Her Erotic Diary

I couldn’t help myself. She’d left her diary out and left me in her room with nothing but time. She usually hid it, so I began to wonder if she wanted me to read it or at least show an interest. When she didn’t return right away, I wandered over to her dresser and picked up the leather bound journal.

Looking around and not seeing her, I opened to the first page. Dear Tom, I read. I was in shock. Why was her erotic diary started with a greeting to me? I know you’re probably confused, the writing continued, but I’ve been trying to come up with a way to share these feeling with you for a long time now.

I stopped reading and looked around the room, waiting for a hidden camera crew to bust out of the ceiling and point their fingers at me, laughing. Nothing happened, though. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, reading some more.

Her sexy handwriting continued to tell me that she had feelings for me. The funny thing was that I’d had feelings for Melissa too, ever since we’d had a couple classes together last semester. I still couldn’t believe what I was reading, but I couldn’t stop reading either.

By the third page of specific detail of what she wanted to do to me, I found my hand sneaking down the front of my pants. I caught myself and looked around. She was still gone. She said she had to study for a while at the library. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned back on the bed, her erotic diary to me in one hand and my other hand undoing my pants.

As I was just about to read about what she wanted to do to me with an ice cube, I was at full mast and furiously working my hand up and down, getting into her words like I hadn’t ever gotten into any words ever before.

When I got to the section that described foods she wanted to eat off my body, I let out a moan. I was lost in the moment, not caring if her roommate or anyone else walked in for that matter. Then I heard the door. As I tossed the book to the side of the bed and fumbled to get my pants up, I heard her voice. Her sweet, sweet voice.

“Don’t put that away,” she said, walking into the room and dropping her backpack on the floor. I think I left detailed instructions about what’s going to go down in this dorm room tonight. You didn’t peak at the journal, did you?

I didn’t know what to say. I was red in the face and a little embarrassed. I decided to go with the truth. “Um yeah, I kind of accidentally started reading and …”

“And I see what happened,” she said, still smiling as she walked across the room and kissed me. “Don’t stop what you’re doing. I want you to last a little bit later.”

She could see I was having trouble getting back into the moment, so she swooped down and took me into her mouth, moving up and down quickly. I only lasted a few brief moments with her doing this before I let out a gasp and tried to pull her head away. She was having none of that, though, and wouldn’t let me out of her mouth until I’d stopped squirming all over the bed.

“Oh dear,” she said, her hands moving to her breasts. “You so get me hot.” Perhaps I should join a adult dating site instead?

I couldn’t disagree. Not once. The whole night. It was great.

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