Sex Girl Diary

She is ninety – it’s the great event and it was yesterday! My granny Rose as a real queen of family was sitting in the easy chair dressed in gorgeous snow-white vintage dress in the midst of her kith and kin, surrounding by the huge bunches of her favorite scarlet roses. As she is on modern lines her make-up was perfect and waved hair fell on her shoulders.

All guests congratulated her heartily, delighting with granny’s cheerfulness and a retentive memory. Oh, I think in my ninety, sure if I live till her years, my minds won’t be so clear and I’ll be forgetting all my friends and maybe even relations. Thank heaven, I write my diary – I’ll be able to refresh my memory in any moment!

My aunties and uncles asked me about my life and future husband with big interest as if I’m old maid. I should have planned my answers beforehand, but as I was upset with preceding events, I forgot about it and answered with small replies without details. At last granny Rose rescued me from those questions, asking me to sit down beside her. She stroked my hair, whispering the words of consolation to me about my future happy life with beloved man and those words were as balm on my broken heart.

Looking on my granny I thought about my grandpa who died many years ago and their love so cloudless and happy. I was always dreaming about such love full of fondness, warm fillings and care of each other. Falling asleep, I promised to myself – I’ll find my love for sure.

Well, sex with James was hot and unexpected but I had never one with any friend. What prompted me to have done it – his helpless boozy condition or my fit of anger calling by his girl’s words about my slutty nature – I don’t know. James was a little confused after all and had begged pardon from me but I was satisfied though my heart was full of mixed feelings.

I felt hurt as my friend was thinking about my debauchery but for all that James started strip-show so just he was going to be my hot-lover in that evening. Sure I had known he was very upset and drunk but he should be more cautious and he shouldn’t let me tell with his girl who made me so burning with evil passion as if thousand of devils started to tear my soul to small shreds making me the mad fury. And I think her words about sex with my Rod were the last drop as I know – my love to him still strong although my life is full of new lovers but it’s only sex and no more.

It’s very unjustly if someone tells smutty stories about me. I sure she’ll ‘let the cat out of the bag’ and all my friends will know about me the mix of truth and lie (mainly lie!). Well, my tranquility and smile will be answer on all tricky questions about my sexual life and I’ll be never showing my intimate feelings!

It’s very difficult – to find the true friends and it’s so easy – to lose them! Maybe, I was mistaken thinking I have a good many friends. Now I have known – they’re only ‘buddies for parties’. I think the true friend always takes my part if something happens and he or she won’t tell about me nothing bad – only give countenance to me, saying “Anna, you’re right!” If I’m wrong, true friend will understand and tell me about my mistakes. But he will never be offending even if he doesn’t agree with my behavior or point of view on something.

This day was terrible. My phone was ringing without stopping as if it was my birthday. But it was ‘day of reckoning for sins’. All my friends were very puzzled with news about my moral fall with James. Oh, sure Kelly (his ex-girlfriend) told ‘confidentially’ all about it ‘for the public weal’ notifying about my ‘ignoble ability for using boyfriends of her best pals for dirty games’. Damned gossip, her words prompted everybody to break with me and only Lisa took my side. None of them listened to my interpretation of this story and at last I cut off my phone. Well, I thought, I have my PC and Internet and I’ll never stay alone!

My boozy buddy

Sometimes even old friends are able to do so strange things! I satisfied myself of it – oh, my god, it was inconceivable but very spicy at once! Sex with friend! I have never thought about it and I was sure – it’s happens but with another girls, not with me. Really, having many friends generally men, I was merely the woman-friend for them.

All that day I was going to seek a new lover, but I was in bad mood. Suddenly I have heard the door’s ring – it was my old friend James, living in the neighborhood of me. He was out of tune with his girl, having great quarrelling with her through their sexual life. He told me she’s very impassive in bed, but he’s very active and after all they have decided to break with each other.

My first reaction was attempted to put his mind at rest, but he was very astir. He drank whisky from bottle, becoming boozy very quickly and his drunken tears dropped from his eyes. I tried to stop him, but nothing helped. Sucking out the entire bottle, he decided to show me his penis, telling about its hardness and firmness during sex. I was shocking and started to persuade him out of this show but his decision was definitive. Well, I thought, he’ll show it and clear off my house. But I was mistaken.

My smooth masseur made an indelible impression on me. All day I looked like stupid spooney girl, having so fantastic sex in first time. Right up till the evening my feelings became cold. Well, I thought, my tender lover was very classy, but my sex-experiments yet don’t stop.

Looking through the new “Cosmopolitan”, I hit on the whole section about summer travels. How many beautiful sunlit beaches; palms, growing near the sky-blue water; exotic koalas, lizards, fishes and so on…Oh my God, those paradisiacal views were so alluring and I was immersed in the dreams about breathtaking adventures on the one of beaches.

…I’m basking in the sun, lying topless on the cane-chair near the ocean and warm water wash round my feet and ankles. The wide-brimmed straw hat on my head protects my hair from burning hot sun. Suddenly the sexy male voice calling my name and I turn with great reluctance. The real Greek God, tall and tanned with beach-towel winded round his hips stand near me…

…Our interlacing bodies very hot and angry, our lips find each other, our craving - to merge in great fun. My stranger, kissing my warmed tits and seeking by his rocky-hard cock my wetting puss, moans with passion. Penetrating the pink cave, he kisses my juicy lips, capturing my breath. Ah, I’m waving on the clouds of pleasure while he’s slowly moving inside me…

…He kisses me for the last time, easily stroking my tousle hair and saying ‘good-bye’ disappears in the night air…Oh, it’s only my dreams, evoking by the views from magazine!

Part 3. Sweet payoff

My heart was beating as a bird in cage and only one idea was in my head – when he fucks me at last, I’m so wet and hot and my pussy will burst right now! But my masseur continued this sweet torture, stopped on pubis and caressing it. I saw his penis, enlarged on my eyes and ready for actions.

With all my might I tried didn’t touch his member and shut my eyes again, listening to my feelings. My body was trembling; my oiled nipples became harder, my legs moved apart and my clit and lower lips breathed of passion.

Alan’s hands, caressing my thighs from knees and higher, moved towards my puss, oozing by honey dew. I was serpentine as a snake. When his finger faintly touched my clit, I burst out in so strong and obsessive orgasm that my body barely slid down from the bed. Oh, it was super sweet spasm!

Coming to myself and opening my eyes, I saw smiling Alan with still erected cock. He moved me to the edge of bed holding my legs and my ass on the half was in air. Placing the pillow under my buttocks and my ankles on his shoulders, he strongly thrust my wet pink cave by his hard rod. It was so fantastic! Moving inside me, he squeezed my tits with great passion and kissed my belly, licking the navel.

Hardly moaning and crying, I felt the oncoming of another apogee. Alan’s pushes started to be more and more rapidly, his hands squeezed my body more strongly and suddenly he gave a scream and his pulsating cock inside me started to shoot by the hot sperm. In that moment my love muscles was shivery from the second cumming. Ahh, our bodies were merged, flying in heaven of rapture…

Part 2 The ocean of bliss

Sweetly moaning, with shutting eyes, I luxuriated under Alan’s hands. Oh God, my ass was very alluring for those fingers which easily thrumming on surface, softly moving apart and drawing together my buttocks as if kneading a paste. Moving asides my legs, Alan reached by his hands my sweetest nook and dipped forefinger into my pink cave, wetting to this moment. Gently penetrating it on the all length, he stopped therein on one instant and very slowly came out.

Passing my ass, his oiled palms moved lower, stroking my thighs. Then locking on my knees and started caress it by round motions. In that moment all my body sank in ocean of unearthly bliss and if I would like to rise I won’t be able to do it. I have never known the great sensitiveness of these my nooks under the knees. While I was enjoying and easily groaning, the hands continued manipulations with my shanks, stroking it up and down as if smoothing out my skin. And at last, reaching my feet and tickling the soles, touching each my toes very softly, the hands stopped.

Not long after the voice asked me turn on the back and I obeyed unwillingly. Opening my eyes, I have seen the nude man with half-erected penis. Now he stood near my face and the helmet of his member hung over my lips. I opened my mouth trying to catch it, but Alan shook his head and placed his hands on my tits. As his fingers still were covered by oil, the hands slid very easily. At first, Alan’s forefinger moved around nipples making them swollen and horny, then switched over to my tits, stroking them as if it was his first bare female breast before him. Then very slowly hands slid to my belly, caressing all over and titillating my navel and at last, reached the pubis…

Part 1. Invisible masseur

Turning on my PC, I started to choose the new claimant on the role of my one-night-lover. As the choice was very wide, I picked out the first-caught message. He was middle-aged man, Alan, offering the classy massage. Why no, I thought, and dialed. Pleasant voice answered me, asking about my favorite aroma. I always took pleasure in rose’s fragrance and told him about it. Approving my partiality, he invited me to his house in two hours.

Quickly put myself in order, dreaming about bliss which I’ll get after massage, I reached his house. The entrance was half-open and I slipped in the hall. The utter darkness reigned therein and only in one room the light shimmered softly as in the magic cave. With beating heart I opened the door and saw the bed covered only one sheet. The aroma of roses, flowing in air was so celestial and it enraptured me.

Suddenly the male voice reached my ears, offering me to undress and lay down on the bed. Obeying to this invisible voice, I put my clothing off, staying only in strings and bra and was lowered on the belly, enjoying by the pleasant tenderness of velvet sheet, fondling all my body. However my new prince kept me waiting and I fell asleep little by little, under aroma’s influence.

Easy touches of caressing oiling palms awoke me. Finger-tips slowly slid along my spine, slightly tapping my skin, up and down, the several minutes. Then the motions started to be more intensive and already the whole palms joined in job doing the round movements on my back. The hands unclasped of my bra, taking it off and my bare breast felt the freedom. I wished to see my masseur and wanted to turn, but his arms didn’t let me had done it, pressing me to the bed. Well, I thought and prepared for new actions.

Moving lower, chafing the back on the way, hands reached my loin, touching the strings, slowly slid under and pulled it off to middle of my hips. My ass was in power of these hands. At first, easily patting my buttocks and then delicately moving them apart, the hands started moving toward my chocolate hole, caressing between the hips. I felt the sweet bliss in all my body, coming down and reflecting on my crotch…Oh, these recollections make me so feverish and I’ll continue my story a little later on.

My calm and measured life, finishing with Rod’s departure, start to be more strained and interesting at last time. Thinking about all these men, who send messages to me, inviting to the dates, I understood – the different acquaintances will make me more experienced and may be I’ll meet my destiny. Reading the mail, I puzzled at choosing – who will be my new lover.

I think my sexual life, becoming so changeable, will lead me to nowhere. But again I wouldn’t stay along and some man could give me a little happiness, making me sexier. I know the good orgasm is the best remedy from heart’s and body’s aches.

Only one idea disturbs me – if I’ll have sex with different guys, won’t think about love, how I’ll manage my senses? Without sympathy for my partner, I won’t relax and get satisfaction.

Well, finally I had good sex with Eddy and I think in next time it’ll be fantastic too. By the way, he phoned me repeatedly interesting to my health, but didn’t offer the date. O.K., I’ll test another guy. Tomorrow.

The last days were very hard to me as I had “curse of Eve”. My head was bursting from pain and I felt whacked. Every day I was lying in my bed, covered by blanket and remembering the different events of my life.

My minds flew away in my past, when I found the puppy near my house. He was very small and helpless and I took him with me. Oh, his tail, turning from side to side, his tiny tongue, trying to lick my hands, so touching attempts to lap the milk…All this reduced me to tears of tender emotion. On the collar was phone number and I understood – he’ll never be mine. I phoned and joyful girl’s voice answered. That girl was my neighbor and after all we were often playing with puppy together…

I know, many people take a dog in their family, but not all of them be able to love puppies, and at last they turn out the poor dogs. And I dream about time, when all people will understand – they must to be responsible for each small or big nature’s creature!

The odoriferous aroma of fresh-boiled coffee awoke me. Oh, it was lovely morning! Luxuriating in the bed, I remembered my yesterday’s games and thought why the better part of men chooses the virgins. The cherry as a rule haven’t the sexual experience and they are motionless, and don’t relax. But my friends unanimously cast the votes for girls, hadn’t a man before. It’s very strangely, by my mind, though in the old time the lords raised a claim to ‘first night’, fucking the brides-virgins.

My reflections were interrupted by Eddy, coming in the bed-room dressing only in trunks and handing the tray with cup of coffee and rolls. Smiling he said good-morning and sat down near me. Sipping coffee, I asked why a man always prefers the cherry. He got red and confusedly answered me the virgin better because she doesn’t compare her first lover with previous man as she hadn’t him before. But not all his friends are dreaming about such girl and nearly a half of them have a fancy for hot sluts who fucking with fire and very skilful in the bed. As for him, he was never making love with virgin, but dreamed about an innocent body. He asked me, really I had sex at first last night, but I only smiled in answer.

He took away the tray from my knee and lifted the blanket. Waggishly screaming I pulled it on my side, covering my naked body. But as Eddy was very persistent, blanket flew away on the floor. Oh, he was a real tiger at that moment. His eyes, flaming of passion, enraptured me and I felt a burn in my pussy. Toppling me on the sheet, Eddy pulled off his trunks, uncovered his swollen dick and gently taking my legs under the knees, moved apart them. He placed his head between my hips and his hands slide under my buttocks, raising my ass a little. My God, I felt his kisses, covered my pussy’s lips and then his tongue penetrated in the heart of my shivery and pulsating flesh. Reaching my bud, he started to flick it easily at first and then the more rapidly, making me wet and choking with passion.

Then he moved onward, kissing my belly’s bottom and handling my tits on the way. After that, he turned and his erected cock came to be in front of my eyes. Eddy kneeled down and his head dived into my pussy again. Slightly bent over my mouth, he started to lick my hot lips inviting me to taste his manhood. I touched his tip by my lips very softly, tickling the foreskin and handling his perfect ass, feeling a great enjoyment in my love nest. I felt his pulsating cock eager to slide into my mouth, but I only teased him, stroking his balls and gently gripping them, licking the tip.

Meanwhile, Eddy licked my bud stronger and faster, nibbling it and his tongue reached to entrance of my wet cave. Oh, it took my breath away! I let to rocky-hard cock bit by bit to slide into my mouth, feeling every inch of him. My pussy flamed under Eddy’s flicks and I sensed I was nearly the finish. I started to suck the sweet cock more intensively and at last Eddy burst inside me, pumping my mouth by his cum. At the same time my body bent, shaking in sharp orgasm…