you pouting?” he asked rather confused.

I looked up at the clock and smirked quietly, while watching TV, flipping through channels. The pizza was 30 minutes late. This increased the chances that I would be getting my bread sticks for free. I loved being able to find triumph in disaster. I heard, finally, a tap on my door, and hopped up, knowing it could only be the delivery guy, with an excuse armed and ready. I opened the door, looking at my watch, and looked up from it to find a very lovely, petite brunette, her hair done up in a bun, which was held in place by what reminded me of chopsticks. She looked at me and smiled softly. Being bisexual, I of course, took the time to notice the girls just as much as the guys.

Hi again, it’s me Ellen with another little story from my not at all boring life. If you read “Two on One” you know that I have this girlfriend Liz who sometimes stays over and share my husband Brian. Liz is extremely pretty and kind of exotic looking with long dark hair; She’s in her late forties, 5’7”, about 125lbs with rather large 36D breasts, long legs and a shaved pussy and Brian tells me that she has the tightest pussy he has ever fucked (makes a little jealous – but I know he loves and adores me).

Residing in the suburban area of a large city of the United States, Amy lived alone, working her way through college. Studying ancient history, the exquisite young lady wanted be an archeologist when her education was completed. This, however, was a few years off. For now, the student merely went back and forth from home to school, going to her part time job in the evenings. Being employed by a data processing company, her function in this establishment was to write different programs for the computers that the company uses. Amy was quite good at it, for computer programming was a self taught hobby of hers. Wanting to research archeology better, she taught herself about data processing. Furthermore, after gaining the useful knowledge, our lady simply started writing programs on the side. One day, she found an add in a newspaper asking for a programmer. Answering it, she went there for an interview; they hired her, seeing that she had what it takes.

After spending the day exploring a couple of towns in the Italian Alps, near the Swiss border, the last thing I wanted to do was laundry, but I had no choice. I had run out of underwear the day before and I had one more pair of clean socks.

“Samantha Only Does Black”

Loving Milk

English was not one of my better grades. I had decided to head back to college and try my hand at getting a Bachelor of Arts Degree but at the same time I had to pass English. This was not looking good. I was having a lot of problems writing my essays, which was the biggest part of the English course. Every time I thought I had my studies down pat, something happened and I just couldn’t put my work in words…

Two years ago, when I was dating my future husband Bill, we parked his van near a very secluded beach. We walked hand in hand along the shore talking about our wedding and honeymoon plans. As we watched the sun set we started to kiss passionatly. As I’m not all that fond of making love in wet sand, I suggested that we go back to the van. We figured that since no one else had been around for a couple of hours we’d be safe. Very soon we had that old van really rocking.

Hoping to catch a glimpse of his latest girl she crept past the bedroom and peered through the crack. Mr. Collins was alone, lying on his bed, stroking his cock. Paulina couldn’t look away. She expected a girl to appear at any moment but no one did. She grew wetter at the thought of catching Mr. Collins alone, his cock in need, and no one around to service him but her.

What follows is a brief description of some of the sexual experiences of a young girl in 1840s America called Nancy. She lived on a small farm just over a day’s ride from the nearest town, which was small in any case, just a church, a saloon, some stores and a few houses. She lived with her three older step-brothers and her Pa (who was really her step-father – her father died just before she was born and her mother just after she turned 10), and a few farmhands: four black men and a fat white man who bullied them. They were fairly poor, she hardly ever had new clothes, only her brothers’ old clothes and what was given by relatives, and she had to sleep in a room with her youngest step-brother, four years her senior.

Dear Nina –

Audrey watched the flags flutter in the wind along the plush Coral Bay neighborhood. Sea gulls floated on the stiff breeze, somehow managing to sit stationary in the wind, while looking over Audrey, resting on a rock below.

Judy and Claudi had just seduced Mr. Connors. As they left his office Claudia asked Judy if she had thought any more about when or how they would get with Ted. “Well next week the plant is closed down so there won’t be many people working in the office” replied Judy. “I think only the Sales Manager, his secretary, Ted, you and I will be in the office”.

This is a story about a couple giving pleasure to each other,