| This is 'Dear Diary', excerpts from the fictional journal of Janie.Part 1Dear Diary,I've always thought of myself as a bit too old-fasioned for my age. Here I am, a 29 year-old woman in the 21st century, the age of liberated executive women who assert themselves in the boardroom and the bedroom, and I'm strictly a lights-off-missionary-style girl. Very different from the other ladies.This week the wive's club lunch was down at the Mad Hatter's Tea Room, across the street from the park. They have a nice menu of light lunch items, and they don't mind if you stay for a while and chat over a pot of Jade Oolong, which is what we had today. It has such a strong summery flavor; it reminds me of lazy summer days in the barn at grandmas when I was a little girl.Today we got a little silly and Leanne started telling some dirty jokes. That lead to jokes about how bad men are at sex, which lead to a discussion about how bad (or good) our husbands are. Leanne says that her man, Paul, is her love-slave and that she makes him pleasure her for hours at a time, and then sometimes doesn't even let him finish. That sounds so mean to me! Mark has never not finished in me, sometimes he's done before I can even get really hot.It was kind of embarrasing when they started talking about their favorite positions. I'm not sure what 'the warrior' is, but I'm pretty sure Mark had never done it. At least, not to me. Jodi said her man doesn't like to have sex with her very much (can't say as I blame him, Jodi is really sweet, but she's a bit of a 'roll her in flour' girl), so she bought a vibrator. Would you believe she pulled it out of her purse right there in the Hatter?! I probably looked like a beet watching her wave that thing around in public!Well, anyway, we had a good time this week, and we decided to go to Panera for lunch next week. We'll be working on chapters 10-15 of 'The Rooster Crows at Midnight'. I'm not really much of a fan of murder mysteries, but it gives us something to talk about.Bye!Janie'Dear Diary'part 2Dear Diary,I didn't make it to lunch today. It was supposed to be a beautiful day today, so I got up early, put Goldie out in the yard (much to his dismay, he was hoping to steal the bacon again) and made Mark some breakfast so I could get him off to work qickly so I could get the housework done early.When I went to get him up he put me back on the bed for a quickie. I know it helps him to keep his mind on work instead of on the girls at work, but I hate it when he does that. After he does his business he goes into the master bath to get ready for work and I have to walk out to the main bath to clean up. By that time his stuff is running down onto my socks. Foul-smelling sticky mess it is.Anyway, after Mark left I had a couple of cups of coffee, put on the 'arena rock' station and kicked it into high gear to get the housework done. By 8 the kitchen was spotless and the dishs were running, by 9 the laundry and living room were clean, and by 10 I had the bedroom and rec-room done. I hadn't done my reading for wive's club, and I'm supposed to lead the discussion (such as it is) today, so I poured a big glass of wine, put on my suit and went out to sit by the pool, enjoy the weather and wine and read. Goldie was happy to see me, he'd been sitting at the sliding door all morning looking mournful at my refusal to let him in to fur the place up. He came and layed down on the deck beside me where I could pet him once in a while.I was still in high gear from the morning so I guess I overdid it a bit on the wine. I drank the whole glass in 10 minutes and was well on my most of the way through my second by 11. Between the cool breeze and warm sun on my skin and the head full of wine I was feeling pretty good. After the treatment Mark gave me this morning I guess I was feeling a little horny and frustrated.My eyes were reading the words in the book, but my mind was wandering to more sensual fantasies. I imagined all sorts of variations on my first time at that church camp. I noticed that I was getting pretty warm between the legs when a cool breeze found its way under the towel to caress me there.I've never really found self-pleasure to be very satisfing, but after talking to Jodi last week and with the wine I guess I was feeling like I needed some pleasure, and I was the only one around to give it. I pulled the towel aside and slid my fingers down over the slick lycra surface of my suit to where I could feel the steamy hot wetness soaking through the fabric. It felt good, better than any other time I'd tried this. I put my empty wine glass on the deck beside the lounge and traced little lines up my sides and around my nipples with the tips of my fingernails. It was so good, I had little shivers running up and down my spine. I was rubbing the hot, slippery spot on my suit pretty urgently and really getting into it when I heard a russle of leaves over by the fence. At first it didn't register, I was focused on those waves of pleasure washing up from my groin, the outside world forgotten in the face of these feelings. The second time I heard it I kind of absentmindedly opened my eyes to see what was distracting me. Past the brim of my floppy sun hat I could just see a silhouette moving behind the cracks of the fence.As soon as what was happening registered I snapped my hand away from my yerning hips and hid it out of view to the side of the chair, as if that would hide the evidence of what I had been doing. I stuck the book up in font of my face to cover the heat that was rapidly rising to my cheeks and franticly tried to pretend to ignore the fence while I watched the rythmic bobbing of the partial silhouette from the corner of my eyes.I've never been so embarrased in my life. I know Tony next door is always trying to look at me sunbathing, I just didn't think of it. Well, he sure got an eye-full this time! Jesus, I'm going to have a hard time looking his wife in the eye without turning red at the next block party.While I was distracted waiting for Tony to creep away from the fence I didn't notice that my hastily hidden hand was hanging right in front of Goldie. Scrap-hound that he was he immediately started snuffling at my fingers hoping for table scraps or maybe a bit of sausage oil. He snuffled and snorted for longer than usual before he started eagerly licking up...I know my mouth opened in a little cartoon 'O' when I realised what my beautiful big dog was doing. I stared unseeing at the shadow behind the fence, frozen in shock while Goldie's big sloppy pink tongue twined between my fingers, gently tickling the sensitive skin. Gosh, he's really doing a good job of it, I thought.Oops, I hear Mark's car in the drive, time to put the journal away. More later.'Dear Diary'part 3Dear Diary,Ok, I really don't know if I should write this down where someone (Mark!) might read it, but I'm pretty confused about how I feel and I need to get this down.As soon as Tony quit slappin' the salami to my unintentional exibitionism I scooped up my stuff and headed inside. Goldie was right on my heels the whole time, I doubt I could have kept him out of the house even if I'd thought of it.I put my stuff down and knelt down on the tile in the kitchen to talk to Goldie. I wasn't really thinking, I was still flustered and the wine still had me muddle-headed. I started petting his head and kind of asking what he thought he was doing, licking my fingers clean like that. I don't know why I did this, but I reached down and pulled the crotch of my suit aside right there in the kitchen. I kept looking over my sholder to make sure Mark hadn't come home early (as if that ever happened). I was still horney as hell and I told myself I wanted to see if he really liked my pussy juices.I kept talking to him and petting him with my left hand while I stroked and tickled myself with my right. My heart was pounding in my ears and I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. I worked my fingers deep into myself to really get them coated, then presented them to Goldie. He sniffed at them and started licking immediately, half standing up to get at them all. Squatting in front of him like that my hand was right in front of my face where I could smell the my own scent.My lips and clitty were begging for more attention, so I reached down to stroke them. I think I kind of wanted it to happen, but my heart pounded still harder when it did. Goldie's cold nose followed my hand down between my thighs and he snuffed noisily as I spread myself wide, moaning out loud now. I couldn't help it any more, I just felt so good and never wanted it to stop. Mark never got me this turned on.Pretty quick I was laying on the cold kitchen tile, one hand pulling my nipple, the other dragging my bikini bottom out of the way so Goldie could lap at my desperate puss. I didn't care. Just thinking about it now I'm getting hot again. All pretense gone, I pulled the swimsuit off and hooked my knees behind my elbows to really open myself up. Oh my god. I couldn't keep quiet or still. I moaned as his long warm tongue slithered across my hole, I squirmed as he lapped at my ridgid clitty, and I just arched my back and held still while he licked around my ass.I didn't know what was happening next. My whole pelvis felt like it was melting, hot waves of pure liquid pleasure filled my belly and washed up my spine, the back of my neck and down across the top of my head. It went on and on and on. I've never felt anything like it before. I thought I knew what sex was about, after 10 years of Mark filling me with his little dick. Now I know what an orgasm is really about.Bye!Janie |
