deliciously_naughty
One Sexy Mama
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Re: Nicely done
thanks
already submitted, though
Dirt Man said:
thanks
already submitted, though
New chain story... Blossoming Rose.
- Thread starter cahab
- Start date
CharleyH
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Agree with DM. Loved how she gets afraid and then breaks into fantasy.
And yes, thanks. Wonderful job of setting me up. I was hoping, praying that Diana would have a roommate to work with. Whether or not this person will be the 'one,' I will discover as soon as I write the first word.
"Off to work I go."
One clarification: The tour is in the U.S. correct? Anyone have a problem with NYC as a first stop? Or was there a mention of the first stop being somewhere else?
And yes, thanks. Wonderful job of setting me up. I was hoping, praying that Diana would have a roommate to work with. Whether or not this person will be the 'one,' I will discover as soon as I write the first word.
"Off to work I go."
One clarification: The tour is in the U.S. correct? Anyone have a problem with NYC as a first stop? Or was there a mention of the first stop being somewhere else?
cahab
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Superb job, DN. Loved every minute of it, got me hot and left me wanting more. Five out of five without hesitation.
I did intend it to start in the states, yes, but there is plenty of scope for it going worldwide, with the occasional visit back to dear old blighty. She can basically go anywhere the writer is familiar with.
CharleyH said:
I did intend it to start in the states, yes, but there is plenty of scope for it going worldwide, with the occasional visit back to dear old blighty. She can basically go anywhere the writer is familiar with.
deliciously_naughty
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Thanks guys..can't wait to see where you take it!
damppanties
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Great one DN. 
My chapter is up but the link at the end didn't come out clickable. I wonder why. The link to the story - Blossoming Rose Ch. 02.
Read 'n' vote!
My chapter is up but the link at the end didn't come out clickable. I wonder why. The link to the story - Blossoming Rose Ch. 02.
Read 'n' vote!
CharleyH
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Thursday
Diary, I haven’t written in several days. Been busy ‘packing.’ Sorry.
This is so exciting. New York City. The Big Apple. I can’t believe I’m here! But, I’m too tired from the flight and the time change to explore the city tonight.
My new roommate, Mackenzie, they call her Mac for short, is very nice but, well, different. What I mean is that she’s not like me. In fact, I would say that she is my complete opposite even though we’re the same age. She’s much more outgoing than I am, and seems to have been around the block more than once or twice, though not as much as Marie I’m sure.
I think she might be a lesbian. She has short hair. No, not because of her short hair. It’s kind of difficult to describe. It’s her energy. I just think she might be a lesbian, but I can’t really tell you why. Maybe it’s just me because, well, because I’ve been thinking about Marie since last week.
In any case, Mac is a bit on the wild side. Oh, but she has a beautiful and feminine coffee toned face. Her hair is kind of punky short and yellow on the sides, and she gels the slightly longer, orange hair on top into a spiky look. I sat beside her on the plane, so we talked a lot.
She hangs out in raves, plays a guitar, and she has a piercing. Actually, she has more than one. She has a diamond stud in her nose, and a ring in her bottom lip, and she claims that her nipples are pierced. I wonder if she has one of those rings in her, well, area?
Oh! The thought of the pain sends a shiver up my spine. But I do wonder?
She’s nice and very easy to talk to. I think we’ll get a long fine.
Anyhow, I’m too tired to go on tonight. It was a long flight.
* * *
Sunday:
Dear Diary,
Well there was no fooling around. Mac, me and the other girls were put right to work and it hasn’t been easy.
I never thought women could be so, well, bitchy. Really. And demanding. Forget the word gopher. It’s slave work!
The girls on tour get along well enough, but one of the dancers is a real bitch. I won’t mention any names though. Marie has known her for a while and jokes, “she just hasn’t had a good lay in years.”
The others are nice and I have heard some hilarious stories from one of the dancers, Amber. Her stage name is Demi because she said, “people kept telling my I looked like Demi Moore, so I went with it.”
Her real name is Ambrosia. Amber is what she prefers.
Anyhow. Enough. Sorry, but I have a date with, and I say this with pride, my vibrator. Time for bed. Tomorrow’s my last day before I actually get a day off.
* * *
Wednesday:
Diary,
It’s three in the morning, and I can’t sleep.
Oh. My. God.
It was my day off. I was going to explore New York, but Amber caught me before I left, “Honey, I need some more tampons. I know it’s your day off, but could you run to the store and grab me some?”
“Sure,” I said. I couldn’t refuse Amber. After all, she gave me the biggest tips.
Oh. My. God. I need to catch my breath here.
When I returned with her tampons, I knocked, and she yelled for me to come in. I opened the door and she was sitting in the bathroom on the edge of the bathtub, shaving her pussy.
“Thanks, hon,” she turned her head toward me as I placed the box on the sink, and then she sat in the tub and immersed in the water, “don’t go anywhere.”
I stood there as she washed herself. A bit embarrassed, I almost turned away, but I had seen most of the dancers naked already, and I've been feeling a bit braver. She had a beautiful body. Flawless really. Besides, I’m not sure that I’d seen a completely bare pussy that up close and personal before, well, at least not since Lisa Miller and I examined each other for signs of pubic hair way back when.
But, I couldn’t imagine having one myself. That would be like, like not wearing underpants!
“Aren’t you afraid of, um, cutting yourself?” I was inquisitive.
“You’ve never shaved your pussy?” she said as if it was all the rage.
“I can’t imagine shaving it,” I told her.
“I waxed my pussy once,” she confessed.
“Waxed?” I cringed. “Didn’t that, well, hurt that area?”
“That area?” she glanced at me chuckling as she gabbed some moisturizing lotion and caressed it over her shaved mound and across her groin.
“Yes, you know,” I said.
“Of course I know,” she laughed again. “Pussy is the word you’re searching for I think.” Amber stood from the tub, dried her body, and wrapped a towel around herself, tucking it fixed in her cleavage.
“Yes, that.”
“That?” she teased me. “Surely you must call ‘that’ something?”
Now that I think about it Diary, I’d never called it anything out loud. I can write pussy, but I’ve never actually said the word. Especially in public, and even with Kevin, I’d only ever called it ‘the area.’
“I don’t like the words for it,” I said.
“As mysterious and secret as Area 51 is it?” she laughed.
I remember laughing, but I think it was more out of embarrassment then anything else.
“You want to try shaving area 51 Diana?” Amber coaxed.
“I wouldn’t know how. I’d probably shake myself into self-mutilation.”
“Well, I’ll do it for you. I’m an expert,” she offered.
Each day I seem to learn more and more about Amber, and like Marie, she seems to have few limits to her talents.
“Go out there, pull off your pants and lay on the bed.”
I swear, I gasped in horror. She picked up on this right away.
“Don’t be so reserved. Live a little.”
Reserved, well, at least she didn’t use the word frigid. But it started me thinking that she was right. I should live a little, and shaving my pussy was a step. Why not take a chance? It wasn’t as if I was getting a tattoo or a piercing like Mac had tried to talk me into. It would grow back if I didn’t like it. But actually Diary, I was more apprehensive than I’m letting on.
“I don’t have to take off my shirt or anything?” I asked walking into her hotel room, and standing between the two beds.
“Not unless you have a hairy chest,” she burst out laughing.
She brought out a plastic sheet. I think it was the bag from the garbage, and she tore it into a small blanket. She smoothed it onto the bed, stretched out three fluffy white hotel towels on top, and went back into the bathroom and turned on the tap.
As the sound of the water rushed into the sink, I stood there between the beds wondering what the hell I was doing. How was I supposed to just take my pants down? Should I crawl up on the bed and spread my legs, or should I wait until she came back? I couldn’t decide.
The tap stopped, and Amber emerged with a bucket steaming with hot water, and a lotion of some sort in her other hand.
“Well?” she said moving by me and placing the bucket on the table between the beds.
‘Well indeed’ I thought and sat down on the bed, removed my pants and panties and tossed them onto the other bed.
I kept my socks on.
Amber laughed. “Di, you’re too funny. Take off your socks, they’ll get wet.”
It was bad enough that I was just about to expose my most private self to Amber, until a recently I could barely even touch it myself, but to take off my socks too? It was too much. But before I could even think anything else, she was on her knees grabbing my ankle, then the other and yanking off my socks.
‘It’s just a friendly shave’, I thought. A friendly shave. Holy crap! I was nervous again, but I wanted to prove to her that I could let loose and live a little. I wanted to prove it to myself. I lifted my knees into the air, closed my eyes and spread my legs.
“It’s not a gynaecological exam,” she giggled. “Just relax.” She put her hand on the top of my knee, and gently coaxed my legs down. “Just put one of your feet under your knee,” she softly told me.
“A guy I slept with shaved me once,” she confessed dipping the washcloth into the hot water. “It was such a turn on that we ended up having the best sex of our whole affair.”
Diary. At this very moment, with my legs spread, this was not something I needed to hear! I had been fantasizing about Marie since last week, and considering whether Mac was a lesbian. I was nervous with parts of my body, that I myself have never seen, exposed and opened to Amber, but then I started fantasizing, ‘was she going to jump me?’ I had to get it out of my thoughts. I didn’t want to get turned on with her so, so close.
“Just remember to relax,” she said and pressed the cloth across my sparse pubic hair.
The water was hot. My body tensed from the shock as it trickled over me.
“Too hot?” she asked.
“No, it’s fine,” I said. The heat of the water dripped down the folds of my pussy, and as it cooled between my buttocks I felt a shiver in my legs.
“Well, we won’t have to trim,” she told me and placing some shaving gel onto her fingers, she lathered it over my pubic hair, down the fleshy folds of my lips, and spread it between my cheeks.
I tensed as my thighs tingled trying to hold my nervousness.
She dipped the razor into the bucket and swished it around, then leaned forward, her long hair brushed my belly. “Oh, my hair,” she said, and grabbed a band off the side table, and put her hair in a ponytail.
“So. Bald?” she smiled.
With as much reluctant enthusiasm as I could muster, I gulped, “all the way!”
‘Here goes nothing,’ I thought.
Again she dipped the razor into the steaming water, and began shaving me in steady strokes from my mound, downwards. It tickled at first, but it felt strangely, well, I was feeling a bit sexy like the first night I went to the strip club.
It was very intense the way she looked at my pussy. She had this gentle concentration in her eyes, as if nothing mattered but my pussy, as if with every stroke of the razor across my body was a careful and sensual manoeuvre. I was mesmerized suddenly, and I relaxed a bit.
She swished the razor into the bucket, and shaved upwards, and again back down. She cleaned the razor with every couple of strokes. I marvelled at her care, at her gentility.
“Spread your legs a bit more,” she asked.
I suddenly didn’t mind. I didn’t know what she was about to do, or how she was going to do it, but the anticipation excited me in a strange way. She pulled my lips, and the razor grazed close to my clit. I tensed.
“Relax, I’ve done this a hundred times,” she gave me a moment to relax then shaved again.
“Turn over, with your ass in the air.”
I admit, I felt a bit awkward at this command, almost embarrassed, but one cannot have a half-shaved pussy, and I turned, ass in the air, almost letting out a nervous giggle.
“Good girl,” she said and patted my butt. I liked her words, if fact, I felt like I was accomplishing something, proving that I could ‘let loose and live a little.’ She parted the cheeks of my ass. I closed my eyes feeling her hands and then the warm strokes of the razor.
I felt the water again, a warm bath as she trickled it between by cheeks. I turned over on my back and felt the water spreading over every inch of my pussy. She sponged between every crevice until all of the foam was gone. I felt a shiver through my thighs, and a rising pulse in my belly.
She squeezed some sort of lotion into her palm, it didn’t feel like moisturizer and it smelled like strawberries. She warmed and spread it between her palms, then massaged into my mound. Her fingers explored over my lips caressing the softness of my new silken skin.
She caressed the hood of my clit lightly with her palm then moulded her fingers to my body. Gently, with her thumb and finger, she teased my hood back and forth and as my clit exposed to the air, I shivered and felt it erect. My heart raced, my hole started pulsing. I didn’t know there were so many parts to my pussy, and as she found each and every one of them, I discovered new sensations I’d never felt before.
She gently spread my lips with her fingers and by this time I could feel the warm liquid from my pussy sliding down my ass. I’ve never had such a clear feeling of my own body. It was as if the shave made me extra sensitive.
She inserted a finger inside of me, a very light touch then slowly she increased the amount of pressure. I moaned and closed my eyes, too afraid to look, too afraid to say anything really.
Her hand slid down my thigh, across my ankle, then back up again she breezed her touch over my clit.
I opened my eyes. She looked at me smiled and lowered her head.
A rush of excitement burned through me as her head went down and her lips pressed onto my clit. A rush of wetness streamed from my hole, and my clit swelled. I wanted her mouth on my nipples, but didn’t want her to take her lips away from my pussy, and I raised my hands to my swelling breasts, under my shirt, and squeezed, caressed, then circled my nipples with my fingers.
Her towel slipped from her body, and I fell into the moment.
She glided her tongue between my grooves and crevices. I moaned as her lips pulled my flesh and my chest pulsed as she circled her tongue around my hole, and dipped inside of me. She journeyed to my buttocks, circling, tickling breezing around the opening.
I gasped feeling one of her long fingers press slowly inside my pussy and out. Her thumb pressed a little into my ass. I gasped, but was so turned on, and so wet that it didn’t matter. I looked down at her afraid, and then calmed as her tongue twirled around my clit.
My body heated and rose. I thought my pussy was going to explode. I wanted more. I grabbed her head, I couldn’t believe I did that, and I pulled her closer. She moaned and I suddenly felt that my pussy must be delicious. I felt elated by her sounds and wrapped my legs around her. She plunged onto my clit, sucking, licking, drawing me into her mouth. I twisted and moved my hips, teasing my nipples more feverishly, my clit swelled, tension burned, rose, electric through my thighs and buttocks and I swelled, exploded into her mouth, rising, subsiding, throbbing contacting. My god!
Diary. It was incredible. I’d never felt that before, never felt anything like that before. If I knew what a multiple orgasm was, I was sure that I must have had it.
I’m laughing. I can’t believe how good I feel. I almost need to pull out the vibrator, but with Mac sleeping in the other bed? Well, I wouldn’t want her to wake up. But then, I do want her to wake up! Not to see me masturbating. God no! I want to shake her awake, tell her what happened today. I want to rush into Marie’s room, and tell her about it! But I’m not too uncomfortable saying anything to anyone yet.
Oh, by the way I found out that Mac is bi, not a complete lesbian. I wonder, am I a complete Lesbian?
Lesbian. Lesbian. What is a lesbian, and do I fit into that category? Why do I have to label myself at all? Perhaps I just have a ‘romantic friend.’ Maybe I’m just lesbian-like, but not really a lesbian?
When Amber put her finger in my ‘pussy’ and pressed my, what does one call the other hole really? Is there a good word for it? I’m liking the word pussy. My pussy. I want to say it out loud!
Anyhow, what I was trying to say was that I felt I needed more. There was something that I needed. As if somehow, I needed to be filled. If I can get up the nerve, maybe I’ll talk to someone about it, but Diary, you are the only one I can trust with my secrets so far. Thanks for being here.
Diary, I haven’t written in several days. Been busy ‘packing.’ Sorry.
This is so exciting. New York City. The Big Apple. I can’t believe I’m here! But, I’m too tired from the flight and the time change to explore the city tonight.
My new roommate, Mackenzie, they call her Mac for short, is very nice but, well, different. What I mean is that she’s not like me. In fact, I would say that she is my complete opposite even though we’re the same age. She’s much more outgoing than I am, and seems to have been around the block more than once or twice, though not as much as Marie I’m sure.
I think she might be a lesbian. She has short hair. No, not because of her short hair. It’s kind of difficult to describe. It’s her energy. I just think she might be a lesbian, but I can’t really tell you why. Maybe it’s just me because, well, because I’ve been thinking about Marie since last week.
In any case, Mac is a bit on the wild side. Oh, but she has a beautiful and feminine coffee toned face. Her hair is kind of punky short and yellow on the sides, and she gels the slightly longer, orange hair on top into a spiky look. I sat beside her on the plane, so we talked a lot.
She hangs out in raves, plays a guitar, and she has a piercing. Actually, she has more than one. She has a diamond stud in her nose, and a ring in her bottom lip, and she claims that her nipples are pierced. I wonder if she has one of those rings in her, well, area?
Oh! The thought of the pain sends a shiver up my spine. But I do wonder?
She’s nice and very easy to talk to. I think we’ll get a long fine.
Anyhow, I’m too tired to go on tonight. It was a long flight.
* * *
Sunday:
Dear Diary,
Well there was no fooling around. Mac, me and the other girls were put right to work and it hasn’t been easy.
I never thought women could be so, well, bitchy. Really. And demanding. Forget the word gopher. It’s slave work!
The girls on tour get along well enough, but one of the dancers is a real bitch. I won’t mention any names though. Marie has known her for a while and jokes, “she just hasn’t had a good lay in years.”
The others are nice and I have heard some hilarious stories from one of the dancers, Amber. Her stage name is Demi because she said, “people kept telling my I looked like Demi Moore, so I went with it.”
Her real name is Ambrosia. Amber is what she prefers.
Anyhow. Enough. Sorry, but I have a date with, and I say this with pride, my vibrator. Time for bed. Tomorrow’s my last day before I actually get a day off.
* * *
Wednesday:
Diary,
It’s three in the morning, and I can’t sleep.
Oh. My. God.
It was my day off. I was going to explore New York, but Amber caught me before I left, “Honey, I need some more tampons. I know it’s your day off, but could you run to the store and grab me some?”
“Sure,” I said. I couldn’t refuse Amber. After all, she gave me the biggest tips.
Oh. My. God. I need to catch my breath here.
When I returned with her tampons, I knocked, and she yelled for me to come in. I opened the door and she was sitting in the bathroom on the edge of the bathtub, shaving her pussy.
“Thanks, hon,” she turned her head toward me as I placed the box on the sink, and then she sat in the tub and immersed in the water, “don’t go anywhere.”
I stood there as she washed herself. A bit embarrassed, I almost turned away, but I had seen most of the dancers naked already, and I've been feeling a bit braver. She had a beautiful body. Flawless really. Besides, I’m not sure that I’d seen a completely bare pussy that up close and personal before, well, at least not since Lisa Miller and I examined each other for signs of pubic hair way back when.
But, I couldn’t imagine having one myself. That would be like, like not wearing underpants!
“Aren’t you afraid of, um, cutting yourself?” I was inquisitive.
“You’ve never shaved your pussy?” she said as if it was all the rage.
“I can’t imagine shaving it,” I told her.
“I waxed my pussy once,” she confessed.
“Waxed?” I cringed. “Didn’t that, well, hurt that area?”
“That area?” she glanced at me chuckling as she gabbed some moisturizing lotion and caressed it over her shaved mound and across her groin.
“Yes, you know,” I said.
“Of course I know,” she laughed again. “Pussy is the word you’re searching for I think.” Amber stood from the tub, dried her body, and wrapped a towel around herself, tucking it fixed in her cleavage.
“Yes, that.”
“That?” she teased me. “Surely you must call ‘that’ something?”
Now that I think about it Diary, I’d never called it anything out loud. I can write pussy, but I’ve never actually said the word. Especially in public, and even with Kevin, I’d only ever called it ‘the area.’
“I don’t like the words for it,” I said.
“As mysterious and secret as Area 51 is it?” she laughed.
I remember laughing, but I think it was more out of embarrassment then anything else.
“You want to try shaving area 51 Diana?” Amber coaxed.
“I wouldn’t know how. I’d probably shake myself into self-mutilation.”
“Well, I’ll do it for you. I’m an expert,” she offered.
Each day I seem to learn more and more about Amber, and like Marie, she seems to have few limits to her talents.
“Go out there, pull off your pants and lay on the bed.”
I swear, I gasped in horror. She picked up on this right away.
“Don’t be so reserved. Live a little.”
Reserved, well, at least she didn’t use the word frigid. But it started me thinking that she was right. I should live a little, and shaving my pussy was a step. Why not take a chance? It wasn’t as if I was getting a tattoo or a piercing like Mac had tried to talk me into. It would grow back if I didn’t like it. But actually Diary, I was more apprehensive than I’m letting on.
“I don’t have to take off my shirt or anything?” I asked walking into her hotel room, and standing between the two beds.
“Not unless you have a hairy chest,” she burst out laughing.
She brought out a plastic sheet. I think it was the bag from the garbage, and she tore it into a small blanket. She smoothed it onto the bed, stretched out three fluffy white hotel towels on top, and went back into the bathroom and turned on the tap.
As the sound of the water rushed into the sink, I stood there between the beds wondering what the hell I was doing. How was I supposed to just take my pants down? Should I crawl up on the bed and spread my legs, or should I wait until she came back? I couldn’t decide.
The tap stopped, and Amber emerged with a bucket steaming with hot water, and a lotion of some sort in her other hand.
“Well?” she said moving by me and placing the bucket on the table between the beds.
‘Well indeed’ I thought and sat down on the bed, removed my pants and panties and tossed them onto the other bed.
I kept my socks on.
Amber laughed. “Di, you’re too funny. Take off your socks, they’ll get wet.”
It was bad enough that I was just about to expose my most private self to Amber, until a recently I could barely even touch it myself, but to take off my socks too? It was too much. But before I could even think anything else, she was on her knees grabbing my ankle, then the other and yanking off my socks.
‘It’s just a friendly shave’, I thought. A friendly shave. Holy crap! I was nervous again, but I wanted to prove to her that I could let loose and live a little. I wanted to prove it to myself. I lifted my knees into the air, closed my eyes and spread my legs.
“It’s not a gynaecological exam,” she giggled. “Just relax.” She put her hand on the top of my knee, and gently coaxed my legs down. “Just put one of your feet under your knee,” she softly told me.
“A guy I slept with shaved me once,” she confessed dipping the washcloth into the hot water. “It was such a turn on that we ended up having the best sex of our whole affair.”
Diary. At this very moment, with my legs spread, this was not something I needed to hear! I had been fantasizing about Marie since last week, and considering whether Mac was a lesbian. I was nervous with parts of my body, that I myself have never seen, exposed and opened to Amber, but then I started fantasizing, ‘was she going to jump me?’ I had to get it out of my thoughts. I didn’t want to get turned on with her so, so close.
“Just remember to relax,” she said and pressed the cloth across my sparse pubic hair.
The water was hot. My body tensed from the shock as it trickled over me.
“Too hot?” she asked.
“No, it’s fine,” I said. The heat of the water dripped down the folds of my pussy, and as it cooled between my buttocks I felt a shiver in my legs.
“Well, we won’t have to trim,” she told me and placing some shaving gel onto her fingers, she lathered it over my pubic hair, down the fleshy folds of my lips, and spread it between my cheeks.
I tensed as my thighs tingled trying to hold my nervousness.
She dipped the razor into the bucket and swished it around, then leaned forward, her long hair brushed my belly. “Oh, my hair,” she said, and grabbed a band off the side table, and put her hair in a ponytail.
“So. Bald?” she smiled.
With as much reluctant enthusiasm as I could muster, I gulped, “all the way!”
‘Here goes nothing,’ I thought.
Again she dipped the razor into the steaming water, and began shaving me in steady strokes from my mound, downwards. It tickled at first, but it felt strangely, well, I was feeling a bit sexy like the first night I went to the strip club.
It was very intense the way she looked at my pussy. She had this gentle concentration in her eyes, as if nothing mattered but my pussy, as if with every stroke of the razor across my body was a careful and sensual manoeuvre. I was mesmerized suddenly, and I relaxed a bit.
She swished the razor into the bucket, and shaved upwards, and again back down. She cleaned the razor with every couple of strokes. I marvelled at her care, at her gentility.
“Spread your legs a bit more,” she asked.
I suddenly didn’t mind. I didn’t know what she was about to do, or how she was going to do it, but the anticipation excited me in a strange way. She pulled my lips, and the razor grazed close to my clit. I tensed.
“Relax, I’ve done this a hundred times,” she gave me a moment to relax then shaved again.
“Turn over, with your ass in the air.”
I admit, I felt a bit awkward at this command, almost embarrassed, but one cannot have a half-shaved pussy, and I turned, ass in the air, almost letting out a nervous giggle.
“Good girl,” she said and patted my butt. I liked her words, if fact, I felt like I was accomplishing something, proving that I could ‘let loose and live a little.’ She parted the cheeks of my ass. I closed my eyes feeling her hands and then the warm strokes of the razor.
I felt the water again, a warm bath as she trickled it between by cheeks. I turned over on my back and felt the water spreading over every inch of my pussy. She sponged between every crevice until all of the foam was gone. I felt a shiver through my thighs, and a rising pulse in my belly.
She squeezed some sort of lotion into her palm, it didn’t feel like moisturizer and it smelled like strawberries. She warmed and spread it between her palms, then massaged into my mound. Her fingers explored over my lips caressing the softness of my new silken skin.
She caressed the hood of my clit lightly with her palm then moulded her fingers to my body. Gently, with her thumb and finger, she teased my hood back and forth and as my clit exposed to the air, I shivered and felt it erect. My heart raced, my hole started pulsing. I didn’t know there were so many parts to my pussy, and as she found each and every one of them, I discovered new sensations I’d never felt before.
She gently spread my lips with her fingers and by this time I could feel the warm liquid from my pussy sliding down my ass. I’ve never had such a clear feeling of my own body. It was as if the shave made me extra sensitive.
She inserted a finger inside of me, a very light touch then slowly she increased the amount of pressure. I moaned and closed my eyes, too afraid to look, too afraid to say anything really.
Her hand slid down my thigh, across my ankle, then back up again she breezed her touch over my clit.
I opened my eyes. She looked at me smiled and lowered her head.
A rush of excitement burned through me as her head went down and her lips pressed onto my clit. A rush of wetness streamed from my hole, and my clit swelled. I wanted her mouth on my nipples, but didn’t want her to take her lips away from my pussy, and I raised my hands to my swelling breasts, under my shirt, and squeezed, caressed, then circled my nipples with my fingers.
Her towel slipped from her body, and I fell into the moment.
She glided her tongue between my grooves and crevices. I moaned as her lips pulled my flesh and my chest pulsed as she circled her tongue around my hole, and dipped inside of me. She journeyed to my buttocks, circling, tickling breezing around the opening.
I gasped feeling one of her long fingers press slowly inside my pussy and out. Her thumb pressed a little into my ass. I gasped, but was so turned on, and so wet that it didn’t matter. I looked down at her afraid, and then calmed as her tongue twirled around my clit.
My body heated and rose. I thought my pussy was going to explode. I wanted more. I grabbed her head, I couldn’t believe I did that, and I pulled her closer. She moaned and I suddenly felt that my pussy must be delicious. I felt elated by her sounds and wrapped my legs around her. She plunged onto my clit, sucking, licking, drawing me into her mouth. I twisted and moved my hips, teasing my nipples more feverishly, my clit swelled, tension burned, rose, electric through my thighs and buttocks and I swelled, exploded into her mouth, rising, subsiding, throbbing contacting. My god!
Diary. It was incredible. I’d never felt that before, never felt anything like that before. If I knew what a multiple orgasm was, I was sure that I must have had it.
I’m laughing. I can’t believe how good I feel. I almost need to pull out the vibrator, but with Mac sleeping in the other bed? Well, I wouldn’t want her to wake up. But then, I do want her to wake up! Not to see me masturbating. God no! I want to shake her awake, tell her what happened today. I want to rush into Marie’s room, and tell her about it! But I’m not too uncomfortable saying anything to anyone yet.
Oh, by the way I found out that Mac is bi, not a complete lesbian. I wonder, am I a complete Lesbian?
Lesbian. Lesbian. What is a lesbian, and do I fit into that category? Why do I have to label myself at all? Perhaps I just have a ‘romantic friend.’ Maybe I’m just lesbian-like, but not really a lesbian?
When Amber put her finger in my ‘pussy’ and pressed my, what does one call the other hole really? Is there a good word for it? I’m liking the word pussy. My pussy. I want to say it out loud!
Anyhow, what I was trying to say was that I felt I needed more. There was something that I needed. As if somehow, I needed to be filled. If I can get up the nerve, maybe I’ll talk to someone about it, but Diary, you are the only one I can trust with my secrets so far. Thanks for being here.
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Excellent stuff, this is really going well so far! Like the scene setting in that one, just enough to make sense if you haven't read anything else, but not so much it's obvious.
Who is doing the next one? I think we're set up quite nicely for some man action now. First time having sex just for the fun of it, maybe? No expectation of a further relationship either way.
Is anyone lurking here after reading the stories?
Who is doing the next one? I think we're set up quite nicely for some man action now. First time having sex just for the fun of it, maybe? No expectation of a further relationship either way.
Is anyone lurking here after reading the stories?
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I'll do the next one. Should she hook up with a guy she meets on the tour, or should we have Bruno come for a visit?
By when does this need to be finished?
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By when does this need to be finished?
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Great job CH!
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I guess you'd be next (after me). I don't think anyone else has been following since we actually started writing the chain.
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CrimsonMaiden said:
I shouldn't really be sticking my two pennor'th in to the plot, but a suggestion:
Valentines night: lots of lonely single guys come to the performance with gifts for the girls. There is a celebratory party, to which all the regular visitors from NY are invited (on the last night in the city, maybe?). All the girls keep grabbing guys throughout the night, customers and friends, and one of the customers comes on to Diana, who goes with it. Spontaneous sex for its own sake, with someone not particularly attractive who she's never going to see again. And yet she still enjoys it.
Be nice to factor in valentines night, even though we're too late to enter. We need to prepare an entry in advance next time!
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cahab said:
Since that'll be my week, I'll put it in. As for factoring in contests, doing a diary makes that almost impossible if we're using the dates within our week's to write. By the time we enter it, the contest is over. LOL
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Ok, if you put Valentine's in, then I will be coming up with something else. I have an idea in mind.
Cahab, I'm sending you a pm with a question.
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Cahab, I'm sending you a pm with a question.
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Dirt Man said:
I've been thinking about that. Provided we have a general discussion about ongoing storylines and know where the story will be in a few weeks there's no reason we can't submit well in advance, and then fill in the missing weeks in the normal way. This is how a soap works. The submitted story just has to stand alone without explanation of ongoing plot.
It would be good to enter competitions, if only because that would get the reads up. Chapter One is currently my least read story, by a huge margin.
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How many entries do we want to have for each city? In other words, how long will the touring company stay in each city?
My idea is for one of the clubs to throw the touring company a *farewell* party and have Diana hook up with someone there (like maybe a club regular she has seen often, a bartender, or something like that.)
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My idea is for one of the clubs to throw the touring company a *farewell* party and have Diana hook up with someone there (like maybe a club regular she has seen often, a bartender, or something like that.)
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Good question, CM
I would love to do a chapter set in New Orleans
I would love to do a chapter set in New Orleans
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Dirt Man said:
If I write a story now for in five weeks time I simply count ahead five weeks and submit it under that chapter title, with an explanatory note to laurel.
So I could submit chapter nine (easter special), and then chapters five, six seven and eight. It would still be listed in the right order in the category, because that's alphabetical.
Unorthodox, I'll grant you, but I see no reason why it couldn't work. The dates would match up correctly, and once everything's caught up everything's straight again.
It would require co-ordination from the group, however, so it should only be done for special events, not merely to accomodate someone who's going on holiday, for instance.
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Dirt Man said:
I will try and explain this one last time. Maybe it's me, I don't know.
Soap operas know what they are doing with the storyline many months ahead. It is worked out either by one person or a team, and the result is farmed out to writers who write the individual episodes.
If we want to write a story in advance we simply agree on the storylines for the intervening period, then write the story following that. We fill in the intervening episodes in the normal way. The final writer makes their story match up with both the previous and the next. Hey presto, continuous story.
For someone who was asking for a list of who was writing what, I fail to see how what you were originally asking for is any different. All we have to do is plot out a little way in advance; not right to the end, just a little way. Much as I did at the beginning with suggested plot lines for the first few weeks.
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