Dear Diary, There's a fire inside that burns greater when I'm around him. Hotter and hotter until it reaches the center of my core. I want to purge myself of this beckoning heat that tells me I should just fling myself at him, but that wouldn't be ladylike at all. Only whores did things like that. Looking back on my life, I realized I've never done anything all that "naughty". It's too far outside of my comfort zone. The...

It stings but I don’t want him to stop. I imagine there are red welts across my skin now. How deep is the color? Is it pink? Or is it closer to the color of red roses? Wondering about the vibrant shade of my ass makes my sex pulsate...and I can’t wait until man number seven finally plunges his massive cock into me. The slippery mess between my legs is a mix of my own juices and the sticky, gooey release of six other men w...