Prologue - if you've read one of my stories before you can skip this bit ;-)
I've wanted to share some of my stories for a while but never really found the place. Some of these stories are complete fantasy, what I'd tell prospective men. I'd use them to test the water, work out their kinks and seduce them. But the majority are real life experiences and some of my darkest secrets.
To 99.9% of the people that know me, I'm a sweet, butter wouldn't melt and potentially prudish female. I get coy discussing anything sexual and have never had a relationship with girlfriends where I felt comfortable revealing my personal fetishes, kinks and extremely high sex drive. I like to keep that between me and the guy I'm fucking.
Excitement lies at the point where it starts to click for the guy that I may not actually be what they had initially believed in the bedroom. It causes a stirring in the pit of my stomach, an ache between my thighs. I need them to want me. Getting them hot, turned on and hard with just a seductive look up, through my thick lashes. Them knowing that everyone else in the room sees me as this polite, prim and proper princess but to him I am his greedy little slut that will do anything to please Daddy.
So a bit about me, I'm in my 30s now and have come to be even more confident in my body than ever before. Olive skin, dark brown eyes with thick lashes. Long straight hair that trails down my back and then to the important things....delicious big tits that have been drawing attention since I was a teen and an even more tempting ass. The perfect shelf to spank and squeeze as you see fit.
May to September is when I'm at my most horniest. Something about the sun shining, I'm happy and horny. I love a summer dress. They're perfect for cinching my waist, showing off the best curves of my ass and pushing my perfect tits on a platter for everyone to enjoy. But always to a conservative length. Preferably to the knee and a button or two accidentally popped open by my heaving breasts. Bras are discretionary. The hotter it is the more you can get away with. But you need to leave them wanting more. A summer dress is the perfect item of clothing to be fucked in, especially if you don't have a lot of time. Wet panties pulled to the side. Hard nipples peaking over the top of the dress ready to be teased and sucked. And then within a few seconds you can be back to the demure lady everyone thinks you are. Aching nipples back constrained within the dress. And hot come trickling down your clenched thighs until you have time to clean yourself up.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy my daddy diary's some of my adventures on the hunt for the perfect fuck. Like a drug addict forever chasing their first high. Don't be shy to leave a comment. I want to hear what you liked most. Did I make you hard/wet? Aching to fuck? Share the stories with your partner. I want everyone to enjoy.
University Benefits - Part 1
I met shall we call him Mark at my first year of uni. He was my room neighbour at our halls of residence. We'd first hooked up at freshers and then probably a couple times a month after that. We made the official fuck buddy pact about 6 months into our first year. Mark was blond and a swimmer, that's all you need to know to understand my attraction. My university was top ranked for sport in the country at the time and Mark was competing at a high level. He loved going out and having a good time but like me didn't really drink, which I think was why originally we tended to end up together at the end of the night. A lot of my sexual experimentation started with Mark, he had been an excellent partner in crime. Always open, curious and with ridiculous amounts of stamina. We continued hooking up after university finished. Probably a couple of times a year and he was always helpful as a wedding date or plus one if needed. A hot date to show off with the added benefit of a guaranteed incredible orgasm by the end of the night. (Actually more than likely multiple, especially if I hadn't seen him in a while.)
Mark's biggest kink had always been voyeurism. I learnt pretty early on that he seemed to get nearly as much pleasure from listening to me being fucked by someone else as he did from fucking me himself. It all happened about 3 months into uni when we'd been having sex quite regularly but one night I'd been out with a few people from my course and got distracted by a local guy in the bar. Still in his work gear as a plasterer. Cheeky sense of humour, muscular arms and horny as fuck. I think we were back in my room fucking like rabbits by 8:30. We ran through every position imaginable in about 2 hours. I especially liked being fucked against the wall. Because it was so early I was probably a bit nosier than I would have usually been. Thinking no one would be around for at least another couple of hours. The guy left around 10:30pm. As I started to get redressed considering whether I could be bothered to go back out. There was a knock at my door.
"Hello?" I questioned.
"It's Mark, can I talk to you?" He answered.
I started to feel a bit sick. We hadn't discussed sleeping with other people, but he sounded mad. If I thought he would have been home I would have tried a lot harder to keep the noise down. I really didn't want him to be mad and I'd really been enjoying our dirty adventures. I hoped I hadn't fucked it up. At this point we hadn't agreed on the friends with benefits thing.
I was wearing just a black push up bra and lacy black thong at this point. I could feel warm come seeping out of my pussy from my last fuck. "Fuck it." I thought. I opened the door hoping my delicious pert tits that he loved bouncing in his face would distract him from his anger.
Mark pushed into the room. My face started to flush just waiting for the onslaught of abuse. He was wearing no top exposing his lean defined abs with that V cut down to the waistband of his grey jogging bottoms where I could see the perfect horizontal bulge of his deliciously suckable cock. When I say he was hard, I'm pretty sure I could see it pulsing.
"Did you want me to hear?" He questioned, almost out of breath.
"What? No, I didn't even know you were here."
