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The Interview Project Part Two: Dru’s Story

“Sometimes my body just takes over and things happen.”- Dru

My second choice for The Interview Project was the former employee that had gotten me started writing for Lit in the first place when the two of us decided to enter an erotic short story contest we saw advertised on a magazine cover. Neither of us finished a story at that time but mine was plotted and halfway written when I discovered this website. The rest is history. I met Drusilla when she had just turned eighteen. She is one of those girls who can literally get away with murder. She comes across as ditsy, but spiritual, child-like, yet sexy and always open to anything. Despite a recent trip to Amsterdam (I still didn’t get the whole scoop on that.), she’s a typical, small-town, suburban girl working as a waitress. We had discussed the subject of sex occasionally in the past and she said she would’ve been greatly offended if I hadn’t included her in this project. The park where I had previously talked with Dani was near her new apartment so we returned there on a sunny evening to talk about her sex life.

B-Okay, first of all, tell me about yourself. Who are you?

D-I am 20 years old. I have blondish, well, not blonde but brownish-reddish hair. I’m not fat but I’m not incredibly skinny either.

B- (laughing) Yes, you are!

D-( giggles) Okay, okay! I’m tall and skinny! I like to work out as hard as I can and…well, I’m sexually active! That’s about it.

B-What’s your religious background?

D- Wicca.

B-I mean, were you raised with that?

D- Oh, no.

B-What religion were you raised in then?

D-None actually. They decided to let me view religious experiences on my own and, after awhile, that’s what I chose as right for me.

B-How old were you?

D-I guess I was about thirteen. I became interested in it and by the time I was eighteen I had finally realized what I was.

B-Did you learn about sex from your parents?

D- No, not really. More from school and then all of a sudden, I discovered porn and it was like “HEY! What’s that…?!” So….(giggles)

B-You like sex then?

D-Depends on who I’m having it with but, overall, yes, I do!

B-Do you masturbate?

D-Yes I do!

B-How do you do it?

D-Well…first I’m lying in a bed…I don’t know. The mood strikes me and I just go for it!

B-I meant, do you use anything or…

D- Oh. No. My hands. That’s about it.

B-Hmmm. You hear about vibrators and dildos all the time but nobody seems to use them.

D-Nah! Don’t need ‘em. (giggles)

B-Do you do it to relax or to have an orgasm?

D- Really for relaxation. I’ve never been able to have an orgasm through masturbation. There was one time where I did come close, though. It was when my boyfriend was watching me. Granted, it was dark but I knew he was watching and that just made it ten times better. When you’re doing it by yourself you can get distracted or bored but if you’ve got somebody else watching you and they’re kind of looking at you in fascination, that just gets you off. When it looks like somebody else is getting off on you getting off, well…that’s what really gets me off!

B-What do you think about while you’re playing with yourself? What do you fantasize about?

D-Actually, since then I fantasize about other people watching me when I’m doing it or having sex. It just makes me hotter.

B-Have you ever had a big audience?

D-Oh, no, I don’t think I could ever actually do it but I love to fantasize about it!

B-How old were you when you first kissed a guy?

D-I was eleven.

B-Was it his idea or yours?

D- Mine. Well, both of ours, really. We both really wanted it.

B-

B-Did you like the first time you actually had sex?

D-Uhhh…let’s just say it was very painful. That’s about it.

B-Did you have an orgasm then or do you even have orgasms?

D-No. Not then. Ummm…I do have them now, but not with every man I’m with.

B-What kinds of things turn you on?

D-I don’t know. Sometimes it can be nothing, just the way someone looks at me and other times, they could just say something. It doesn’t have to be a touch at all. It can be anything and “Boom!”, there I am.

B-Do you like to have your neck nibbled?

D-Oh, God, yes! (giggles)

B-Okay, what name do you think of in your own head when you think of your private parts? What do you call your sex?

D-Actually, seriously, I just call it the real word—my vagina….or sometimes my hoo-hah.

B-(laughs) I can hear it now: Come on big boy, pound my hoo-hah!

D-(laughs)Oh, no. I don’t really talk dirty. I love it when people talk dirty to me but I don’t talk dirty to them. I want to but I just don’t know what to say and when I think too much about what to say, I start laughing! So I haven’t gotten past the giggles with the dirty talk yet.

B-Do you shave down there?

D-Yes. Mostly, it started out I was trimming and, like, one part went bald so I decided to make the rest of it match, too.

B-Do you like the way it smells?

D-Yes.

B-Overall, do you like your body?

D-Ummm….sometimes. Sometimes, I do. I’ll look in the mirror and I’m like, “Wow!”. Other times, though, I’ll look in the mirror and be like, “ugh!”

B-Do you like to read erotica?

D-Oh, God, yes! Anne Rice, mainly. I haven’t read much of anything else because she basically tops everything!

B-Do you like to watch porn?

D-Yes! The five and a half hour long ones, not the kind you can get in adult stores. The kind you have to order. Those are the only ones worth watching.

B-Okay, here’s the big question. How many guys have you been with?

D-Hmmm…Okay, you see there’s this one that I don’t really want to count ’cause it only happened once and I fell asleep.

B-Geeeez, Dru! You kinda have to count them all!

D-Okay, okay. Five. Six!

B-It’s interesting to me how many young girls have adopted President Clinton’s definition of sex. If there was no actual intercourse, it wasn’t really sex. Doesn’t matter if you gave a guy three handjobs while you were showering with him, that wasn’t really sex.

D-Oh. Well, if you’re gonna get picky like that, that’s gonna change my numbers.

B-(laughs) Do you ever worry about your reputation?

D-No. I’m just being myself.

B-What would be your definition of a slut?

D-My definition of a slut is a girl that will sleep around all day every day and just not care.

B-Ooookay. Have you ever had sex while drinking?

D-Yes. I probably wouldn’t have done it if I hadn’t been drinking but I wanted it to happen and I just didn’t have the guts to do it. It helped loosen me up a little bit.

B-So it was the guy’s idea but you wanted to go along and the alcohol gave you that push to do it.

D-Yeah, exactly.

B-Do you prefer it rough or gentle?

D-Depends on the situation. Sometimes, a girl just really, really wants to be grabbed and pushed up against a wall and just…go for it. Other times it really needs to be nice and gentle.

B-Do you prefer to be in control or let the guy take charge of the situation?

D-Again, it just depends. Sometimes I just really want to take over so I do. Other times, like I said, I want him to just go for it and just do whatever it is he has to do and I’m just there for the ride. I like to see what he likes.

B-Do you consider yourself kinky?

D-Actually, not really. I know I like to talk about stuff like that but I don’t think I really am.

B-Okay, let’s find out. How many handjobs have you given?

D-Oh, God! Oh, God! I have no idea!(giggles)

B-Well, estimate. More than a hundred?

D-No. Not more than a hundred. Let’s just put it down as “lots.”

B-Alright. Have you been with multiple partners at the same time?

D-No.

B-Would you like to be?

D-Ooooo, that’s a BAD question to ask! That’s a REALLY bad question to ask! Owww I don’t really think I could ever do it. I would always want to but I doubt I could actually do it…unless I had a LOT of liquor!

B-Have you ever been with a woman?

D-Well, I have made out with a couple but that’s it.

B-Have you ever been tied up…or would you like to be?

D-No, ’cause that involves a lot of trust and it takes quite awhile for me to actually gain that much trust for a guy.

B-Have you had sex during your period?

D-Yeeees…

B-Well, did you like it?

D-Yes! Well, most people know when you’re on your period, you’re constantly wet down there so its not a problem trying to…y’know? A girl can’t get dried up real fast. He knew that I was on it and I was really comfortable with this guy so it was good.

B-Have you ever had anal sex?

D-Yes. It hurts but…sad to say if it was with anyone else, I wouldn’t ever do it but with this one person, yes, I did.

B-Do you like to have your ass played with?

D-Oh, no!

B-Do you like to have your breasts touched?

D-God, yes! Two percent of women can actually have an orgasm just by guys sucking on their breasts.

B-You checked those statistics, did you?

D-Yes! Actually, my boyfriend is really good at it. Your nipples really hurt for like the next five days because it feels like he’s tearing your nipples off, but it feels good at the time.

B-Do you like to be tickled?

D-During sex, no, because it actually hurts. When I get tickled, my stomach automatically gets tucked in and it just hurts. It doesn’t make me laugh.

B-Okay, here’s an essay question. If you had a man tied to a bed naked and blindfolded, what would you do to him? Discuss.

D-Oh, God, you name it, I’d do it! Chocolate, butterscotch, whipped cream. My God, that boy would be ice cream! I’d just be puttin’ the topping on him! Oh, believe me, he’d be REALLY happy! (giggles)

B-All right. What, if anything, would you consider to be your fetish?

D-Ummm…I love to bite and scratch! I love it! I looove it! When I’m scratching, it feels so good that my hands are clenching and unclenching and when I’m biting, its because I’m trying not to scream. It’s not just something I’m doing because I want to. I’m doing it because I have to and it feels good! I know one guy still has scratch marks from one of the first times we had sex months ago. I mean, it’s a scar probably.

B-Call it a souvenir. Do you like to wear sexy lingerie?

D-Oh, of course. I can’t afford it, though. Anything like that that makes a guy’s jaw drop.

B-Do you like to have a guy go down on you?

D-Oh, ha, ha, yesss! For the first three years of my sex life, that’s the only way I could get off. There was no other way for me to get off.

B-Do you like going down on a guy?

D-Of course.

B-Do you swallow?

D- Sometimes. All men taste different. You just have to see.

B-Have you done a 69?

D- Yeah. Yes. Very nice. It’s been a really long time since I’ve done one of those. I was on top and the guy knew exactly how to use his tongue and he knew exactly what he was doing. I still wasn’t sure. I’d done it before but I wasn’t an expert or anything but in the position I was in, I started learning. It was a really good experience.

B-What’s your favorite position, then?

D-I will always have to go with facing each other because I like to look into the other person’s eyes. The one I feel good most with is actually doggie style, though.

B-What’s your least favorite position?

D-Haven’t discovered one of those yet. Sorry!

B-What’s something you’ve never tried but would like to?

D-I’ve never had really, really rough sex before but I’d actually like to try that. Just totally out of surprise, out of the blue, have a guy just grab me and “Let’s do it!” don’t worry about where we are, what we’re doing, nothing. Just do it.

B-Where are some of the stranger places you’ve done it?

D-Well, let’s see…once I did it in the gazebo in the front yard of some guy’s house. I’ve done it in a Jacuzzi, outside on a deck, in the shower-that’s wonderful, by the way-on the living room floor…

B-How important is size to you?

D-At first I thought it was. One of the first people I was ever with had a very, very, very tiny penis and he had no idea what he was doing with it and that’s when I fell asleep. I had no idea what he was doing and I was just sleepy, y’know? After that, I was convinced size does matter, but now I think that if you do know how to use it, it really doesn’t.

B- What’s the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you during sex?

D- Ummm…the first time I ever had an orgasm. It really wasn’t that embarrassing but when I had my first orgasm, which wasn’t that long ago, I realized I was a gusher.

B-Really?! Go with that! That’s fascinating!

D-(giggles) Basically, I created a wading pool as I was having these orgasms.

B-Did you realize what was happening?

D-At first it freaked me out but then I realized what it had to be so ’cause at first I really thought I was peeing but I wasn’t ’cause I realized I couldn’t stop it and it wasn’t really coming from that area.

B-Did the guy realize what it was?

D-He asked. He was like, well…y’know?

B-Yeah, he was like “WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT, GIRL?!”

D-(laughs) Well, hey, some women , if they get a really strong orgasm, need to pee! But, no, it wasn’t pee. This guy and I didn’t have a relationship so we were comfortable with each other and we could be honest with each other without worrying about hurting each other’s feelings. And he actually liked…I mean, he was amazed by it and that was the very first time I had an orgasm. After that we just kept…well, that night I actually had five of them. I guess once I start, I can’t stop.

B-Did you gush with all five?

D-Yes.

B-Wow. Just, wow. Did you feel pretty drained afterward?

D-Well, I felt like I’d lost a lot of weight after that. (giggles)This guy couldn’t believe I’d had five. He said it was the first time anything like that had happened to him…and he’s four years older than me.

B-I guess you made his day…or year!

D-He did seem pretty impressed with himself after that.

B-Have you ever had sex on a first date?

D-No. Uh…yeah. No.

B- Well, which is it?

D- See. That’s the thing. We need to define what a first date is.

B- Okay. Let’s say a first date is the first time you go somewhere with a guy you don’t really know.

D- Oh. Well, I guess, “yes” then. It just kinda happens. The first time was with my really good friend’s brother. I got drunk for the first time and I’d been eyeing him all night anyway. Everybody at the party knew what was going to happen. I didn’t. He didn’t. At least, I don’t think he did. But then it did. It just wound up happening. But I think I basically brought it on. We were both really drunk. He went to go to the bathroom and while he was gone, I decided I was too hot for my clothes. I took off my shirt and my pants and left nothing on but my bra and underwear. I was just lying on his bed. When he left, I was fully clothed and when he came back, I was nearly naked. That just led to it and right before it happened, he said, “Are you sure?’ and I said “Yes.”

B-Do you worry about birth control?

D-Yes, I am on it. Since I was seventeen.

B- The pill?

D- Yes.

B- How about diseases?

D- Oh, yes. I’m very worried about those. I’m very careful.

B-In what way?

D- Condoms.

B- Do you keep some with you or do you depend on the guy to have them?

D-Actually, no, but I have some at my house.

B-How do you relate sex to love?

D-At first, that is how I related to it. If I loved him, then, yeah. But then, as time moved on, I just came up with a whole different theory about it and…I’m still working on that theory. Sometimes I just think, hey, everything happens for a reason. I just have to figure out that reason! Normally, I would say “no” to some situations and I surprise myself by saying “yes”. Sometimes, I really want to say “yes” and I surprise myself by saying “no”. Sometimes my body just kind of takes over and things happen. So…hmmm. (laughs)

B-Okay. Has there been anything you wish you hadn’t done?

D-The guy I fell asleep with!

B-(laughs) You wish you hadn’t fallen asleep?

D-No I wish I hadn’t done HIM. If I could take back any one thing, it would be that.

B-What will you tell your children about sex?

D-That’s the thing. They’ll probably have to come to me about it and I’ll tell them anything they want to know or else how are they gonna find out? I’m sure I probably won’t be as coarse but when they want to know, I will let them know.

B-Knowing what you know now, what might you have done differently?

D-Looked at myself differently. I didn’t necessarily NOT respect myself…but…I would’ve admired myself a bit more. I see the way guys look at me and I think, “Damn! Why are they looking at ME like that?” Some guys have had to tell me what they see in me. I have to realize that in some people’s eyes, I really do look sexy. It’s hard for a girl to admit she looks nice. It is!

B-It’s like when I complimented you and you tried to talk me out of it. “You look nice today, Dru.” “I don’t have any makeup on.” “Sooo…you…DON’T look nice then?” “Thank you! Geez!”

D-(laughter) Yeah, it’s just hard for me to admit I’m ever sexy because, growing up, I was always an ugly girl.

B-You were not! Never!

D-Yes! I was!

B-Would you admit that being sexy is not just a look, it’s an attitude?

D-Oh, yes. In order to be sexy, you HAVE to feel sexy. You have to KNOW it! That’s the whole attitude. It is kind of strange, though. With some guys, I want to look really, really sexy and with other guys, I just don’t care and sometimes, that doesn’t matter. Sometimes, my boyfriend looks at me and I’m still in my work uniform. Just one gaze and I’m, like, “Okay!” Y’know? I mean, I went out in just these shorts and an old tank top and these shorts are not particularly sexy.

B- I don’t know, they show a lot of leg.

D-Yeah, but I mean several guys were hitting on me and I couldn’t figure out why ’cause all the other girls were dressed better. I didn’t even have makeup on.

B- Well, maybe some guys take the time to look past the makeup and see how attractive the girl really is. The makeup is a mask. It isn’t the real you in any way. No matter how good it makes you feel or look, it is still a mask. Sometimes guys really do appreciate the real girl, not the image. For instance, you give off this absolutely uncanny combination of innocence and wantonness that nobody I ever met could pull off…except you.

D-Yeah, I know. I may not understand it but I’m proud of it and I do use it sometimes.

B-How many guys hit on you in any given week?

D-I’ve had a lot or none. Most of the time I take it as a compliment. Sometimes, I just get really annoyed. You can usually tell when they really want to get to know you and when they’re just doing it to impress their friends or make ‘em laugh. Sometimes, they don’t even really want to have a conversation with you.

B-To you, how important is conversation in leading up to hot sex?

D-It isn’t but it is when it comes to a real relationship because, later in life, sex isn’t going to be everything and you’re going to have to be able to talk to the person so they don’t piss you off and make you want to run out and have hot sex with somebody else!

Hey,are we nearly done? I gotta pee!

B-We’re done. Thank you, Dru.

D-You’re welcome.

END PART TWO

Noviomagus, Dies Mercurii xv Martius LXIX

Dear Tacitus,

I know it has been a while since I wrote to you nephew, but I warned you I would be travelling to the northern border. The chance to have a close look at our barbarian subjects is exciting and I have been here for some time in a place called Noviomagus. It is the home of the famous 10th Legion and I must say it is very impressive to see the camp with its 5,000 soldiers nestled in the curve of a wide river. The climate is awful. It is cold and damp and it rains nearly every day. The only decent thing is the beer the natives are brewing.

The tribes around here seem rather friendly, although Vitellius has been erecting a lot of towers along the big river that forms the border. The natives call it the Rhine. It is broad and, in springtime, very swift and turbulent, but the tribe near here consists of fierce warriors who are very good swimmers. I have seen them cross the river with their horses and it was a splendid sight. Vitellius says they are loyal allies, those Batavi, and their own city Oppidum Batavorum is very near.

They are not like the Friesians and the Caninefati, the tribes that prompted Vitellius to erect his towers. The leader of the Batavi is a man named Claudius Civilis. Rumor has it he is the second son of their old king, who died in one of the early skirmishes. Whatever the case, I heard this Claudius is a loyal follower of Vitellius and quite willing to let his people benefit from our knowledge.

It will not surprise you to hear I have been benefiting quite nicely from this allegiance to learn more about the barbarians themselves and their heathen practices. I was able to befriend one of the centurions of those Batavi. Not that they call their officers that. I think his rank in his own language is “hoofdman” or something like that. My friend is called Brant, which means ‘firebrand.’

They are rather tall, most of them, with fair hair and light eyes and they are excellent swimmers, as I said before I think. Even their children and females are at ease near the river. Their names are very odd and to try and pronounce them gives you a sore throat. You’ll have to wait until we meet again to know how they sound.

Since last midwinter gathering I doubt they will visit the river in the same carefree manner however. I think Vitellius made a terrible mistake in seizing a number of youngsters for his brothel. My “hoofdman” was very angry. He refused to speak to me about it, as he knows it was nothing to do with me, but I can tell something is wrong.

I used to be welcome in their settlement and the people were quite willing to talk to me, yes I learned to speak their Jovi-cursed language a bit. But not so any more. All I get these days is angry looks and lots of muttering behind my back from the natives and Brant is very reserved towards me.

It will not amaze you, nephew, to hear their hostility will not deter me in finding out more about their heathen practices. In a few days time they are going to celebrate spring equinox. I found out a lot already and one of their goddesses is called Freya. She is their goddess of love and fertility, and said to be the most beautiful and friendly of the goddesses. For them she is the patron goddess of crops and birth, the symbol of sensuality and they call upon her in matters of love. They believe she loves music, spring and flowers, and is particularly fond of the elves (fairies).

I was not able to learn what the festivities will entail, but it was agreed some time ago that I was welcome to watch them. After that stupid action of Vitellius however, they said the deal was off. I had promised them some knowledge about medicinal plants in return. You can understand how I sighed at their stupidity. It will not hamper my plans of course. I will merely have to be inconspicuous. Don’t laugh, I can do that very well, even though you always say I am too big to be a spy. To these Batavi I am of normal height you see. And my dark hair will help to conceal myself in the darkness.

Yes, that is all I know right now. The celebration of life in honor of this Freya will take place on the evening of the spring equinox. Given the nature of this goddess I can guess what kind of revelry I’m going to see. I think it’s best if I delay giving this letter to a runner until I can tell you what it was like. I’ll write to you in a few days time.

Luckily there will be opportunity enough to send my letters back to you in Rome. After word reached us that Nero killed himself Vitellius decided to go back. He is convinced he is the right choice to become the new imperator. We heard a rumor that Vespasianus has the same idea. Whatever the outcome, Vitellius left and therefore a lot of traffic will be going back and forth between here and Rome.

His strengthening his legions was another reason for the grumblings among the Batavi of late. They didn’t take too kindly to his “recruiting” so many of their young men during the last couple of months. Especially not since he took them with him to Rome. They have no idea where that is, they only know it’s far away and as warriors they realize most of their sons will never come back.

Leontis Thrasius

Noviomagus, Dies Mercurii xxii Martius LXIX

Dear nephew,

I am not sure how much time is left for me to finish this letter. A lot of things have happened and I will try to tell you all before I have to go. In a few hours time I will be on my way to Xanten, the encampment further up the river Rhine and from there I will try to journey further south till I can safely cross the Alps and come home again.

Last night I went to the Batavi settlement. I knew the celebration of spring equinox would be held in the forest, but not where. They have sacred places with ancient oak groves and I would never have found such a place on my own. I concealed myself behind their temple and followed the high priestess of Freya.

Brant had pointed her out to me once, after he saw me ogling a tall blond woman with a very lush figure. It seems the woman speaking for Freya is not the property of one man, but serves all as a vessel for the goddess. I know, it shocked me too. They call their whores priestesses. Yes, they are truly barbarians.

Well, I followed this priestess into the forest and when she reached an open space with a very ancient oak tree in the middle I was able to conceal myself in the bushes. The priestess was in the company of quite a few girls. I think they were of an age to cross into womanhood. They spent quite some time praying, I guess. The priestess was muttering softly to the tree at least. They made garlands of spring flowers and sang while doing that. I tell you, they looked like daughters of the gods with their blond hair and generous curves.

When the sun dipped below the trees the girls sipped from some kind of concoction and when the people of the settlement joined them the girls formed a circle around the big tree. Nothing special so far, you will say. Well, not exactly nephew. You see, the girls were only wearing their flower garlands by now and I had some trouble to keep quiet. My own tree wanted to be part of the festivities too.

The priestess was in the middle near the tree, around her, the females formed a circle with their faces outward and the outer circle was made up of males, facing the young women. I think the men who took part in this celebration were the unmated warriors but I can’t be sure. There’s no chance to ask them now.

The females started to sing and dance and their swaying was mesmerizing not only the warriors, but your poor uncle as well. I had to clutch the nearest tree to keep from rushing in. They looked so gorgeous; their young ripe bodies with smooth skin, firm thighs and proud breasts all for the taking. Alas, not mine.

The circle of girls moved with the sun, the warriors moved the other way around. Did I mention the warriors shed their clothes as well? I couldn’t grasp what the girls were singing but after what seemed like a repetitive part the warrior’s circle would get tighter, advancing upon the girls a bit until the next round. Finally they were able to touch each other and they started to form couples. After singing and dancing for what seemed like hours, their movement stopped and the priestess started to speak. Unfortunately I could not hear what she said but it seemed like some sort of ritual as the women answered her and the warriors as well.

What happened then was truly amazing. The priestess disrobed as well, ah what a body she revealed, magnificent. That, however, was not all, she started caressing her own flesh and when she climaxed her juices fed a clump of pale pink flowers near the base of the ancient tree.

Obviously, that was the sign for all to engage in a giant feast of deflowering and fornication. I suspect the girls were given some sort of potion, as most of them were more than willing to let the warriors spread their legs. There was some initial whimpering but that was soon lost in the moaning and sighing from all those present.

As I watched my own flesh got hot and strained and I think I may have been temporarily possessed by the spirit of this Freya. You see, when the priestess left the clearing, leaving the young folks to their pleasures, I followed her and.

I’ll write to you later.

Leontis Thrasius

Xanten, Dies Veneris vii Aprilis LXIX

Tacitus,

Thank the gods I was able to make my way safely to this encampment. It’s not as big as the previous one, but it’s a comfortable distance away. I am ashamed to admit it, but I made a mess of things. On the other hand, how was I to know the priestess was the sister of that Claudius Civilis? Yes, you read that right; she is a barbarian princess. Can you believe that? A princess who is acting as a whore? Well, maybe not completely but close enough to confuse me. Oh, well, I’d better start where I left of.

I followed the priestess when she left the clearing. She had picked up her garment and ceremonial belt and when she was some distance away she stopped to put her dress back on. I choose that moment to sneak up on her. Imagine, Tacitus, a ripe curved body in front of you, her arms in the air and her sight blocked by her dress. What would you do?

Exactly. I came up behind her and cupped her firm breasts. I tell you, I can still feel the soft skin, and the warm firm flesh topped with ripe pink berries. Of course she tried to wriggle her way out of my arms, but I merely wrapped the dress around her arms and head so she couldn’t see. I think it was fortunate for me that I could not understand all she said. The tone of her voice was more than enough. She was yelling and kicking, but I managed to get her on her back and I used strips from her dress to bind her arms and legs. After that I freed her head.

I can still remember the thrill of it all. The warm night air, the sounds of the forest, the scent of her body and the feel of my throbbing flesh. For a while I was even content to just sit and watch her strain against her bonds, savoring the feelings of anticipation, enjoying the sight of her spread eagled body squirming to get free.

Did I tell you what she looked like? She was a tall woman . well, not for those barbarians, but she was of the same height as me. Long blond hair and eyes the color of a summer sky, a vibrant blue that held a fiery spark. And her body, ahhh, her body. All soft and warm curves, not skinny like that horrible Livia your mother tried to pair me with.

And her skin was fair, almost white next to my olive colored limbs, and silky to the touch. That should have warned me of course. No commoner will ever have skin that soft and smooth. I learned from the prefect here at Xanten that it is quite common for these heathens to have their princesses become high priestess to one god or another. But it seems only those serving Freya give their body freely to all men.

I also found out I was right about much of the ceremony. The meeting I witnessed was indeed a rite of passage for the young women, aided by unmated warriors. I was told that this was some kind of pre-marriage ritual. If the woman conceived the couple would be considered blessed by the goddess and therefore meant for each other. Really neat, don’t you think? First make sure she can produce offspring before you decide to take a girl for your wife.

Well, this priestess didn’t squirm very long before she started talking. By my looks she had concluded I was a Roman infidel and she tried to educate me. She told me it was wrong to take her body against her will because that would be defiling the vessel for the spirit of the goddess. Can you believe it? She even offered me the use of her body if I would be kind enough to untie her.

You know I am not much of a fighter and I was not planning to untie a barbarian woman my size. How stupid did she think I was? But I figured if it had to be willing use, I could make her want me anyway. Writing to you makes my flesh grow hard again and I will have to make an effort to keep my hands away from my shaft until I have finished my account.

Her skin was soft and when I touched her breasts they were warm and firm and the pink tips darkened almost immediately, growing into long hard peaks, begging me to lick and suck them. That is what I did of course. Avoiding her face, but softly stroking her neck, kissing and licking her breasts for ages.

I find myself grinning broadly when I remember the way she reacted to my touch. Before long she started to squirm in quite a different way. She liked my treatment and begged me to untie her hands. I didn’t of course. Instead I kissed her on the mouth and plunged my tongue deep inside. To my pleasure she responded with bucking her hips up and her eyes grew wide when she felt my erection.

I may not be an exceptionally big man in the eyes of those barbarians, but you know me. I am well equipped to pleasure the ladies and she knew it. I swear she even licked her lips when I stopped kissing her. Sitting on my knees between her spread legs it was easy for me to fondle her breasts and at the same time explore the blond curls covering her womanhood.

What will stay with me for a long time is her scent. She smelled of wood and flowers and honey, and I swear to you she tasted of honey too. It tasted so good I lapped at her folds for a long time, entering her body with my tongue till she screamed and begged me to take her.

Needless to say I wasted no time in entering her. Boy, I tell you, that woman was so hot and wet, she had no trouble accepting me at all. I slid in to the hilt easily. The way her inner muscles gripped me told me she really had done a lot of fucking. This was no shy girl, but a lusty woman who wanted to be used all right.

I am proud to say I made her cum twice before I shot my load inside her. All the while kissing her and fondling her breasts and ignoring her pleas to free her hands. The way she moved her hips was all the cooperation I needed and that is what I told her as I was hammering away. Ahh, the feeling of her tight hot sheath gliding up and down my shaft, my balls slapping against that round ass.

After I was done, and she lay exhausted and satiated, I might add, I did a mean trick. I know I shouldn’t have, but I licked and stroked her little love button till she was almost crying for release again and she was willing to say anything so long as I would let her climax. So I had her say I was fit to fuck her goddess, telling me I was a divine lover.

She was so desperate she did just that, and when I entered her body with my fingers, she almost passed out with the pleasure I gave her. Too bad I could not have more fun with her, but at that point I heard voices approaching. And by the sound of it, they were warriors. Probably those who did not take part in the ritual. I thought it was a good time to take my leave.

Unfortunately, I had no time to do something about that gorgeous priestess so I left her behind, still tied and spread wide while I made my way into the woods. Apparently the warriors that found her were shocked beyond belief that someone had had the nerve to tie her down and use her on the eve of spring equinox. I didn’t know of course, but it seems she should have stayed away from men, that’s why she left in the first place. Something to do with the purity of the newborn year.

Whatever the case, I was hardly back when that Civilis came barging into the camp, crying murder for the defilement of his sister. Honestly, I don’t know what he made such a fuss about. She had been sleeping with hundreds of men already. It’s not as if I had speared one of their virgins!

Well, I got away before anybody found out it had been me. I tell you boy, if you ever have the chance to lay with a priestess of Freya, do it. I will have to go and find myself a woman now. Telling you has made me all hard and horny again. And stroking my own flesh is not my first choice. There are plenty of willing women about here, although not as gorgeous as that priestess. You know, I never learned her name.

One thing, Tacitus, make sure your mother, my sister, will not read this letter. She’ll only start pushing that horrible Livia into my face again. How about you by the way? Been having fun with the slaves? I bet you are holding your own orgies by now.

Take care and give my regards to your mother.

Leontis Thrasius

Gary, I’m a slut. Or, at least, that’s what I’ve been led to believe, and, God knows, I believe it. I feel like a slut. I think about sex with people I don’t know all the time: the guy in the elevator, the pizza delivery boy, Ben, from next door. Pretty much any man, or, lately, men. Pairs of men. Groups of men. Sometimes, men and women. But, I’m getting ahead of myself, Gary. I need; I really need; to tell you how this all started.

You know me. We’ve been married six years. In spite of my not being able to bear children, I’ve had no great expectations in our sex life. It’s been good; and sometimes, absolutely wonderful, like that vacation we took two years ago to Colorado. Those days and nights outside, making love in the woods and by the river, have been the wildest times of my life, and I really never dreamed of more. Until lately.

Until your father.

Dan. I’m sure you’ll hate him, when and if you ever read this. Myself, I’m not sure how I feel about him. Sometimes I blame him for everything I’ve become, but I know, if he came over today, I’d allow him to do whatever he wanted with me. Actually, correction: I WANT him to come over, and do those things. I need the excitement; the guilty pleasure he gives to me. I’m calling him, now.

Not there. Good. I guess. Question mark. Now I’ve got that itch all over again; not that it ever goes away. God, I’m pathetic!

Okay. Back to the confession, I guess. Gary, do you remember that business trip you took to Monterey a few months ago? You asked Dan to come by and check on me. You were so concerned about leaving me alone for three days. You didn’t want me to be lonely.

I wasn’t.

True to his word, he did come by, that evening. He brought an invitation to dinner, and a bottle of wine, for later. We went out to Carlo’s, as I told you. After a nice dinner, we danced. It was nice; very romantic, in a way, considering I was out with my father-in-law. I felt, at some point, his erection against my leg, and I was startled, but I actually began to fantasize, at that point. Then we came home.

We ended up sitting on the sofa, watching some lame sci-fi movie on TV, and he poured us wine. I don’t drink; you know that, but I asked for another glass, and then a third. Maybe I was inviting it, I don’t know, but when he put his arm around my shoulder I nestled into him as if he were you. He kissed my neck and whispered into my ear.

“Everything okay?” he asked, and I answered, “It is, now.” He kissed my cheek. Gary, I turned to him as he did, and his lips dragged across my cheek and onto my lips. We kissed for a long moment, then he pulled me closer, and I put my hand on his chest, and then his shoulder. Then around his neck, and I pulled him tighter.

My lips opened, and his tongue touched mine. They touched a lot for the next few minutes, tasting each other and caressing, then pressing against one another more forcefully. Our need for one another quickly built, and before too many minutes I found myself being lowered onto my back and his hand going up under my blouse toward my breast. I didn’t fight it, and when it slid up under the cup of my bra I arched my back. You can guess the rest.

I didn’t help, but I allowed him to undress me. He took a long time, pausing to look at me often, and commenting on how beautiful I was. He used the word “ravishing” a lot, and now that I think of it, it seems funny. I thought he was ravishing me, but he made it sound like I was the ravishing one! At any rate, once my blouse and bra were on the floor, he reached behind me to unzip my skirt. Gary, I rolled my hips to allow him to do that. I wanted him so badly, at that point, that if you had walked in on us, I probably wouldn’t have let him stop!

Once my skirt was off, he stood up to undress, since my attempts to pull his shirt off were completely ineffective to that point. He knew I wouldn’t take the opportunity to rethink things. In fact, I spread my legs as I watched him, and began to stroke myself through my panties, getting more and more excited. He smiled, knowing my need, and urged me on.

“That’s it, Tori,” he whispered. “Make yourself wet for me.”

I closed my eyes and played as he finished undressing, almost afraid to look at him again. I knew he was watching me. It only got me hotter. By the time I felt his hands on my thighs and the weight of his body on the couch cushions, I was almost there. He lowered his head to my pussy as I opened my eyes, and covered me with his mouth, panties and all. Within seconds I exploded onto his tongue, and he licked me through my entire orgasm.

Gary, it was the most complete sexual experience I’ve ever had. I know it hurts to read this, but I literally blacked out for a few seconds. It scared him, but when I came around I pulled him onto me, and I told him I wanted more. I wanted him inside me; wanted his big dick splitting me open. He actually ripped my panties off me! I looked down, watching his cock as he did. He was throbbing for me, the head of that beast a fiery red with desire.

When he entered me I cried out. I was so needy; so sexually stimulated that I literally cried out for him to fuck me. He did. His hips drove into me, and I felt his entire length and width against the walls of my pussy. His balls felt like huge sacks of heat as they slapped against my ass, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him to me. I noticed that I still had my high-heels on, and it made it seem all the more exciting. It was forbidden, this giving of myself to my husband’s father. It was unthinkable, but I did it, and I loved it.

Later, after my third orgasm, we lay together. He spoke softly, but his words held the weight of the world. He told me, Gary, that he had always known the way I was, since the first time you introduced me to him. He told me that I had an inborn passion for sex; that I was receptive. He told me I was a slut.

I didn’t like that. My voice got higher as I pushed him off me and cursed him. How dare he? How dare he call me that name, after using my body as he did? I sat on the edge of the sofa and cried, and he stood, watching me. “It’s true,” he said. “I’ve turned you.” I looked angrily at him, and his hand touched my shoulder. “You know it’s true,” he insisted, and I pulled away, furious.

Gary, he grabbed me by the shoulders, and pushed me back against the couch cushions. He bent over me and kissed me again, and though I tried to resist at first, I ended up opening my mouth and letting his tongue tease me, once again. Suddenly, I couldn’t get enough of him. I reached for his waist and pulled him to me. He grabbed my arms and held my wrists over my head, proving his dominance. When he arched his back and thrust his cock at me, I opened my mouth again.

I took him inside my mouth and slid my lips down the slippery length of his cock. The aroma of our combined fluids was like some sexy perfume in my nostrils, and the taste was heavenly. I felt him at the back of my throat, and I swallowed as he forced himself forward. He slipped past my uvula. I only gagged once, then he was buried in me. He held me there for the longest time, until I began to choke for air. Only then did he release me.

I coughed once, deeply, leaning forward on the couch. I thought I was going to retch. When it passed, I reached for his cock again. I wanted it between my lips, sliding into my throat. I wanted to smell our cum as I licked him clean. I needed him to make me feel like the unfaithful tramp that I was; the concubine of his son. The slut.

Your dad did things to me all that night. These were things that I would have sworn I’d never submit to, Gary. He seemed bent on cementing my new persona. Though he never actually forced me, I submitted to whatever his mind could conceive for me. No matter how depraved it seemed to me once, I allowed it; and I loved it. I think about those things we did, writing this, and I’m oozing wetness onto the chair as I do. I can still taste the strings of cum he laid across my face that night, and I lick my lips involuntarily. I can still feel the heat of his entry into my ass as I lay bound and gagged across our dining room table, and I ache for it again.

By morning, I was well on my way to being a slut. I remember laying, still dressed only in those blue pumps, with my legs spread apart and my hands teasing my nipples, watching him leave, and begging him for more. He laughed, and promised to be back that night. He was, and the next night, too.

By that third day; the day you were to arrive home, I was in full heat. Dan urged me to satisfy my cravings, however I could. He told me to dress sexily, and picked out an outfit for me. I tried to get him to fuck me again, but he said he couldn’t. He had to leave.

I went to the mall. I figured there were lots of horny guys there, and I could get fucked in one of the exits, or in a stockroom somewhere. I really didn’t care. I was crazy with lust. I walked the entire length of the mall, but there wasn’t even anybody worth trying to hook up with, so I drove to that little bar on 81. It was almost deserted, but I met two guys there. I flirted a little and they bought me a few drinks, but I didn’t drink them. I knew you’d be home soon, and I didn’t want to be drunk. I made them dance with me; first one, and then the other.

The older one, a guy named Craig, eventually got up his courage and started to kiss me, and I took it from there. I pulled him across the little dance floor until my back was against the pool table, and I lay down across it with my legs spread. With my short skirt, they could see my panties, and my wetness. The bartender warned us about making a scene, but I just looked over at him, and he knew. He went to lock the door.

Craig didn’t waste any time. He pushed my skirt up around my hips and yanked my panties off my legs. I saw the other two guys approach on either side, but I was concentrating on Craig. He dropped his jeans around his ankles, and I waited. His dick was already hard, and he slid right into me. The other two laughed as he began to fuck me. They called me a cumslut.

Gary, I fucked three men that day, and it wasn’t enough. That’s why I was so anxious to get you home, and why I went so crazy on you. Just knowing that I had the residue of three other men in me when I went down on you, was so hot! I can’t shake this madness in me. I don’t know where it’ll end, but until then, I hope you can understand, somehow. This is who I am.

“Hi Honey. I’m not exactly sure how to tell you this, but I guess I have to. I just hope you aren’t going to be angry about any of this because I know you tried to call me and I wasn’t home the other night. Well, I remember I told you I went to a movie, and that part was true, but I guess there was a little more to it than that.

“I guess you remember Rachel. Well, I know you do because you made a comment about how pretty she was when you met her that one time. Anyway, Rachel and her husband, Dave, invited me to go the movies with them and I was kind of bored and so I said, ’sure, why not.’ I had no idea they were planning on taking me to an adult movie theater, but it was okay.I mean, I’ve been to them before with you. We got there and Dave paid and took us upstairs to the balcony. It was kind of dark, but for some reason when we sat down, somehow I ended up between the two of them. That was okay though, I mean at least I was able to talk to Rachel if I wanted, and of course to Dave.

“There were some other couples there, but mostly just men sitting in the seats. Some were by themselves and other ones were sitting a little closer together but not right next to each other. We sat in front row of the balcony and Dave was making jokes about the guys down below us probably jacking off. He was just joking around about maybe we should get an umbrella for the cum came raining down, you know, stuff like that. Who knows, maybe they were jacking off, but I couldn’t tell from up there.

“It was a pretty hot movie, honey. As it continued, I could feel Dave’s knee moving against mine. It was kind of strange I guess, I mean because Rachel was there and I didn’t want her to think anything was going on between her husband and me. I kind of talked to her a little and I know she saw her husband’s knee rubbing against mine. I felt a little uncomfortable, but she looked at his knee and then back at me and just smiled. All of a sudden she leaned over and readjusted my skirt pulling it up some exposing my creamy white thigh. I really wasn’t sure what was going on as she sat back but I guess I should have had an idea. Maybe I really did, but I didn’t do anything to stop any of it.

“All of a sudden Dave leaned over and whispered in my ear. I couldn’t believe what he was saying, honey. He wanted to shove his fingers in my pussy.he wanted to finger my cunt right there in front of his wife. I just kind of pulled back and looked at him and then at Rachel. She smiled and mouthed to me to go for it. I guess they both knew, or had an idea, of what was going on. Really, the way things happened that night, I guess they had planned the whole thing. I looked back over at him. He had a big grin on his face and I figured what the hell, and spread my legs apart. His hand touched my leg and slid gently across my thigh. I looked at Rachel one more time and I knew she was okay with it.

“I could feel his fingers moving under my skirt toward my cunt and I thought, well, you know, fair is fair and I just let my hand drop to his lap and grabbed at his bulging dick through his pants. It felt sooo hard too, honey. I just rubbed my hand lightly over his cock, leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes. I could feel his fingers pushing into my wet pussy.oooh and honey, his fingers felt so good shoved inside. He’d take them out and play with my clit, then slide his long fingers back inside of me. I just laid back and enjoyed the sensations in my pussy. I felt his other hand on my tits and he was rubbing them through my blouse. My eyes were still closed and I moved my hands to my blouse-I really hated letting go of his stiff dick and unbuttoned my blouse and could feel my bra being pulled down exposing my tits. I put my hand back on his cock and let him feel my tits while his fingers fucked my pussy again. He stopped and all of a sudden I could feel his tongue on my nipple, kind of flicking at it, but something really strange happened that I couldn’t figure out at first.

“His hands were unzipping his pants and the next thing I knew his cock and balls were free. I opened my eyes and it was Rachel-it was Rachel’s tongue pressing over my hard little nipple. I wasn’t shocked I guess.but I was more than a little surprised, at least at first. I took Dave’s hard cock in my hand again and started stroking it. He fucked his fingers back inside my hot pussy and I could feel his precum leaking out making his dick slippery while my hand moved up and down the shaft. He may have been satisfied with me jacking him off I guess. His cock felt so good and I wanted to take it in my mouth, but I wanted Rachel to keep licking and sucking at my nipple.

“I didn’t know what to do but I had to have that dripping cock in mouth and I couldn’t wait any longer. I broke free of Rachel and twisted around in my seat and bent over taking Dave’s hard cock in my mouth. My wet tongue moved over the silky head and I licked just underneath before finally just taking his cock in my mouth and sucking it right down to his balls. Ooooh, honey, his cock felt so fucking good in my mouth. At the same time, I could feel Rachel’s fingers digging into my pussy from behind while I sucked her husband’s cock.

“I could feel his cock starting to really twitch in my mouth and I knew he was going to come. I didn’t want him to yet; I just wanted to keep sucking and sucking, but Rachel’s fingers were making my pussy red-hot with desire and I just couldn’t pull away from that big cock fucking my mouth. I sucked it harder and got my hand down to his balls. I played with them and I could feel that throbbing dick starting to jerk in my mouth. I pushed at the base of his balls as hard as I could and heard him groan. His hot, creamy cum started shooting from his cock into my mouth. Rachel pushed her fingers deep in my cunt as her husband came in my mouth. I could hear Rachel’s soft voice urging me to hold his cum in my mouth. I wasn’t sure why, but I did it, honey, I held his hot jizz in my mouth until he was done coming.ooooh, it felt so good, but I wanted to drink it down so bad!

“Dave’s cock was getting softer in my mouth and I finally pulled away. Some of his cum was dripping from my mouth and down my chin. I turned to look at Rachel, actually, to somehow find out why or how long I was supposed to keep his cum in my mouth and I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Her mouth moved quickly to mine and she kissed me, honey.her tongue pushed into my mouth and we shared his cum between us.

“I was so fucking hot.I wanted to come! I would too, not then, but later. We left and went back to their place and, well, one of these days I’m gonna have to tell you what happened once we got back. All I’ll say about it now is licking and sucking cunt and cock, not to mention getting fucked, all night is so fucking great! Please don’t be upset with me, honey. I know you’re probably thinking this is my fault for some reason. I didn’t mean for any of it happen, I really didn’t-it just did somehow!”

Hi Baby,

Wanna know my birthday wish? I hope so, because here it is.

I want you to dress up all sexy. You would wear the black mini dress that I bought you. The one with no straps and that just barely covers your luscious ass. No bra of course. And your dress is so tight that I can see the shape of your breasts perfectly.

For panties, you would not wear any. We would paint you on a pair of panties using liquid latex. Silver latex with sparkles mixed in. At first glance it would look like you had panties on. Someone would have to get a really good look to realize that you don’t have any on. Of course, you would have to shave your pussy. That way the hair will not spoil the latex effect.

I would leave it up to you whether to wear thigh highs or not, and what kind of shoes you would wear. You would look so hot. You in that tight dress, breasts just fighting to bust out. And whenever you would bend over, I would see your ’silver’ panties, knowing of course that they are not panties at all.

The next step, after a few pictures of you, is for us to go out. It does not really matter to me where we go. What matters is that you tease me. Bend over in front of me whenever you get a chance. Maybe flash your breast at me from time to time. Kiss me. Nibble my ear. Rub my crotch every now and then.

But most of all, flirt. You see a cute guy, flirt with him. If we are at a club, ask him to dance. Then make sure you flirt while dancing. Grind against him. Try to make his cock hard. Let him put his hands where they don’t belong. See how long it takes him to figure out that those are not really silver panties.

And let him do what he wants to you once he figures it out. Let him kiss you. Nibble your ears. Kiss your neck. Let him squeeze your breasts and play with your nipples. Let him squeeze your ass and stick his fingers in your pussy. Just make sure that I can see all of this happening to you.

Let him pull his cock out and stick it into your wet pussy. Just have your ass facing him and bend over. Let him slide his hard cock into your cunt. Let him fuck you right there on the dance floor. Just make sure that I am there.

I want to hear your moans of pleasure in my ear. And feel your breath on my neck as he is doing this. And when he cums, I want you to be kissing me passionately until he finishes pumping his hot sperm into your pussy.

After this you are to pick a new flirt victim. I want you to do this until you have had enough. Just don’t stop at one.

And remember, when all the other guys are done, it’s my turn. I get to do to you whatever I wish. Fuck that cum filled pussy. Eat that cum filled pussy. Or both. Or whatever I wish. But I won’t stop until I’ve cum at least three times, and you have cum just as many times too.

The vision of you freshly fucked. Your skin flush. Your hair mussed up. Those silver panties would be all but gone by the time it is my turn. Your well used pussy just dripping with cum.

I would lay you down, and kiss you. How many guys will have already had their tongue in your mouth tonight? Will you have sucked some of their dicks? Knowing this will only make it hotter.

I would work my way down to your breasts. You love having your nipples sucked. Now down to your belly button. I’m close now. I can smell your pussy. And all that cum that the other guys have left in you.

My desire will quickly overpower me. I will dive in tongue first into your full cunt. And your clit will be so sensitive already from all that fucking. I will make sure you have at least one orgasm while I’m cleaning some of their cum out of your pussy.

There is nothing quite like sticking my hard cock into a pussy that is already full of cum. There is a difference in the slipperiness. Knowing that it is another guy’s cum just makes my cock that much harder. Soon my cum will be added to that already in your pussy.

At some point I am going to lie on my back. I want you to climb on top of me. I want you to slide your pussy up to my face. We would be positioned in a sixty-nine style position. If you suck my cock while we are like this, great. But it is not important. What I am wanting more is for you to ride my face. I want to lick your cunt until you are shaking with pleasure. And your orgasms have pushed all that cum out of you.

So that is what I want for my birthday wish. Now a big breath. Whoosh. I blew out all my candles on the first try. So my birthday wish will come true.

Love Kris

“You know honey, I was just lying here in bed thinking about that club we joined, you know, Passions. I never thought I’d go to a swingers club but it was really different than I thought it would be. I kinda thought there’d be all kinds of people running around naked and having sex all over the place, but it wasn’t like that and.well, based on what actually happened that night].I can’t wait to get back there one of these nights.

“I wasn’t sure what to do when Mike came over and asked to join us and then when we went downstairs, shot pool and sat on the couch talking, but he was so nice. Really good looking too. I gotta say, even before you asked him if he wanted to go upstairs to one of the private rooms, I was wondering what his cock looked like. I mean, his skin was so dark and smooth and that’s all I could think about.a hard.long.thick. dark cock.so when he agreed.I could feel my pussy start to throb.

“I thought it would be awkward because we really only did something like this once before and that time I was nervous, but I wasn’t this time. I remember lying on the bed between the two of you. All three of us were undressed and you put your hand on my breast. My right hand went down and grabbed your hard cock and my other hand reached for his and I was just rubbing.and stroking.both of you and all of sudden his mouth covered my nipple and he sucked it in.oooh.it felt so good when he did and then you pinched my other nipple and.well.my pussy.mmmm.it felt so fuckin’ good.

“His hand moved down my body and I could feel his finger slip inside of me and I kind of tensed.I wasn’t afraid.it was the excitement and then your mouth covered my tit and bit softly on my nipple.I couldn’t keep my hips still with his finger fucking me.mmmm.-I’m sticking my fingers in my pussy now-and then he moved down the bed.I didn’t want to let go of his cock but I couldn’t hold onto it and I could feel his breath as he moved down and his tongue started to lick lightly at my clit. You were pinching and sucking my nipples and kissing me on the mouth and running your tongue along my ear.it all felt so fucking good, especially when he pushed his tongue inside of me.oooooh fuck.if he would have just kept running his tongue in and around my pussy I would have come right then but I think he was teasing me.I think you both were somehow.because he stopped.I wanted to reach down and pull his face back and make him fuck his tongue into my cunt some more.mmmm.

“[But then he came and laid next to me again.mmmmm.I just had to have your cocks in my mouth.remember when I got up and turned, on my knees, toward both of you. Your cock was in my left hand and his dick in my other hand.I leaned over you and took your cock in my mouth.damn, you were so fucking wet.and I sucked your cock and kept jacking him off.mmmm.but I couldn't neglect him and moved my body over.still holding your cock.I looked at his[cock].in the room.the way the light was.it looked so dark.almost black.remember.do you remember how fucking dark his cock looked and how big the head was.mmmm

“His cock had big veins and the head.mmmm.I slipped the head past my lips and took it in my mouth.the head had a nice soft feel to it and I sucked on it and I could feel the prefuck juice dripping out and I took it deeper into my mouth.still rubbing the shaft of your cock. Then I let his cock slide from my mouth and took your cock back in my mouth and sucked and then went.first one cock in my mouth and then the other.mmmm.fuuuckk.it was so fucking good.

“I’m not sure exactly how it happened but somehow I was lying down again between the two of you and he was licking my pussy and clit.mmmm.but then he stopped again and I wasn’t.well.I wasn’t happy he quit.

“I wasn’t really disappointed for long though because then he climbed on top me and slid his hard dick into my wet pussy. His cock fucked in and out of my pussy in nice long, slow strokes at first and I remember you were kissing me again.and he just fucked and fucked and then started to raise his body up and all of a sudden my legs were pushed back.my feet on his shoulders and he kept fucking me.still slow but getting faster and deeper.I was moaning.shit.I love being fucked like that.I could hear him groaning a little and I thought he was going to come but he slowed down.but fuck.he was hitting that spot and I came.mmmm.it felt so good.mmmm.

“But then he stopped fucking me and well.it wasn’t fair for me to come and not you two. Still, he asked me if I wanted to get on top.and you know how much I like that.I managed to say yes and started to move but I turned toward you on the way and your dick was standing straight up.I was only going to suck a little and then get on top of him and bury that cock in my pussy.but I couldn’t stop sucking your cock and then all of sudden he was behind and I could feel his cock pushing into my pussy.mmmm.a cock fucking my pussy and a cock fucking my face.mmmm.I could have done that forever and we did a long time I guess but then I heard him say something about switching and you guys did.then he was lying on the bed and you were behind shoving your cock in my pussy while I sucked him.

“Mmmmm.I could feel the precum from his cock and I rubbed my finger over the top and I could tell he liked the way it felt.his cock was twitching and I played with the head with my tongue and finally took his cock all the way down in until the head was touching the back of my throat.it was all the way in].I just stopped my head and held it there.kinda wiggled my head back and forth and I could hear him.it was soft.but I could hear him saying “that’s awesome.that’s awesome” Mmmmm.and it was. I started sliding my lips up and down his hard cock again and using my hand a little while you kept fucking me from behind.I could feel your finger pushed into my ass while you fucked me

“His hand grabbed his cock and he was kind of jacking off.I stuck my tongue out of my mouth and he rubbed the head of his cock across my tongue and he just seemed so close to coming.I pushed my head down taking his cock back in my mouth. His hips were jerking and I was waiting.mmmm.I was waiting for him to shoot his creamy cum in my mouth and all of a sudden his movements stopped.I know you told me later you thought he had come.that he had filled my mouth with his cum.that it was squirting against the back of my throat.but it didn’t.mmmm.he wanted to fuck again.to change places with you

“We changed positions.and I took your cock in my mouth and I could feel his mouth on my butt and I thought he was going to lick my pussy but his tongue pushed into my asshole.just a little.mmmm.it felt so good.but I have to tell.I felt like such a fucking slut.but it was a good feeling.and then his cock replaced his mouth and I thought he was going to fuck me in the ass while I sucked your cock.I waited.trying to relax but he pushed his cock back in my pussy and started fucking me.he was really fucking me hard too.mmmm.it was hard sucking your cock with him driving his hips. My ass was slamming back against him and all of a sudden.almost like it was planned.he pushed forward hard and stayed there.I could feel his spasming cock and I knew he was coming deep inside of me and as soon as he did your cock started squirting at the same. with all that cum filling my mouth.I swallowed hard and fast and tried to clamp my pussy down on his cock and hold him inside of me.mmmm.I didn’t get all of his cum out of my pussy until we got home.

“And then we just laid there.you were rubbing my tits and hips and he was touching me too and it felt so fucking good to there between the two of you.it was great.it was really fuuuucccckkkkingggg greeeaatttt!

“Mmmmm.yeah.so I wanna go back again.I wanna do it again and again.mmmm.”

Dear Brad,

I got your letter yesterday, so you want me to fuck the two of them. That sounds like a lot of fun. I would rather tease them a little bit more before I do. Maybe if I tease enough they will become bolder. They are so shy now. I get so wet when they look at me wearing skimpy clothes. Besides , I love to tease. My pussy gets sooo wet and hot when I do. You know how I love to make other men’s cocks hard by letting them get a glimpse of my naked pussy.

Yesterday I decided to wash the car and timed it so that I might be able to get our paperboy John to help me. It didn’t take long when he saw what I was wearing. I had on a white cotton top, no bra, that would let him see my tits when bending over. I also wore a pair of white cotton short shorts. No panties. They fit so tight that you could see the outline of my cunt through them. I knew that once my outfit got wet it would become transparent. I already had a wet spot where the material was wedged between my swollen pussy lips when he arrived with the paper. As I saw him coming up the driveway I came out with a bucket and sponge. Care to give me a hand washing the car I asked. Sure he replied as his eyes went straight to my crotch.

“I have to deliver two more papers first though and I be right back”.

When he arrived back I already had the car sprayed to wet it down and was washing the back window. I made sure I was leaning against the corner of the trunk pressing my pussy against it. The pressure I was applying to my hot pussy felt good. I also knew that my shorts would be transparent in just the right spot from the water on the trunk. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I turned around. I then bent over to get him a sponge, giving him a clear view of my tits. He couldn’t take his eyes of me the whole time we were washing the car. Of course my outfit kept getting wetter. From John accidentally spraying the car in my direction. Eventually it was almost like I had nothing on. John had a huge bulge in his pants the whole time. God I wanted to suck his hard cock, right there.

When we were done I made a comment on how see through my clothes were, then invited him in to have a cold drink while I changed into something dryer.

“I bet you would like me to leave this on. Do you like what you see?” I said as I poured John a glass of pop. He just shook his head in response, eyes wide as he took in the view.

I then had him sit in the living room while I went to change. I made sure that he could see our bedroom door from where he was sitting, knowing he would be able to see my reflection in our bedroom mirror if I left the door open a little bit.

My hot pussy was twitching in anticipation of what he was about to see me do while changing.

First I stood in front of the mirror so that I could look at how I looked through his eyes. My nipples were clearly visible and hard, but my pussy was something else. It was so swollen, and with the shorts wedged between my pussy lips you could see every little detail. I then reached down rubbing my cunt and I could feel how slick my hot juices were between my legs compared to the dampness of the water elsewhere.

I was cumming with in seconds realizing how horny he must be from watching me masturbate.

I slowly striped out of my wet clothing letting John get a good look at my now totally naked body. I turned this way and that before I reached for a nice short skirt and a cropped off T-shirt. I could see his reflection in the mirror, so I knew he was watching as I pulled the skirt up over my hips. He knew that I didn’t bother with panties.

I was so hot and horny that all I could think about was how I was going to get him to show me his hard cock. I wanted to watch him jerk off. See him cum all over the place as I masturbated in front of him. Finally I decided to be blunt with him.

I came out of the bedroom, looked at him and said ” If your as horny as I am after seeing me in those wet clothes your cock must be some hard. Why don’t you take it out so I can see it, after all you had a pretty good view of my wet pussy.”

I then sat across from him and spread my legs.

“Look how wet my cunt is. Come on jerk that hard cock of your for me.”

His mouth dropped open. He was speechless as he stared at the view before him. I began to edge him on some more as I inserted a finger into to my steaming hole.

“You’ve watched me before haven’t you, now it my turn,” I said to him. “I bet you have a real nice cock.”

“Yes,” he stammered.

His hands were shaking as he tried to open his pants. I stood up and walked over to him asking if he needed some help. I then squatted before him and reached for the huge bulge in his pants. As soon as I touched the bulge he stiffened. I then felt a wet spot on his pants. He came as soon as I touched him.

“I gotta go,” he said as he rose and exited out the front door.

Poor John was so embarrassed about cumming so quickly. Maybe I can get him to masturbate for me tomorrow. I do want to see his cock all nice and hard. Maybe I’ll suck it for him. I’d love to have him cum in my mouth. I will certainly write you and tell you all the hot details.

Love, Sue

Day one

It’s actually Day Two. Yesterday doesn’t count. Yesterday they told me to keep a journal. To write down how I’m feeling. To ’share’.

They tell me I’ve been here two weeks. I’m sure they’re lying. That’s how I feel. That’s what I’m going to ’share’. I don’t know why I’m here. I’m not insane. I’m not crazy.

I’ve seen some crazy people here. I’m not like them. However, if they leave me here long enough, I will be. I’ll be that lady sitting over in the corner by the window talking to her reflection. As long as I’m not the one who stood in the middle of the room and pissed. That’s just wrong.

No one will tell me why I’m here. Just that I needed to be here. I need to be home. Only I can’t seem to remember where it is. Strange.

That’s all for today. I’m tired.

Day two

It’s actually Day Three. Maybe I’ll change it tomorrow.

I still don’t know why I’m here. A doctor wanted me to talk to her today, to tell her what I remember. What am I supposed to remember? They won’t tell me.

The crazies are crazier today than they were yesterday. Piss Lady shit in the middle of the room today. That was . shitty. There’s another one who plays checkers against herself. She sits on one side of the table, makes a move, then gets up and goes to the other side of the table and makes a move, then gets up. you get the picture. If anyone goes near her she growls. I stay away.

They made me take some medical tests this morning. Wires on my head. I think they wanted to see if I have a brain. They wouldn’t tell me the outcome. Bastards.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll write about my roommates. Cellmates. Whatever. There are bars on the windows.

I’m tired.

Day four

Yes, it’s actually Day Four. The first day didn’t count, but I need to know what day it is. They don’t have names anymore, just numbers. Like me. Only I don’t know what my number is. Must be 324A, my room and bed. It works.

I mentioned that I’d write about my cellmates today. There are two. I don’t know their names. Maybe like me, they don’t have one. 324B is some fat slob of a woman. She doesn’t get out of bed. She doesn’t talk. She just lays there, eats, watches TV, and moans. Great conversationalist. 324C is . weird. She only shuts up when the lights go off at night. Not that she talks loud, more of a mumble. They take her away three times a day for about an hour each time. When she comes back she’s quiet for ten minutes. I timed her. Then she starts mumbling again. She looks at her fingers when she’s mumbling. I think she’s counting, but I’m not sure. And I’m not going to ask.

They didn’t look for my brain today. I must not have one. Which would explain a lot. Like why I can’t remember what I’m supposed to remember. They seem to be of the opinion that I’m purposely not remembering. If it would get me out of this stink dive-hole I’d remember.

I don’t like it here. I feel like there are bugs crawling under my skin. And I’m never clean. Why can’t I get clean? I shower three times a day, but I still feel. dirty.

They still won’t tell me what I did. But it must have been bad.

Day eight

I thought it was Day Five. Then they told me it wasn’t. I think they’re making me crazy by lying to me. Where did Days Five, Six, and Seven go? Maybe they went to visit my unknown and unremembered past. It’s probably nicer there. There probably aren’t crazy people there.

Piss Lady is on the rag. She’s leaving a trail everywhere she goes. It’s rather disgusting. No one will do anything. They just have a janitor follow her around with a mop. I stay out of the community room.

They don’t want me to do that. They tell me I need to socialize. I told them about Piss Lady and they told me there’s no one there doing that. But she is. They want me to believe I’m crazy. They don’t go in there, they don’t know. Only the orderlies go in there. They see it. They know I’m not crazy.

They looked for my brain again today. Still not in my head. I wonder where it is. How am I surviving without it? Must be on autopilot or something. They also looked for my heart. I think they found that. Good. At least the blood will continue to flow thru my veins. If not to my brain. Or maybe it does go to my brain, but my brain is in a jar somewhere else. I don’t know.

Day nine

Lost the first half of today. Don’t know where it went. I woke up at my usual 8am, then it disappeared until 5pm. Interesting. How can they steal nine hours like that? I don’t get it.

Wow. I’ve heard about people who lose hours or days. They have multiple personalities. Do I have another person living in my body? I hope not. That other person probably has all my memories and is hoarding them. That’s just not cool. Unless something really horrible happened and that other person is keeping me from remembering. I’ve heard about stuff like that happening, too. Thing is, if I can’t remember, then I have to stay here. I don’t like it here. I’d rather remember.

Bloomburg came to see me today. No one else seems to recall seeing him. So they probably think I’m even crazier than they originally thought. I don’t know why I call him Bloomburg. I think his name is Gil. Gil something, but not Bloomburg. I just know I’ve always called him Bloomburg. And I’ve known him for years. I just can’t remember where we met. Or where we went. But we used to go places together.

Anyway, it was a nice visit. 324B was in the room. Her moaning was a bit distractive, but we managed to visit despite it. At least 324C was gone. On one of her daily disappearances. He only stayed an hour. Then he had to leave, but he promised he’d be back.

He wouldn’t tell me why I was here, either. That bothered me. Maybe they told him he couldn’t tell me. They want me to remember on my own. Only, they claim he wasn’t really here.

This is tiring. Trying to keep sane when everyone around me is trying to make me crazy.

Day ten

It’s really Day Twelve. I’ll fix it next time. Because only parts of Days Ten and Eleven happened. On Day Ten I recall waking at my usual 8am, having breakfast, then it all disappeared until my usual bedtime of 11pm. Day Eleven I woke at my usual 8am, had breakfast, then it disappeared until 5pm. I had dinner. I watched TV in my room for a half hour then the day disappeared until my usual bedtime of 11pm.

Today has stayed all day. I like that. And I don’t like that. They made me go to the community room today. Piss Lady is off the rag at least. But she’s still pissing in the middle of the room. She’s quite annoying.

I stayed off by myself in the community room. I people watched. As long as I remember I’m not one of them, it’s actually amusing.

Did I mention they told me I don’t have multiple personalities? I asked. They also told me my brain really is in my head and not in a jar somewhere. I was being a smartass. They thought I was serious. Better watch what I say around here. Too easy to be mistaken for one of the crazies.

Day thirteen

Told you I’d fix it. I had a dream. It’s the first time I recall dreaming since being here. I think they had me on drugs. And that’s why time disappeared. I passed out.

The dream. Quite strange, actually. I woke at my usual 8am. I was here, in this dreary depressing hospital or whatever it is with the bars on the windows. The Place I Don’t Like. But then something strange and mysterious happened. I left my body. I didn’t hover like you hear about in near death experiences and stuff like that. I just got up out of my body. I remember feeling totally free and so very happy. I closed my eyes for a split second and I was gone.

Not gone gone. Just not here. In The Place I Don’t Like. I was in the outside world again. I was walking along the sidewalk. No one could see me. It was strange, but way cool too. A few people seemed to sense I was there, I could tell by the looks on their faces, but they seemed confused. I turned to look at a man who had turned around to look at me. or in my general direction, anyhow, since I knew he couldn’t really see me, then next thing I knew I was inside some other person’s body and was walking behind the man I’d just looked at.

I had no control over where this other body was taking me. You’d think being in that body I should be able to have some control, or to know what this person was thinking, where we were going. But I didn’t. It was like I was a bug on his shoulder or something, just along for the ride. I know it was a man’s body I was in because we went into a restaurant and after ordering we went into the bathroom and I looked down and could see his dick. Looked pretty big. I thought: hmm, wouldn’t mind some of that!

I saw him in the reflection of the mirror as we left the bathroom. He didn’t wash his hands. I found that disgusting. I tried to get him to go back, but like I said, I had no control over him. I felt nauseated as he picked up his burger with those hands he hadn’t washed and brought it to his mouth. Thankfully, because I was along only for the ride I couldn’t taste anything. I would have puked in this man’s body. Try explaining that to a doctor. puke inside your body from another person.

We left the restaurant and went to his office. He didn’t really do anything for the rest of the day. In fact, he seemed to be good at doing nothing while appearing to be doing something. I wondered if I’d ever master that. I was getting bored being his passenger and tried to get out of his body. We weren’t doing anything interesting, and if I was going to hitch on another body, I wanted some adventure.

This dream was becoming tedious. I tried to wake up. No go.

I stayed with Mr. Boring Doesn’t Wash His Hands for a couple more hours. When he boarded the train to go home and lounged back in his seat I was able to leave his body. To my relief.

It was weird. The train was traveling at a pretty good speed, yet I walked out the door and onto the ground as if it was stopped. Even the breeze it created as it passed me, causing the long grass to sway, had no effect on me. It was like I was there, yet wasn’t. I held no substance.

I managed to make my way back to the city. What city? I don’t know. The City. I closed my eyes again. When I opened them I was here again. In The Place I Don’t Like.

I was sitting on the bed. Exactly where I’d been when the dream began. 324B was moaning. 324C. she looked at me and her mumbling was different. Still incoherent, but more pointed. If that was possible. She looked scared, but more confused than anything. I looked at the clock. It was 6:45pm. I missed dinner.

I liked the dream. I hope I have more.

Day sixteen

Days Fourteen and Fifteen disappeared. And yet they didn’t. More of those Leaving My Body Dreams. They start out the same. I close my eyes for a split second, then I’m sitting up and leaving my body. It stays here in The Place I Don’t Like. I go to the outside world.

I was careful. I didn’t hitch a ride with anyone until I saw what they looked like, where they were going, and if they looked like they might be fun. On Day Fourteen I slipped into the body of a woman who had big tits. I’ve never had them and wondered what it would be like. The only difference seemed to be she got stared at more. Sometimes she didn’t mind, other times she did. Depending on who did the staring.

And that’s what made that dream the most different. I was able to connect with her emotions, but not her thoughts. And I still had no control. Because if I had, there was one man I would have made her kick in the nuts. He spoke in a language I didn’t understand, but his physical actions made it pretty clear what he was saying. It wasn’t “My, you look lovely today” that’s for sure!

I stayed with her for most of the day. We went visiting to her friends house, then to her mothers. We went shopping and bought some new clothes for a date. While she was trying on her clothes, I got a look at her body. Not the body I would have chose, but I still wished I could feel what it was like to be that body. To know what it was like to be that size. As a passenger you don’t get the full effect.

I was hungry. She was dieting. Not that it would have made a bit of difference to me. She could have filled up on ice cream and cake and a fat juicy steak and I’d still be hungry. No fun being a passenger.

On Day Fifteen I again left, but not for as long. I wound up in Mr. Boring Doesn’t Wash His Hands body again. Not by choice. I closed my eyes and wound up in his body. No getting out of my body and drifting along until I found a body to hitch onto. Nope. Not that time. That time it was one second in my body, the next in his.

We were at that same restaurant again. This time when he used the bathroom I was able to get him to wash his hands. It wasn’t easy. He was nearly out the door before I was able to get him to turn around and go back to the sink. His face reflected in the mirror was one of confusement. Like: why am I doing this? I wanted to scream: So I don’t puke in your body!

After we ate we went back to his office again. He hated his job. He wanted more out of life, but didn’t know what. I couldn’t help him. I was little more than a passenger. So we sat at his desk, surfing the web on his computer, hoping he didn’t get caught looking at the porn. I wanted him to go into the bathroom and jack off so I would know what it felt like, only I knew I still wouldn’t know. How frustrating, to be housed in the body of a man with a big dick and still not know what it was like to be a man with a big dick.

Before leaving the office he surfed some more on the computer, this time looking at sports statistics. The hard on disappeared. We went to the train. He closed his eyes and when I opened mine I was back in my body.

No dreams today. I stayed here the entire time. I tried. I sat on my bed and closed my eyes, but every time I opened them I was still here. In The Place I Don’t Like.

Day Twenty

No dreams. I’ve been here. The Place I Don’t Like. They tell me I haven’t really left my body. I told them I didn’t say I had. A dream is just that. Stupid bastards. I know it’s all escapism. I’m dreaming I’m what I’m not, what I’ve never been, what I’ll never be. I’m a small woman. In a hospital that has bars and no one will tell me why I’m here.

My amusements consist of watching Piss Lady, Checkers Lady, and Lady Who Talks To Her Reflection. Or listening to 324B moan. And not even a sexy moan.

They’ve quit looking for my brain. Excuse me. at my brain. They’ll think I’m crazy if I make reference to my brain being in a jar. They still want me to tell them what I remember. I still don’t know what they’re talking about.

Day twenty-three

On Day Twenty-One I did nothing. Absolutely nothing. They wanted me to go to the community room. I wouldn’t go. Piss Lady had pissed me off the day before, after I wrote here in my journal. In fact, I had just finished writing and she walked over to me and pissed on my goddamn foot! Of course, they didn’t believe me. So I stayed in my room and watched TV with 324B and 324C when she was there.

They can kiss my ass.

Day twenty-two was interesting though. I woke up early. Six am. Bloomburg was in my room. I asked him how he got there and he told me he had connections. I didn’t care how he got there, I was just glad he was there.

I told him about the leaving my body dreams. He laughed and said that was so typically me. I don’t know what he meant. He told me he’d make me glad I was in my body. And awake.

He laid down beside me. They make us wear hospital gowns that have the ties in the back and show off your ass if you don’t put another one on backwards. So he was able to get my clothes off with two tugs. He didn’t close the curtain around my bed, so 324B and 324C were able to see everything. Not that it mattered. One moaned all the time and the other one mumbled. They couldn’t tell anyone anything. And besides that, it was kind of a turn on knowing if they woke up they could watch. even if they were crazy.

I don’t remember if Bloomburg and I were lovers before I wound up here. But we definitely became lovers after. That morning.

He opened his shirt but didn’t take it off. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and slipped them down past his hips with his underwear. Then he positioned himself between my spread legs and told me to play with my pussy while he stroked his cock. So I did. I ran my finger along my slit, then against my hole before going to my clit, and back again, over and over, feeling my pussy getting wet. All the while he was stroking his cock and I watched it growing, getting bigger, getting harder.

He said: You want me to fuck you? Is that what you want? You want my cock in that tight little pussy of yours?

I told him to fuck me till it hurt.

He lifted my body and had me straddle him, lowering me until I could feel his cock going up my pussy. With my feet on each side of him, his hands on my hips, we slid my body up and down his cock over and over before he pushed me backwards, his cock still inside me. With my hands behind me, I was still able to leverage myself so I could slide against his cock while his thumb rubbed against my clit. I could feel my orgasm building with every thrust, every rub of his thumb. Then he pulled my body up again. He put his hand behind me and I could feel his finger going up my ass, his cock in my pussy, his mouth clamping down on my tit while his tongue teased against my nipple. At that moment I was insane. My moans were so loud they were more like screams. I had an orgasm like none I’d ever had before, my juices gushing over his cock, my pussy gripping against him so tightly he groaned as his own release was cut off momentarily. Then I felt him explode inside me.

When I slipped off his lap, he was soaking wet. We laughed and used the sheet to clean up, then threw it on the floor. I was slipping my sexy hospital gown back on when we looked over and saw 324C had been woken and was sitting on her bed rocking back and forth, her hand between her legs. We laughed again. Bloomburg pulled his pants back up, kissed me good bye and promised to come see me again. Soon.

I don’t know exactly how many days it had been since I’d had sex before then, at least twenty-one. I was sore. All day I was feeling the effects of his cock banging into my pussy. It felt great. For the first time since waking in that place, I felt alive.

Nothing bothered me the rest of the day.

Day twenty-four

They read my journal every day. They don’t believe me. They say I made Bloomburg up. That he wasn’t in my room. That I used something to fuck myself and pretended it was Bloomburg. My imaginary friend.

I told them that the next time they could check for semen. They said that wouldn’t be necessary. Imaginary men don’t have semen.

Bastards. They can kiss my ass.

Day thirty

Have decided since they think I’m nuts, I’m not going to write every day. Only when something interesting happens. Something interesting happened today.

Bloomburg was here again. We fucked. Again. This time it was a quickie in the janitor closet. I saw him in the hall on my way to the community room. He opened the door to the closet and went in. When I reached it, I went in. He bent me over, rubbed his cock against my pussy a few times, then plunged it into me. With my hands grasping my ankles, he took hold of my hips and slammed into me, over and over, again and again, ramming his cock in as far as it would go each time. Then, just before he exploded, he stopped and turned me around. He pushed me to my knees and stuck his cock in my mouth, shoving it halfway down my throat before I felt his cum shoot out.

He promised that next time it would be all about me. Then he pulled his pants back up, stuck his head out the door, took hold of my hand and we went back to my room. He stayed for an hour and we visited. But he wouldn’t tell me why I was here.

Day thirty-five

Am I insane?

I had a dream. Only it wasn’t really a dream. It was one of those leave my body things, only different. I left, but I didn’t really leave. It doesn’t make sense, I know. That’s why I question my sanity.

Let me see if I can explain this. Since they’re going to read it. I want them to know that I now know why . or at least might know why I’m here. Only I don’t think it’s why they think I’m here.

I woke up at my usual 8am. I opened my eyes. I was in bed 324A, but I was also out in the real world. I was hitching a ride with Mr. Boring Now Washes His Hands. Only this time I had some control. Not a lot. I still didn’t know what it was like to be the body of a man with a big dick, but I could dictate where he went and what he did. I saw Miss Big Tits. He stared at her tits until I forced him to look at her face. I persuaded him to go to her even though he balked at the idea and fought me the whole time. I made him introduce himself. David Bloomburg.

Then it hit me! This was my longtime friend, Bloomburg! I was in Bloomburgs’ body! And I remembered so much! I remembered him coming over to my apartment, hanging out watching movies, chatting about our day, bitching about our lives. And I realized that the man I thought of as Bloomburg, the man I’d been having sex with most every day for the last two weeks, wasn’t Bloomburg. For some reason, I just associated his name to the man.

The woman introduced herself as Mary Castlebaum. I knew her, too. She was a client of mine. Only I couldn’t, and still can’t, remember what type of business I ran.

While I was there, but not there, they made small talk and went to the restaurant Bloomie had gone to while I was hitching within him.

At the same time this was going on, when I was gone but still here, I was also aware of what was going on here. Two of the doctors were in my room. They had wires attached to my head. My body seemed to be in a rigid catatonic state. I was breathing, but there was no reaction to anything. It was like everything was paralyzed. No brain activity. I could see that on the portable machine they had hooked up to me. Yet I was breathing on my own. They were stumped.

Neither of the doctors was the man I thought of as Bloomburg. These were the men I’d seen almost daily, hooking me up to the brain machine. These were the ones I’d joked about my brain being in a jar and they thought I was serious. These men had no sense of humor. Maybe because they’d worked in this nuthouse too long.

Anyway, without preamble, I was in my body again. I opened my eyes, looked at the doctors and said: I’m back now. You can leave. Then I pulled the wires off my head and got up to use the bathroom. They were and probably still are dumbfounded.

Of course, no one will believe this. Just like I haven’t been having sex with some man I thought was Bloomburg. I wonder who he is?

Day forty

They told me I’m not insane. I don’t have multiple personalities. That maybe I’d be better off in a different setting.

They’re assholes. They won’t tell me why I’m here.

Bloomburg, who isn’t Bloomburg, came to see me again. I asked him his name. He told me I already know it. That I have to remember what it is and who he is. I asked him if he was the devil or some demon and I was his human mistress. He just laughed at me and told me that was so typical of me. Whatever the hell that means. Then he pulled the curtain shut around my bed, pushed me down, spread my legs and buried his head there.

Oh my God! It was definitely worth the wait! He kissed my inner thighs, teasing with his breath against my pussy, nipping at the tender flesh around my pussy, before finally using his tongue to lick my slit up and down, burying his face deep inside. He licked, he sucked, he nipped with his teeth, he put his tongue deep inside my pussy. I had to use a pillow to cover my face so no one would hear my screams. I was out of control, my hips rising, pushing myself against him, alternately pulling his head against me and trying to push it away. It was so intense it hurt, but in a way that leaves you feeling so good you think you’ve died and this is your reward. I have no idea how many times I had an orgasm. I lost count after two.

While I was trying to find my mind again he went into the bathroom to wash his face. And maybe jack off, I don’t know. One of the nurses came in while he was in the bathroom. She yanked my curtain open, and there I was with my gown still up around my waist, my legs spread open, the smell of my pussy juices filling the little area.

“Jesus Christ, Matilda!” she said as she pulled my gown down. Her face was pinched and she looked like some eighteenth century prude. Or what I imagine one would look like. Like I’d done something wrong instead of having just experienced the best going down on ever.

“Why am I here, Finklestien?” I asked her.

She told me not to call her that, but ignored my question. Then I informed her that as long as she called me Matilda I’d call her Finklestien. Afterall, I’m 324A.

She took my vitals and suggested I not engage in ‘extracurricular activities’. Then she left.

Bloomburg, who is not Bloomburg, stepped out of the bathroom as soon as she rounded behind the door. I wondered why he always made himself scarce around other people. The only people he’d let see him were 324B and 324C. The crazies.

We talked about art for an hour. We always talked about something intelectual. Then he left.

I got out of bed and went over to sit by 324C. She was mumbling and counting her fingers.

“I know you can understand me. When he comes to see me, do you see him?”

She glanced at me momentarily and I’m pretty sure I saw her nod her head. Just a little.

The longer I’m here, the more I doubt my grasp on reality. What if they’re right and I’m somehow fucking myself?

Day forty-seven

According to them, I’m making progress. I don’t know what they mean. Everything before forty-seven days ago is still a blank. Unless I’m telling them things I don’t remember telling them. Maybe I suffer from short term memory loss. But. Wouldn’t I be able to remember things from my long term memory? Or maybe my brain was the victim of some sci-fi experiment you thought only happened in the movies. I don’t know.

No more dreams where I’m out of my body and hitching a ride with some other body. No more unexplained hours that have disappeared. Unfortunately, this is where I’ve remained. Here. In The Place I Don’t Like. With Piss Lady, Checkers Lady, Lady Who Talks To Her Reflection, 324B and 324C. Finkelstien and Bloomburg who isn’t Bloomburg. And the good doctors who are making me well without me knowing how or why. Without me realizing it.

Maybe the goal was to make me insane and think I’m sane so I don’t know I’m not sane. Maybe I did nothing to get here. But they keep me drugged up so I don’t know the difference. But for some unknown reason I have to be kept away from the outside world.

And they don’t let me read what I’ve already written. They take the pages away every night. No matter where I stash them. There’s only so many hiding places. And they know them all. So I can’t even look back at what I wrote before. Maybe I’m just writing the same thing over and over. How will I know?

Day fifty

They tell me I’m leaving. Next week. That I’m cured. I’m going home.

Where is home? It’s a little apartment over by the river. Downstairs is my shop. I tell fortunes. I guess I used to be good. I made a decent enough living at it. I even used to help the police with some missing person cases. Can I still do it? I don’t know.

Why was I put here? Nobody knows. They weren’t able to find it in my psyche. All they know is that Bloomburg found me huddled in a corner one afternoon. I wasn’t talking. I was ghostly pale. I’d probably been there for a couple days. They finally told me yesterday. After I told them my life story up to two months ago.

Did I go somewhere I shouldn’t have? Did I see something I shouldn’t have? I have no idea. I think I short-circuited.

Bloomburg who isn’t Bloomburg, whom nobody except me and 324C have ever seen, has disappeared. Was he my imaginary lover? Was 324C getting off watching me get myself off? Why do I sense the name Gil? Who is he? Is he real?

My name isn’t Matilda. Finklestien, who is really not a Finklestien at all, only called me that because I . I guess I remind her of someone named Matilda. Or she hates the name and hates me so she just puts the name to the face. Who knows? Well, I might if I ever get my abilities back again.

Actually, I think I did have them. For a while. Here. I seem to recall being here and not being here. And the real Bloomburg was involved. He who will be taking me home next week. He who was kept away from me because they wanted me to get better on my own. Whatever. Might not have taken so long if they’d let me see the real world. Beyond the bars on the windows of this nuthouse.

I don’t belong here. I never belonged here. I’ll be glad to be gone.

Final day/ Day fifty-six

This will be my last entry. The last time they get a peak into my brain. It’s a little scary, I’m surprised they wanted to see it at all.

I know the answers.

I know what I saw. I know why I spaced out. And I’m not telling. Mystery is good for the soul. Keeps you interested. Makes you question.

Bloomburg who isn’t Bloomburg. Is Gil. Gilbert Finklestien. No, not really. I just said that for fun. To see if they’re paying attention. He’s real. He’s as real as you, as me, as 324B and 324C and the other cast of characters in this nuthouse. He’s waiting for me at home. He’s my partner. My soul mate. My other half. In ways they’ll never understand. He really was here, and yet he wasn’t. 324C is nuts. at a level beyond they’re comprehension. That’s why she could see him.

Be kind. Live well. Love often.

I’m outta here.

“Hi honey. I have something to tell you and I hope you won’t be angry with me, but you know how sometimes things just happen. Well, I didn’t tell you this before because I thought you’d be upset, but you know we tell each other everything.so here goes.

“Well, last Tuesday when you called me at work and they said I was out.well, I was. They sent me to pick up some supplies and I was so close to West Virginia that I, well.you know, I decided to go over and visit that adult bookstore we’ve been to.you know, the one with the theater. I know I shouldn’t have done it, but well, I just couldn’t help it honey. I went in and was a little afraid to walk back where the glory holes are by myself so I paid the guy at the counter five bucks and went into the theater. There weren’t very many people inside, but I sat down a seat away from a guy.a nice looking guy.

“I tried not looking over at him, but I knew he was watching me, honey. I had on kind of a short skirt, well.it pulled up when I sat down and crossed my legs and I could kind of see him out of the corner of my eye looking at my creamy white thigh and I just kind of adjusted myself a little to pull it up even higher. He seemed to be paying more attention to me than the movie. I wanted to look over at him but the movie was one of those I really like. Nothing but women sucking cock and swallowing all that yummy cum, honey. It was really turning me on. I remember one guy shot his hot, juicy cum all over a woman’s face and I started to squirm in my seat and I think the guy next to me noticed.

“Well, I know he did because I looked over I could see the bulging dick in his pants and he was breathing a little heavy.well, I was too by then and I kind of knew he wasn’t watching the movie all that closely. I was kind of waiting for him to make the first move. I mean, I didn’t want to be obvious about it and I knew it would be wrong, but then he asked me if the seat next to me was taken. I just kind of laughed because it was such a silly question, but I smiled and motioned him over with my hand. He got up and I could see that hard cock pushing against his pants. He just kind of stood in front of me for a minute and I wanted to reach out and grab it, but I held back honey. He could probably tell though because when I looked up he was smiling from ear to ear.

“He sat down next to me and all of a sudden he put his arm around me and whispered how hot he thought I was. Mmmm, honey, I didn’t know what to do. I mean, I could feel his hot breath tickling my ear and you know what that does to me. I don’t know, I just kind of put my hand on his thigh and moved it up and down his upper leg and his mouth was still right next to the side of my face and I could hear him moan softly, ‘Ooooh, baby.yeah!’

“Well, it was really turning me on and I moved my hand up letting it rest for moment on the outline of that hard cock in his pants and then I squeezed. His breathing was little more jagged and his arm tightened around my shoulder. Oooh, honey, I rubbed over his cock but I wanted to get it out his pants so bad. I couldn’t take it anymore. Honey, I hope you understand, but I started playing around with his belt buckle and finally got it undone and my fingers worked at the zipper. It was hard getting it down and he wasn’t helping much because his hips were squirming all over. When I heard him tell me to grab his cock I could feel how wet my pussy was getting. Mmmm, and honey, I fumbled around inside his pants trying to get my hand inside his underwear and finally did. I could feel that hard dick in my hand just pulsating. Oooh, and honey, it was so wet with his precum.

“It felt so good, honey. I just kept rubbing my palm over the head and then I heard him again. ‘Go on, baby,’ he said. ‘Take it out.you know you want to.’ He was right honey and I reached over with my other hand pulling the top of his underwear down and just jerked it out. It was dark in the theater but I could see the soft-skinned head glistening with drops of pre-fuck juice in the dim light of the movie. I looked back up at the movie and it was another cumshot. The actress had cum dripping all over her face and I let out a gasp and the guy knew I liked it. He even asked me and I told him I loved to feel squirting cum all over my face. He just kind of laughed and told me to follow him. He zipped his pants up and stood waiting for me. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but I got up and followed him out.

“He led me back to where the glory holes are and reached in his pocket handing me a bunch of quarters. He told me go in a booth and I watched him walk into the one next to it. I think he thought maybe I didn’t know what to do or expect, but we’ve been there before honey and I knew exactly what to do. I put some quarters in the slot and the movie came on. I didn’t even have to switch.another video with a woman sucking cock.hmmmm.it was making me so hot, but I wanted the real thing. I looked at the large glory hole.you remember how big they are at that place? Well, he just stood in front of it. His pants were still on and he didn’t do anything except stand there. I guess he was going to make me do all the work, honey.

“I got down on my knees and pulled at his cock through the pants. It was easier this time. I got the zipper undone and his pants and underwear down around his knees in no time. His cock stood out straight toward my face and I moved my head forward and licked the head cleaning off the clear fluid gathering on it. His cock started to jump, but I pushed my lips over the head and sucked, holding it from twitching around.

“I put my hand around the thick shaft and pumped his dick into my mouth and could feel his hands pushing my head down. My mouth was moving up and down the shaft. I was licking just under the head and up and down the length of him. I felt like such a slut but I didn’t care. It was like a fuck frenzy in my mouth and I reached down with my free hand pushing it under my skirt and played with my pussy. His cock pounded in and out of my mouth, really deep, honey. I mean his hips were moving back and forth really fast and the way his dick was digging into my mouth I almost gagged a couple times, but I wanted his cock deep in my mouth jabbing against the back of my throat.

“I worked my mouth up and down faster. I could feel his wet pubic hair from my spit against my lips and nose. I sucked harder and pushed my tongue flat against the shaft of his cock. Hmmm, honey, his cock tasted so good in my warm mouth. I could hear him start to moan, almost like a grunt and his cock was growing in my mouth and I knew he was close to coming, honey, Hmmm, and I wanted him to shoot his load of hot cum in my mouth. My fingers pressed underneath his balls and I waited for him to come, but I guess he remembered what we had talked about in the theater because he suddenly pulled his hips back and his hard cock plopped out of my mouth.

“He leaned forward so I could see his face. He was breathing hard and there was sweat on his forehead. ‘You love sucking cock don’t you!’ he said. ‘You want me to cum.cum all over your face!’ Hmmm, honey, I felt weak with excitement when he said it. I tried to speak but could only nod my head.