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Today I was a bit paranoid. I got this idea that someone was following me. I think I was influenced by some articles I read about stalking. But I really can’t think of someone who would be stalking me…well… except those whom I had sex with. I don’t have any decent reasons for being paranoid; it’s just a hunch, a feeling that someone is following me. Because I was feeling anxious, I thought it would be a good idea to release the tension by masturbating.

When I got home I went straight for the shower. I stripped of my clothes, leaving them on the floor. I was thinking about bringing a dildo with me, but I couldn’t find one. I’m a messy person and when I masturbate I tend to leave my toys at the crime scene… so I didn’t bother searching the entire apartment. The shower and my fingers would have to do for now.

I like teasing myself. I start by pouring water on my nipples… first worm water to make them soft… then cold water to harden them… and I repeat it until I’m wheat down there… without any showering. When my nipples start to hurt, I take the shower down there to clean myself. I change the temperature of the water again… just as a tease… and I increase and decrease the intensity. First I push it to the maximum, because I like a strong start, and as I feel I’m about to come, I lower the pressure to make it last longer. Then I take my body gel and start rubbing my whole body. It feels good. After that I wash it all of, except down there, and I introduce 2 fingers in my pussy, rubbing my clit with my thumb. I do that until I come.

After I took the shower I felt relaxed. I had the urge for a pizza, so I ordered one. Ten minutes later, I got a call to confirm the address. The man at the end of the line asked me if I’m a Miss or a Madame, so I though about playing with him… just a bit.

‘I’m whatever you want me to be’ I said.

He didn’t know what to answer, so I told him he had a sexy voice. He hung up. Five minutes later, he called me again.

‘I’m on my break now, if you want to talk to me.’

‘Hm… that depends. Do you have a big cock?’

‘I have a big and strong one, just for you.’

‘Well, I might put it in my mouth then. Would you like me to?’

‘Oh, I can’t believe this is happening…’

‘Then don’t. Put your hand on your cock. Rub it for me and tell me how it feels.’

‘Hm, I want to fuck you so bad.’

‘Well, I’m not wearing anything, so I’m ready for a fuck. My nipples are hard and my pussy is all wheat. Fuck me hard!’

I heard the sound of a satisfied men and I hung. I wasn’t sure if he came or not, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to tease someone. I hope he’s not going to be the one delivering the pizza… I might feel temped to actually fuck him…

Today I met with one of the members of a dating site I joined some time ago. It’s nice to find mature people that are interested only in one night stands… no strings attached. Of course, I’m picky about who I meet, and there was something special about this one. He’s been sending me messages for about 5 weeks now, and I could say I was impressed by his perseverance. He was not really my type… short, dark complexion and in his 50, but the way he wrote the messages was really hot.

We met at a small pub near my place. He suggested it so I guess he lives near by… and that he’s not a stalker. He couldn’t be. The site never gave away my identity before, so it was just a weird coincidence. He described himself perfectly, so it was easy for me to find him in there. He was a bit surprised when he saw me: ‘You look younger than 25… and too good to be true’. ‘I’m not showing you my ID, if that is what you’re aiming for’ I told him. He smiled. We started talking about each other, but not like in a typical date. We didn’t describe our likes and dislikes, but our sexual fantasies… and it all started with a sex joke. Of course, he told me that he was married, but he wasn’t wearing any ring… so he could have said that to make it clear that he wasn’t looking for a relationship. It was OK with me.

He said that he fantasizes about teenagers, and that I almost look like one. That was weird, but it managed to turn me on. He talked about how he would be the teacher and punish the girl for not paying attention in class. ‘I need to use the bathroom. Be right back’. I went to the toilet, to freshen up. Actually, I went in there to make him a surprise. I pulled my hair in two ponytails, and when I came back, he smiled and asked if I wanted to continue back at his place. So we went there.

Fortunately for me, his place was in the opposite side of the city, so I guess he chose the meeting location because of that. We went up into his apartment, and he gave me a drink. ‘Young lady, should you be drinking that?’ I think he started to play out his fantasy. ‘Sorry Sir, please don’t tell my parents.’

‘You’ve been a very bad girl! Turn around!’

I turned around and he lifted my skirt up. ‘You naughty little girl! Does you mommy know you are wearing thong?’ Then, he went to sit on the sofa, and told me to come there, pointing at his lap. I came near him and he put me on his lap with my ass pointing up. He grabbed the back of the thong and stretched it at its limit. Then he let it slap me, and repeated it for several times. If felt good. The front of my thong was all wet and he saw that. He pulled my head back from one of the ponytails and he put his finger in my pussy. ‘You like that, don’t you?’

‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Now be a good girl and make me happy’

He lifted me up and opened his fly. His cock was quite small, but it was rock hard and thick. It wasn’t hard for me to put it all in my mouth. I sucked it until he came, which didn’t take him long. But his cock was still hard, so I laid on the sofa, waiting for him to fuck me from behind. He slapped my ass really hard and then put his cock inside. As wet as I was, it still hurt a bit when he did it. I guess I was too tight for it, but it felt amazing. I come before him, but he managed to make me come again before his number was over.

That was quite a good experience. I should accept Internet dates more often. It seams that today was another good day for science…

Today I had to stay extra hours at work to finish that stupid report. I don’t think I can put up with his expectations anymore. I finished the assignment around 9, so I was happy to go home and just sleep! But, things don’t always happen as planned.

I put the report on his desk and headed towards the elevator. It was not working. I should have remembered that the company officially closes at 8, so all the elevators and the exit doors were blocked. Lucky for me, the surveillance room was on my floor, so instead of waiting for someone to notice me jumping up and down in front of the camera, I went straight to that place. I found no one there, just an empty room, so I crashed on a chair waiting for something to happen. And it did. As I was looking at the cameras, I saw a couple of people on a lower floor becoming more and more… intimate. They were hiding behind a desk, thinking that the camera would not reach that far, but they forgot about the mirror hanging in the corner.

The man was laying on the floor facing it, with his pants dropped at his knees, and his shirt covering his face. The woman was giving him an erotic massage. I thought it would be interesting to sit back and enjoy the film, so I zoomed in with the camera, hopping to catch every single detail. I could see the moonlight reflecting on the woman’s naked back as she was rubbing against the man is a sensual way. Her breasts seemed soft and fragile as she pushed them up and down his back. I looked around me and I didn’t saw or heard anyone coming, so I put my hand in my pants, playing with my clit. The man turned with his face up, pulled the shirt of it, and grabbed the woman’s breasts as if he was an animal. The woman couldn’t have manage to escape him even is she wanted to – though it was clear that she was enjoying herself. Then, their sudden and rhythmic moves gave away a deep penetration. She slapped him, but that made him grab her neck and fucking her even harder.

‘I can see you are enjoying yourself’. The night watcher came back to the surveillance room, and I didn’t hear him. I guess I was too caught in the moment. ‘Don’t stop because of me. Please. Make an old man happy and carry on…’. He sat on the chair next to me, putting his glasses on. His hands were shaking from excitement. I thought to myself ‘Why not…’, and I continued watching my movie. Now, the couples forgot everything about the cameras, and the woman was leaning on the desk while he was taking her from behind. He reached for his tie and put it around her neck, keeping her under a leash and controlling her breath.

‘I’m too old for this thing, but I can help you if you want’. The old man sitting with me offered to give me a hand… so I didn’t refuse him. ‘Come behind me and feel my breasts from under the shirt’. He got up and did what I told him to. The extra pair of hand came really… handy… as his soft shaking fingers were making my nipples become harder and harder. So I came, in that chair. The characters of my movie were not done yet, but I had my share of the action.

‘Do you often get similar action around here?’ I asked the old man. ‘Well, not like today. But you’d be surprised of what good quality movies I’ve seen while working here’. I thanked him for the help, and asked him if he could turn the elevators on for a few minutes. He did, and he told me to ‘come again’… and see him.

Today was again a good day for science…

Today I went to see my friend… well, we’re not quite friends but he’s the closest I got to one. He works in a Sex Shop near to my place, and he’s originally from Slovenia, so we get along very well. I know what you are thinking, but I haven’t fucked him… he’s not into women. I enjoy having small talks with him, and the fact that he always lets me try the new toys before buying them. So I picked up a few and went home. I was exhausted from work, just like in the Beatles’ song, except I don’t have anyone to come home to (not that I’m complaining).

As I got inside the building, I rushed to catch the elevator… there were a few people in there, but I couldn’t wait to try the toys. I didn’t even notice that the handsome neighbor was in there with his family. He was staring at me. I felt awkward, but I liked it. Don’t know why. When the elevator reached their floor, his wife had to call his name to make him get of… it was like he was in a trance. Perhaps he had a flash back with our past encounter.

I got into my apartment, closed the door, stripped of my clothes and rushed towards the bedroom.  I got the bag with the harmonies and I closed my eyes and I draw a first object out of the bag. It was an inflatable dildo. I was wet, but not wet enough, so I tied a scarf around my eyes (I love that) and I started touching myself. My nipples were getting hard, until they started to hurt, and I lowered my hand between my thighs. It was worm there. I pulled them tight together, and I started to move my fingers in a circular way. It felt really god. I imagined my mysterious neighbor touching me there and I almost came… but I stopped. Sometimes I like to tease myself. I put the dildo inside and started to inflate it. I never had one like this before. I could feel it moving inside me, like a penis that is getting harder and harder. Then I began moving it… and I came with just a few gentle moves. It was intense. I didn’t plan to finish this quick… I still had other toys in the bag. So I thought of smoking a cigarette and trying another one. I cleaned myself with a towel, grabbed my sleeping robe, and went on the balcony. It was cold, and my nipples started to hurt. I guess I was still aroused. As I lighted my cigarette, I heard the door bell ring. It was around 8 and I wasn’t expecting any visitors. I opened the door and I saw my handsome tall neighbor: he was helping his wife with a petition concerning… something. I think he was surprised seeing me and he looked down… or perhaps he saw my hard nipples through the robe. I invited him in with the excuse that it was cold in the hall, but I was thinking of only one thing: fucking him. I closed the door and I noticed that he saw the clothes that were lying on the floor. I smiled and I said ‘These are supposed to go here’, and I opened the robe. He got a hard one, so I approached him without doing anything… just waiting to see what happens. I was really horny. He then threw away the papers and pushed me into the wall, biting my nipples. It hurt, but I liked it. He unzipped his pants without undressing and started fucking me right there. He was the silent type. Not a sound came from his mouth. He came long after I did. Then he zipped his pants and got out the door, forgetting about his papers. I felt satisfied. I got to fuck him!

I went on the balcony for another cigarette, but again, I was interrupted. It was him, coming for the papers. I gave them to him and told him ‘Good night!’. He didn’t say a word, just rushed out of the apartment. Poor thing! I scared him away…

I went back to my bedroom to continue with my toys. It was a great day. I only hope that tomorrow I’ll be able to be fresh at work…

I came home late today. That jerk wanted me to finish the report by tomorrow. I hate my job. But at least I got to know better my neighbors. Some say it’s not wise to fuck where you live … or does the saying go in a different way?

I live at the eleventh floor and the doorman is always happy to open the door for me. I guess he’s happy about opening the door for anyone. As I was entering the building, the doorman’s fake smile was interrupted by the voice of a man telling him not to close the door. I looked back and I saw a 40 something tall man coming my way. The doorman said ‘Hello mister Smith, how’s life with the little missy?’ Of course his last name was not Smith, but I thought it was a bad idea to write down his real name. Actually, at that time, I didn’t even know who he was because as I told you I’m not much of a social person. I only knew his name and that he was married… and good looking. Oh, yes, and that his family was living in the same building as me. But these are just small and irrelevant details compared to what other details I have relating to him.

As he entered the building, he must not have seen me, because he pushed his suitcase under my…ass. I don’t know how he managed to do that, but perhaps the fact that I was wearing a short baggy skirt eased the process. I only know that when the cold suitcase touched the lower side of my ass, I felt aroused. When I feel aroused, I tend to blush… and he saw that. He apologized for the accident, and tried to be a gentleman by opening the elevator’s door for me. His voice was deep and the more he talked, the more horny I became. By the time we reached the 7^th floor, I couldn’t help myself and I jumped on him. I started kissing his neck, with one hand holding his tie up, almost strangling him, and with the other one rubbing his cock. He liked it… I could feel it getting hard. But then, the elevator stopped at the 10^th floor, and she pushed me away and ran outside. I just hate a man who leaves me unfinished. I was not suggesting a marriage; I just wanted to have a quickie! God I was horny!

My floor came next, and I got out of the elevator. I started searching for my keys. I can’t concentrate when I’m horny, so the more I searched the more nervous I got. ‘Can I help you with something?’ I heard a voice and as I turned the other way around, the pizza boy was staring at me. I said ‘Yes you can!’ and I pushed him in the elevator. I blocked the door and I started to unzip his pants. He wasn’t saying a word, just smiling. What 18 year old pizza boy would turn down a horny woman? So we started to fuck. Not that it would have mattered at that time, but his cock was really big! I didn’t even take my clothes of, just ripped of my panties and started ridding him. He finished before I did, but that didn’t stop me in getting what I wanted. I continued fucking him because his cock was still hard. And I finished. I got out of the elevator, but not before taking a leaflet… in case I wanted to eat pizza… .

So perhaps I scared my neighbor, but the pizza guy made my day. I’m sure I’ll see both of them again, though I’m not sure I would fuck the pizza guy again. I get turned on easily, but strangers are simply much more irresistible. And I can say that I now know the pizza guy… really god! Perhaps I should try again with my neighbor?

Tomorrow is another day…

My name is Gemma and I’m 25 years old Polish woman… going on 20. I work in an office in a small local company, and every day I’m taking the bus because I don’t own a car yet. I’m not much of a social person this is why the persons I meet don’t stick around much to become my friends. That makes me a bit sad, mostly because I don’t have close friends to ask me how my day was. At first, it may seem that my life is ruled by routine, but I would not exactly describe it like that. I am a sex addict and I don’t discriminate either of the sexes. This brings me to the reason why I’m writing here. I want to keep an online diary of my memorable encounters. Since I have no close friends to confess to, I will post here all my sexual exploits that made my days special. I hope reading them will give you a kick.