Diary of a Juicy Wench
I write. I write about the experiences I have shared with others and experiences I wish to explore.
I will add more as time goes on …
Please. Me.
DiaryAnd here it is. The promise. You will be touching your cock soon enough when you realise it is you I am speaking to. I will be right there with you watching your hand under the covers reaching for your beautiful cock. This same cock that has…
Kiss Me!
DiaryI wait by the door. I listen for your car. Come! Now! Please. I am so fucking excited that I can barely breathe. I think about your mouth on mine so often these days that the very thought makes my pulse race, makes my cunt ache and makes my…
The Priest. Fiction.
DiaryForgive me, Father, for I have sinned …
With a final lipstick check in the rear vision mirror Allessandra steps from the car, counting the steps it takes to reach the inside of the church, 39. The white silk shirt strains against her breasts,…
The Last Time.
DiaryHad I known it was the last time would it have been different? Looking back almost a fortnight later there were clues I chose to ignore. The way he looked at me with soft and gentle eyes all the while whispering the words that made me moan. …
Seconds.
DiaryThe fantasy of fucking her immediately after she had been fucked played on his mind. The very idea of putting his cock inside that wet cunt was too good to ignore. He knew she would make it happen. She loved to please. She lived to please. Oh…
The Meal. Fantasy.
DiaryHe sits at the head of the table where he belongs. She sits opposite dressed in the clothes he’d selected earlier. The whore looks as she should. The black corset has the desired effect, her breasts squeezed tight, almost spilling out. Although,…
Mr Big.
DiaryI wanted to kiss you tonight. There. I fucking said it. I wanted to kiss you too. I guess it was then that the decision was made. They would kiss. They would start there.
The whore and the whoremonger. She with ten thousand lovers and him…
The Couple.
DiaryIt starts with a late night call. Will you see us? Why not? It’s been a while. Come.
It’s always about the balance of power. My house. My rules. There are no rules. Let’s see where the energy takes us. I read it when they…
The Cuckold. TBC.
DiaryThe voice on the end of the phone. He is nervous. He doesn’t know if she is the real deal. His palms are sweaty and his cock limp. It isn’t that his cock is even that small but it is most definitely unworthy. He knows that much…
The Vial.
DiaryIt would be true to write that I am his muse. This thing of ours has changed the game. The game has two players and one coach. And now I am going to write in free fall so you might get a glimpse from behind the curtain.
It has been ten days…
Paul E.
DiaryHe was always going to make an impact. From the moment he stepped inside she’d felt a frisson of excitement. Different. Sometimes the energy two people make together creates more than sparks, it brings forth two animals who peer out from underneath…
The Sex. God.
DiaryIt had started that morning with a man whose need was to be owned. He fed off her words of humiliation and contempt like a kid in a candy store. Of course, she didn’t touch his worthless cock nor was he given permission to touch her Goddess…
The Office. Fantasy.
DiaryShe takes her time getting ready, freshly waxed, hot shower, perfume (Christian Dior - Addict), stockings, heels, white bra, white shirt, black skirt, black heels. Her hair is a wild mess of curls as though she has just walked along the beach…
The Day We Met.
DiaryI was rested. I was ready. Come. And there you were. I laughed inwardly when I heard myself audibly gasp at the sight of you. You with the sunglasses you with the smile and the confidence exuding from every pore of your body. Suddenly…
The Gentleman Caller.
DiaryThis man. This man with the mouth that could kiss her all over. This man who would gently pull her hair to turn her face toward his. Yeah. This man.
She asks if he would enter her home with his cock out, hard, she will be on her knees…
Charge.
DiaryHe drives quickly through the night getting ever closer to being further away from his daily life. He spends his days in charge - decisions - people - places. Ah but soon.
She pulls on her boots and stands in front of the mirror to apply…
Call Me.
DiaryI’m waiting. I lie here with the arm of Zeus ready willing able. I imagine him there - he is - waiting for the time to arrive. He will call me at 7pm. It’s a thing. I am excited. I am ready. Right on time. Not a second before nor a second…
The Kiss.
DiaryIt starts with a kiss, doesn’t everything though? The kiss of life. The kiss of death. La petite mort. The flow of the sexual energy from his mouth to hers causes her to bite her lip in remembrance. Her body responds at the very thought of…
VIP.
DiaryWho is a VIP? You already know if you fit into that category. You will have visited Allessandra Browne on many occasions. You know her body. You remember her scent. You ache to feel her mouth wrapped around your cock. You share a sexual connection…
Please Sir.
DiaryIt takes a certain kind of man to make her truly submit. It starts with his ability to assert himself. He knows what he wants and he intends to have it. It is that intention that creates the heat between the him and the her. It is in her this…