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		<title>Her Erotic Diary</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I couldn&#8217;t help myself. She&#8217;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&#8217;t return right away, I wandered over to her dresser and picked [...]


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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I couldn&#8217;t help myself. She&#8217;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&#8217;t return right away, I wandered over to her dresser and picked up the leather bound journal.</p>
<p>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&#8217;re probably confused, the writing continued, but I&#8217;ve been trying to come up with a way to share these feeling with you for a long time now.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>Her sexy handwriting continued to tell me that she had feelings for me. The funny thing was that I&#8217;d had feelings for Melissa too, ever since we&#8217;d had a couple classes together last semester. I still couldn&#8217;t believe what I was reading, but I couldn&#8217;t stop reading either.</p>
<p>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&#8217;t help myself. I leaned back on the bed, her erotic diary to me in one hand and my other hand undoing my pants.</p>
<p>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&#8217;t ever gotten into any words ever before.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>&#8220;Don&#8217;t put that away,&#8221; she said, walking into the room and dropping her backpack on the floor. I think I left detailed instructions about what&#8217;s going to go down in this dorm room tonight. You didn&#8217;t peak at the journal, did you?</p>
<p>I didn&#8217;t know what to say. I was red in the face and a little embarrassed. I decided to go with the truth. &#8220;Um yeah, I kind of accidentally started reading and &#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;And I see what happened,&#8221; she said, still smiling as she walked across the room and kissed me. &#8220;Don&#8217;t stop what you&#8217;re doing. I want you to last a little bit later.&#8221;</p>
<p>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&#8217;t let me out of her mouth until I&#8217;d stopped squirming all over the bed.</p>
<p>&#8220;Oh dear,&#8221; she said, her hands moving to her breasts. &#8220;You so get me hot.&#8221; Perhaps I should join a <a href="http://www.adult-dating.org.uk">adult dating</a> site instead?</p>
<p>I couldn&#8217;t disagree. Not once. The whole night. It was great.</p>


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