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I’m an erotica writer with a very dirty imagination.
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Alessa Stone x
After my two recent very long posts, this one is short, filthy, and hot. It’s about one morning back at university and a very naughty ten minutes that until now, I have never confessed to anyone.
It is the weekend of my 19th birthday, half way through my first year at university. I’m spending the weekend with my school friend Fiona, in her shared university house in Bristol.
Saturday night we go out, pubs and then a club. It’s Me and Fiona, her housemates Gemma and Lucy, and a bunch of their friends. Lucy has agreed to spend the night with her boyfriend so I can have her room.
We have a great time, lots of booze and dancing. I’m sort of in the mood to pull but it doesn’t happen – I get chatting to a guy and we kiss but it doesn’t go any further. I kill the disappointment by getting smashed on vodka with the girls. Gemma has more luck, she pulls a nice looking arts student, and he comes with us as we stagger back to the house.
I [f] had a weekend away a few weeks ago to catch up with an old friend who had moved away a few years ago. We were really close and her moving away was a shame. We used to share all our deepest secrets and feelings. We had kind of lost that relationship over the time she had been away but when I arrived on the Friday night we quickly caught up with all the gossip over a few drinks.
She (let’s call, Kate) lived with her boyfriend (Tom). I knew him from years ago when they first met. He is still quite fit with fairly well defined muscles. He obviously takes good care of himself as well, always has well-groomed hair and smart clothes. I definitely would jump on him if he wasn’t dating my friend.
On the Saturday morning, Kate had to pop into work for a few hours which suited me as I stayed in bed in the spare room nursing my hangover. As I lay there I could hear Tom pottering about in the kitchen and heard the sound of tea being made. I then heard him coming up the stairs. I was then surprised to hear a light tap on my door.
Ryan hauled himself out of bed at the sound of his alarm. He grimaced as he shut it off. Sitting at the foot of bed, he squinted at the bathroom door. Fucking Bentley. He was already in there, taking a shower and being the stupidly productive jackass he was.
As he rubbed a hand tiredly over his face, Ryan heard sluggish shuffling behind him. A warm body pressed up against his back. He felt bad for waking her on the weekends like this. Granted Lilah woke because she wanted to see them off, but he still felt bad.
Soft, dry lips pressed a line of chaste kisses across his back, and he shivered. Lilah pulled away a little to scratch his back gently and methodically. Every once in awhile, she would pause to focus on a certain spot before continuing. He loved when she touched him like this; she was so meticulous and attentive about it. Ryan found himself torn between falling back the fuck to sleep and being aroused beyond belief.
It was late spring in the Northwest, and my Literature of Philosophy class met outside, in the gorgeous April sun, as the professor read Voltaire in his thick French accent. It was an inter-discipline class, and upper level, so there were only about 8 bored students sitting quietly in the grass pretending to listen, but actually taking in sun and covertly watching a rowdy game of Ultimate that was happening across the quad.
I sat close to Miranda, a lovely white junior. She was dressed in a brown tank top that could not disguise her huge plump breasts, even though she was clearly wearing a strong bra underneath. Miranda pushed a lock of long blondish brown hair out of her face, and I noticed that she had a cute lovely silver loop in one nostril, and that her eyes, gleaming in the bright sun, seemed hazel with flecks of gold. She was wearing jeans over her skinny co-ed legs, which might have been a poor choice, since temperatures were sweltering. I was in a light T shirt and loose khaki shorts, which were not only cooler, but worked well at hiding the half hard boner I was getting as I gazed at Miranda’s close up tits. I saw a bead of sweat go down the side of her neck, toward the middle of her cleavage, and almost reached out to wipe it off of her fair skin- but caught myself just in time.
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Sex Ed
Sharon was a bundle of nerves as she turned into the parking lot of the condominium complex. Per his Instructions, she pulled into the assigned space nearest the staircase. A quick check of her watch showed she was thirty minutes early. This made her sigh with relief as it meant she could sit for a bit to gather herself together before going up to his place. After turning off the ignition, she reached for a copy of the Instructions. Although she had studied them for hours over the last few days, it was important to reread them again for the last thing she wanted now was to make a mistake. Not on her first time. No, this perfectionist mistress of detail could not allow that to happen. While sipping a cup of coffee she read them a few more times, visualizing each step in the process that must be followed.
Entry #2
*Bang Bang – Nancy Sinatra*
It’s been a week since I’ve last written, so I figure it’s time for an update.
Though I have been following the schedule relatively well, I’ve found that I’d rather have tasks to accomplish during the day at my convenience instead of following the rigid time schedule introduced in [Entry #1](https://www.reddit.com/r/MaxineSapphire/comments/69b49m/maxines_journal_entry_1/). While my snapchat hours will remain consistent, I’ve decided that the rest of the tasks on the schedule just need to be done by the end of the day.
What’s weird is that, just a week and a half in, I feel great. In fact, I feel incredible – today is my 10th day sober, and following all of the tasks has made my life so much simpler in a number of ways: I’m exercising more, eating better, stressing less, and sleeping earlier.
The boyfriend, having noticed my sun-kissed olive skin and the slight toning of my ass from exercising outdoors this past week, has been fucking me more frequently than usual.
Entry #2
*Bang Bang – Nancy Sinatra*
It’s been a week since I’ve last written, so I figure it’s time for an update.
Though I have been following the schedule relatively well, I’ve found that I’d rather have tasks to accomplish during the day at my convenience instead of following the rigid time schedule introduced in [Entry #1](https://www.reddit.com/r/MaxineSapphire/comments/69b49m/maxines_journal_entry_1/). While my snapchat hours will remain consistent, I’ve decided that the rest of the tasks on the schedule just need to be done by the end of the day.
What’s weird is that, just a week and a half in, I feel great. In fact, I feel incredible – today is my 10th day sober, and following all of the tasks has made my life so much simpler in a number of ways: I’m exercising more, eating better, stressing less, and sleeping earlier.
The boyfriend, having noticed my sun-kissed olive skin and the slight toning of my ass from exercising outdoors this past week, has been fucking me more frequently than usual.
I saw her getting ready in front of the mirror. Her hair was still wet and she was wearing only a bra and panties. I came up from behind and started kissing her neck. My hands were on her stomach and I teased my fingers under panty line. I began to kiss her ear and she let out a subtle moan. I knew I wouldn’t be denied this time!