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Friday 6th
Dear Diary,
I can’t stop thinking about what happened with Amber the other day. Although the event itself keeps running through my mind, I can’t help but worry that it means that I am a lesbian. Not that it’s a bad thing to be, I guess. I mean why could I open up so easily with Amber and enjoy myself but be so awkward and backward with Kevin?
Then again, I seemed to respond pretty easily to Bruno, so maybe it was just Kevin that was the problem. I’ve come up with an idea that I hope will be a solution or at least clear things up for me a bit. I have got to find a man. I want to see if I feel as alive and as fantastic with a man as I did with Amber. I mean, I enjoy having a vibrator inside me, so wouldn’t I enjoy a cock? (I hope I used that word correctly. I hear the girls use it all the time and penis sounds so… clinical.)
Speaking of vibrators, I haven’t been able to use mine. Mac is always in the room when I am here, and I am afraid that she will hear me, so I haven’t been able to use it, which means that I haven’t been able to masturbate. I know that using my fingers would be much quieter, but I just can’t seem to touch myself for the amount of time it would take.
I’m sure it’s something that I will eventually be able to do, since I did manage to do it that time that I watched Marie and Bruno have sex. Of course, considering the situation, I had other things on my mind besides the fact that I was touching myself. Unfortunately, I don’t have anything to watch and keep my mind off the fact that it’s my fingers.
That’s another reason why I have to find a man. I can’t use a vibrator, and I am about to go out of my mind with need. My pussy is throbbing as I am writing this because I need to feel something hard inside me.
Saturday 7th
Dear Diary,
I have found my man! And guess who it is? Mac’s brother!
Yep, Mac’s brother. I came back from the club tonight after the girls’ last set and found Mac chatting happily with a gorgeous hunk of a man in our room. At first, I thought it must have been someone that she had picked up at the club, but then she introduced him to me as her brother, Alex.
Oh my, Alex is an absolute dream! So tall and muscular… and his eyes! Oh my goodness, they are deep and dark, and you could just get lost in them.
I offered to leave the room so that they could spend some time together, but neither of them would hear of it. So, I got to hang out with them for awhile. Alex is not only great to look at, but he’s funny and smart too!
I know that I flirted with him a bit. I couldn’t help myself. For the rest of the night, thoughts of Alex and me together kept running through my head. I know that I blushed several times because of what I was thinking of him doing to me.
Alex is here in New York City visiting Mac. He’s only staying until the end of the tour though, which means that he will leave Monday morning when we head to our next stop.
That means that I don’t have a lot of time left to catch him. Actually, I guess seduce would be a better word. I mean, that’s what I will be doing, right? Trying to get him to have sex with me.
If it’s going to happen, it will be tomorrow night. The club is throwing a farewell bash for the girls, and Alex will be attending. It’s a closed party for just the club employees and the touring company and their guests, so I don’t have to worry about a bunch of strangers getting in the way.
Hopefully, none of the other girls will decide that they want Alex too. That could get a bit complicated. I am not used to fighting for a guy.
I must ask Marie how to go about seducing a man. With all the experience she has, she’s got to know what to do.
Sunday 8th
Dear Diary,
I am so excited but nervous too! Tonight is the night.
I asked Marie how a woman would go about seducing a man.
“Seducing a man? You mean get him to fuck her?” she asked.
“Umm… yes, to have sex with her. That’s what I mean.”
“Finally! What took you so long anyway? I was sure that after what happened between you and Bruno that you would be chomping at the bit to find another man, especially since you and Bruno didn’t get to finish what you started. Seducing a man is easy. Just wear some sexy clothes, some fuck me shoes, and flirt like hell.”
“Fuck me shoes?” I asked.
“Yeah, you know, high heels that are so sexy, they have *fuck me* written all over them.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll find you some. You can borrow one of my dresses, and I bet one of the girls has the same size foot as you. So, who’s the lucky guy, or have you even picked on yet?”
Luckily, I was saved from having to answer that by Amber, who had come up and wanted me to run an errand for her.
Well, Diary, I am off to get ready. Marie brought several dresses over and had me try them on until she found one that she thought was perfect, and I was able to borrow some shoes from Amber.
Wish me luck, Diary.
Monday 9th
Dear Diary,
Well, we are on our way to the next city. I am almost sorry to be leaving New York City. After last night, I don’t think I will ever forget it.
Last night… oh my. I thought that having sex with a guy was what I needed to quench the burning desire that’s kept my pussy (see… told you that I liked that word!) throbbing since that day with Amber. Oh boy was I wrong.
It didn’t quench anything. It just made it worse. As I write this, the vibrations of the bus run through my seat, teasing my aching pussy. Nobody told me that after you have fantastic sex you just want more.
Fantastic sex? Oh yes it was.
Last night, I dressed in the slinky red dress that I borrowed from Marie and the *fuck me* red heels that Amber said were certain to catch a man’s attention and then headed to the club for the party.
Marie or Amber must have told the other girls what was up because when I got there, they ushered me back to the dressing area to fix my hair and make-up. In a way, I was glad that they did that since I have never been very good at styling my own hair or putting on make-up. It always seems a little off when I do it.
After they were finished, I looked in the mirror and really didn’t recognize the woman staring back at me. I have been in the *my face looks like a beat up troll* phase lately and was not expecting to see the sexy woman that was staring back at me from the mirror. Was that really me?
Yes, it was, with a little help from the girls. They had added bounce and body to my hair and had made my face look more natural instead of heavily made up.
I realized that I really hadn’t thought the night through completely. Oh, I knew that I wanted to have sex with Alex, but I had neglected to figure out where. It’s not like the club had a bed.
Before I headed out to the main area of the club, I scouted around backstage for a suitable dark, isolated spot to drag Alex once I had gotten him interested enough to want to have sex with me. The hallway was dimly lit, so that worked in my favor.
A few doors down from the dressing area, I struck gold.
It was a storage room and by the looks of the dust on the floor and everything else, no one had even entered the room in quite some time. And guess what Diary? My luck was holding. Right in the middle of the room was a full size couch.
My guess is that it used to be in the office, and they pitched it in the storage room after buying a new one. I rummaged around in some boxes close to the door and found a rag to wipe the dust off the couch.
Having accomplished my mission, I headed back out to the main area of the club to see if I could find Alex.
To my dismay, it looked as though I would have to fight for his attention. It was *the bitch*, you know, the one I told you about that Marie said hadn’t been laid in ages? Well, it looked like she was striving for that to happen tonight… with Alex.
At first, I thought that I would just look around and see if there were any other interesting guys, but the more I thought about it, the more I decided that the bitch would have to go. Alex was mine, for tonight at least.
You would have been proud of me Diary. I marched right up to where Alex and the bitch were talking and linked my arm around Alex’s.
“Oh there you are Alex! What took you so long to get here?”
I led him across the room, trying to get as far away from the bitch as possible.
“Thanks Diana. I was standing there trying to figure out how to get away from her.”
“I can’t blame you. Most people who get cornered by her pray for rescue.”
Diary, can you believe that he actually laughed??
We talked and laughed for quite some time, and I will admit that I flirted with him… a lot. I batted my eyes at him and smiled like Marie had shown me. I touched him here and there as I talked to him.
Music began to play and other couples started dancing in an area that had been cleared of tables and chairs. A few couples even got up on the stage.
I thought that my knees would buckle underneath me when Alex asked me to dance. The first song was a fast number, and I moved around as best I could. Slow dancing I could do, but fast dancing made me feel like an uncoordinated freak.
The second song was a slow dance, and I half expected Alex to walk off the dance floor, but he didn’t. He pulled me into his strong embrace and guided me around the dance floor.
“You’re so beautiful, Diana. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since meeting you last night,” he told me as our bodies rubbed together on the dance floor.
The nearness of his hard body washed over my awareness. Tingles ran through me, collecting in my aching pussy as I felt his arousal pushing against me through his pants. His hands wandered south until they were under my dress, cupping my butt through my panties.
Shivers raced down my skin as his hot breath fluttered over my ear, “I want you Diana.”
Moaning as one of his hands moved around between us, hot pleasure shot through my body as he rubbed my pussy through my moist panties.
“Feels like you want me too,” he said.
Without speaking a word, I grabbed his hand and led him off the dance floor, weaving through the other dancers. My heart hammered in my chest as he followed me to the storage room, the light from the dimly lit hall spilling just far enough into the room for the couch to be visible.
His mouth crushed mine in a passionate kiss as he pushed me down onto the couch. Tongues mingling together, my breath came in short gasps as his hands wandered across my body. My back arched into his touch as his fingers brushed across my nipples.
My body was aflame as the kiss deepened, my nipples tingling from the caresses of his fingers. My pussy throbbed with the need to be touched, to be filled.
Moans of protest flooded from my mouth as he broke the kiss, and he slid down to kneel in the dust at my feet. His hands slid up my legs until he curled his fingers around the waistband of my panties and pulled them off. Delightful shivers rushed across my skin as he trailed kisses up my legs, teasing me by kissing on inner thigh and then the other, stopping just shy of my aching pussy.
“Please,” I whispered as my hips strained towards him, seeking the touch of his mouth on my sex.
His hands wrapped around my butt and pulled me forward on the couch, towards his face. Delighted moans escaped from me as his tongue ran up my bare slit. My legs opened wider, inviting him to explore the hidden parts of me.
His tongue danced inside my swollen lips, dipping into my wet sex before sensuously sliding up to my pulsing clit. My thighs trembled as he circled it, stoking the fire that threatened to consume me. I could think of nothing but the feel of his tongue against my tingling bundle of nerves and the desire flowing through me.
At that moment, my whole body was crying out to be taken, to feel his hard cock plunging deep inside the part of me that ached for him. His insistent tongue lashing against my clit sent waves of pleasure rolling through my body, but I wanted more. My throbbing pussy yearned to be filled.
“Alex, please, fuck me,” I cried, but he paid no heed to my pleas.
Shivers of delight raced over my skin as his tongue darted into my deep warmth. Gasps fluttered from my mouth as he tongue fucked me, driving me wilder with each thrust. My hips bucked wantonly against his mouth, pushing forcefully against him. My entire body quivered, the intensity of pleasure building inside, threatening to explode.
He moved away from my pussy, and I groaned in protest, wanting more than his tongue in me but not wanting to lose the delicious contact of his mouth with my sex. He lay me down on the couch and moved over me, bending his head and capturing my mouth with his, and our tongues danced around each other as I tasted myself on his lips and tongue.
He rose up and reached between us, unzipping his pants and releasing his swollen cock. Grabbing the bulging head, he rubbed it against my juicy slit, seeking the entrance to my aching sex. My butt lifted off the couch; I was desperate to have his cock buried inside me.
I cried out as his cock sunk deep into my pussy like a heat seeking missile. Burning desire consumed me as he slowly began to move inside me, thrusting far within and then withdrawing. My body operated on automatic, driven by primal need, and I wrapped my legs high around his waist, pulling him further in.
He pulled the top of my dress down and hungrily sucked a nipple into his mouth while claiming possession of my hair with his hands. Electric shocks pulsed from my nipple straight down to my throbbing pussy. His mouth ravished my nipples as he furiously pounded his cock into my pussy.
My body short circuited as he gently bit my nipple, and stars burst before my eyes as an orgasm exploded through me. My cries rang out within the shadowed room as my body rocked in time with his frantic thrusts. Waves of pleasure continued to crash through me as the orgasm flooded my senses.
He screamed my name as he plunged deep into me one last time, his juices splashing against my tight walls as he came.
Diary, I didn’t know that sex with a guy could feel that way. I mean, after Bruno, I knew that it had to be better than what it had been with Kevin, but I had no idea!
Well, it definitely settles the question about whether or not I am a complete lesbian. Obviously, I am not. I love the feel of a real cock buried deep inside my pussy. There is no way on earth that I could give that up. I wonder what that makes me then?
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Friday 6th
Dear Diary,
I can’t stop thinking about what happened with Amber the other day. Although the event itself keeps running through my mind, I can’t help but worry that it means that I am a lesbian. Not that it’s a bad thing to be, I guess. I mean why could I open up so easily with Amber and enjoy myself but be so awkward and backward with Kevin?
Then again, I seemed to respond pretty easily to Bruno, so maybe it was just Kevin that was the problem. I’ve come up with an idea that I hope will be a solution or at least clear things up for me a bit. I have got to find a man. I want to see if I feel as alive and as fantastic with a man as I did with Amber. I mean, I enjoy having a vibrator inside me, so wouldn’t I enjoy a cock? (I hope I used that word correctly. I hear the girls use it all the time and penis sounds so… clinical.)
Speaking of vibrators, I haven’t been able to use mine. Mac is always in the room when I am here, and I am afraid that she will hear me, so I haven’t been able to use it, which means that I haven’t been able to masturbate. I know that using my fingers would be much quieter, but I just can’t seem to touch myself for the amount of time it would take.
I’m sure it’s something that I will eventually be able to do, since I did manage to do it that time that I watched Marie and Bruno have sex. Of course, considering the situation, I had other things on my mind besides the fact that I was touching myself. Unfortunately, I don’t have anything to watch and keep my mind off the fact that it’s my fingers.
That’s another reason why I have to find a man. I can’t use a vibrator, and I am about to go out of my mind with need. My pussy is throbbing as I am writing this because I need to feel something hard inside me.
Saturday 7th
Dear Diary,
I have found my man! And guess who it is? Mac’s brother!
Yep, Mac’s brother. I came back from the club tonight after the girls’ last set and found Mac chatting happily with a gorgeous hunk of a man in our room. At first, I thought it must have been someone that she had picked up at the club, but then she introduced him to me as her brother, Alex.
Oh my, Alex is an absolute dream! So tall and muscular… and his eyes! Oh my goodness, they are deep and dark, and you could just get lost in them.
I offered to leave the room so that they could spend some time together, but neither of them would hear of it. So, I got to hang out with them for awhile. Alex is not only great to look at, but he’s funny and smart too!
I know that I flirted with him a bit. I couldn’t help myself. For the rest of the night, thoughts of Alex and me together kept running through my head. I know that I blushed several times because of what I was thinking of him doing to me.
Alex is here in New York City visiting Mac. He’s only staying until the end of the tour though, which means that he will leave Monday morning when we head to our next stop.
That means that I don’t have a lot of time left to catch him. Actually, I guess seduce would be a better word. I mean, that’s what I will be doing, right? Trying to get him to have sex with me.
If it’s going to happen, it will be tomorrow night. The club is throwing a farewell bash for the girls, and Alex will be attending. It’s a closed party for just the club employees and the touring company and their guests, so I don’t have to worry about a bunch of strangers getting in the way.
Hopefully, none of the other girls will decide that they want Alex too. That could get a bit complicated. I am not used to fighting for a guy.
I must ask Marie how to go about seducing a man. With all the experience she has, she’s got to know what to do.
Sunday 8th
Dear Diary,
I am so excited but nervous too! Tonight is the night.
I asked Marie how a woman would go about seducing a man.
“Seducing a man? You mean get him to fuck her?” she asked.
“Umm… yes, to have sex with her. That’s what I mean.”
“Finally! What took you so long anyway? I was sure that after what happened between you and Bruno that you would be chomping at the bit to find another man, especially since you and Bruno didn’t get to finish what you started. Seducing a man is easy. Just wear some sexy clothes, some fuck me shoes, and flirt like hell.”
“Fuck me shoes?” I asked.
“Yeah, you know, high heels that are so sexy, they have *fuck me* written all over them.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll find you some. You can borrow one of my dresses, and I bet one of the girls has the same size foot as you. So, who’s the lucky guy, or have you even picked on yet?”
Luckily, I was saved from having to answer that by Amber, who had come up and wanted me to run an errand for her.
Well, Diary, I am off to get ready. Marie brought several dresses over and had me try them on until she found one that she thought was perfect, and I was able to borrow some shoes from Amber.
Wish me luck, Diary.
Monday 9th
Dear Diary,
Well, we are on our way to the next city. I am almost sorry to be leaving New York City. After last night, I don’t think I will ever forget it.
Last night… oh my. I thought that having sex with a guy was what I needed to quench the burning desire that’s kept my pussy (see… told you that I liked that word!) throbbing since that day with Amber. Oh boy was I wrong.
It didn’t quench anything. It just made it worse. As I write this, the vibrations of the bus run through my seat, teasing my aching pussy. Nobody told me that after you have fantastic sex you just want more.
Fantastic sex? Oh yes it was.
Last night, I dressed in the slinky red dress that I borrowed from Marie and the *fuck me* red heels that Amber said were certain to catch a man’s attention and then headed to the club for the party.
Marie or Amber must have told the other girls what was up because when I got there, they ushered me back to the dressing area to fix my hair and make-up. In a way, I was glad that they did that since I have never been very good at styling my own hair or putting on make-up. It always seems a little off when I do it.
After they were finished, I looked in the mirror and really didn’t recognize the woman staring back at me. I have been in the *my face looks like a beat up troll* phase lately and was not expecting to see the sexy woman that was staring back at me from the mirror. Was that really me?
Yes, it was, with a little help from the girls. They had added bounce and body to my hair and had made my face look more natural instead of heavily made up.
I realized that I really hadn’t thought the night through completely. Oh, I knew that I wanted to have sex with Alex, but I had neglected to figure out where. It’s not like the club had a bed.
Before I headed out to the main area of the club, I scouted around backstage for a suitable dark, isolated spot to drag Alex once I had gotten him interested enough to want to have sex with me. The hallway was dimly lit, so that worked in my favor.
A few doors down from the dressing area, I struck gold.
It was a storage room and by the looks of the dust on the floor and everything else, no one had even entered the room in quite some time. And guess what Diary? My luck was holding. Right in the middle of the room was a full size couch.
My guess is that it used to be in the office, and they pitched it in the storage room after buying a new one. I rummaged around in some boxes close to the door and found a rag to wipe the dust off the couch.
Having accomplished my mission, I headed back out to the main area of the club to see if I could find Alex.
To my dismay, it looked as though I would have to fight for his attention. It was *the bitch*, you know, the one I told you about that Marie said hadn’t been laid in ages? Well, it looked like she was striving for that to happen tonight… with Alex.
At first, I thought that I would just look around and see if there were any other interesting guys, but the more I thought about it, the more I decided that the bitch would have to go. Alex was mine, for tonight at least.
You would have been proud of me Diary. I marched right up to where Alex and the bitch were talking and linked my arm around Alex’s.
“Oh there you are Alex! What took you so long to get here?”
I led him across the room, trying to get as far away from the bitch as possible.
“Thanks Diana. I was standing there trying to figure out how to get away from her.”
“I can’t blame you. Most people who get cornered by her pray for rescue.”
Diary, can you believe that he actually laughed??
We talked and laughed for quite some time, and I will admit that I flirted with him… a lot. I batted my eyes at him and smiled like Marie had shown me. I touched him here and there as I talked to him.
Music began to play and other couples started dancing in an area that had been cleared of tables and chairs. A few couples even got up on the stage.
I thought that my knees would buckle underneath me when Alex asked me to dance. The first song was a fast number, and I moved around as best I could. Slow dancing I could do, but fast dancing made me feel like an uncoordinated freak.
The second song was a slow dance, and I half expected Alex to walk off the dance floor, but he didn’t. He pulled me into his strong embrace and guided me around the dance floor.
“You’re so beautiful, Diana. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since meeting you last night,” he told me as our bodies rubbed together on the dance floor.
The nearness of his hard body washed over my awareness. Tingles ran through me, collecting in my aching pussy as I felt his arousal pushing against me through his pants. His hands wandered south until they were under my dress, cupping my butt through my panties.
Shivers raced down my skin as his hot breath fluttered over my ear, “I want you Diana.”
Moaning as one of his hands moved around between us, hot pleasure shot through my body as he rubbed my pussy through my moist panties.
“Feels like you want me too,” he said.
Without speaking a word, I grabbed his hand and led him off the dance floor, weaving through the other dancers. My heart hammered in my chest as he followed me to the storage room, the light from the dimly lit hall spilling just far enough into the room for the couch to be visible.
His mouth crushed mine in a passionate kiss as he pushed me down onto the couch. Tongues mingling together, my breath came in short gasps as his hands wandered across my body. My back arched into his touch as his fingers brushed across my nipples.
My body was aflame as the kiss deepened, my nipples tingling from the caresses of his fingers. My pussy throbbed with the need to be touched, to be filled.
Moans of protest flooded from my mouth as he broke the kiss, and he slid down to kneel in the dust at my feet. His hands slid up my legs until he curled his fingers around the waistband of my panties and pulled them off. Delightful shivers rushed across my skin as he trailed kisses up my legs, teasing me by kissing on inner thigh and then the other, stopping just shy of my aching pussy.
“Please,” I whispered as my hips strained towards him, seeking the touch of his mouth on my sex.
His hands wrapped around my butt and pulled me forward on the couch, towards his face. Delighted moans escaped from me as his tongue ran up my bare slit. My legs opened wider, inviting him to explore the hidden parts of me.
His tongue danced inside my swollen lips, dipping into my wet sex before sensuously sliding up to my pulsing clit. My thighs trembled as he circled it, stoking the fire that threatened to consume me. I could think of nothing but the feel of his tongue against my tingling bundle of nerves and the desire flowing through me.
At that moment, my whole body was crying out to be taken, to feel his hard cock plunging deep inside the part of me that ached for him. His insistent tongue lashing against my clit sent waves of pleasure rolling through my body, but I wanted more. My throbbing pussy yearned to be filled.
“Alex, please, fuck me,” I cried, but he paid no heed to my pleas.
Shivers of delight raced over my skin as his tongue darted into my deep warmth. Gasps fluttered from my mouth as he tongue fucked me, driving me wilder with each thrust. My hips bucked wantonly against his mouth, pushing forcefully against him. My entire body quivered, the intensity of pleasure building inside, threatening to explode.
He moved away from my pussy, and I groaned in protest, wanting more than his tongue in me but not wanting to lose the delicious contact of his mouth with my sex. He lay me down on the couch and moved over me, bending his head and capturing my mouth with his, and our tongues danced around each other as I tasted myself on his lips and tongue.
He rose up and reached between us, unzipping his pants and releasing his swollen cock. Grabbing the bulging head, he rubbed it against my juicy slit, seeking the entrance to my aching sex. My butt lifted off the couch; I was desperate to have his cock buried inside me.
I cried out as his cock sunk deep into my pussy like a heat seeking missile. Burning desire consumed me as he slowly began to move inside me, thrusting far within and then withdrawing. My body operated on automatic, driven by primal need, and I wrapped my legs high around his waist, pulling him further in.
He pulled the top of my dress down and hungrily sucked a nipple into his mouth while claiming possession of my hair with his hands. Electric shocks pulsed from my nipple straight down to my throbbing pussy. His mouth ravished my nipples as he furiously pounded his cock into my pussy.
My body short circuited as he gently bit my nipple, and stars burst before my eyes as an orgasm exploded through me. My cries rang out within the shadowed room as my body rocked in time with his frantic thrusts. Waves of pleasure continued to crash through me as the orgasm flooded my senses.
He screamed my name as he plunged deep into me one last time, his juices splashing against my tight walls as he came.
Diary, I didn’t know that sex with a guy could feel that way. I mean, after Bruno, I knew that it had to be better than what it had been with Kevin, but I had no idea!
Well, it definitely settles the question about whether or not I am a complete lesbian. Obviously, I am not. I love the feel of a real cock buried deep inside my pussy. There is no way on earth that I could give that up. I wonder what that makes me then?
perfect ending, great use of previous details, and loved the 'fuck me' shoes - laughing.
