The Wet Diary (part 1)

r a moment. By God, he pulled out a condom. Truly, this was a guy who knew w

the sensation of having that thick beast pushing its way into my belly. Pressure, and then more until I thought I would split. He had rubbed spit on the end of the condom, so I wetted my fingers and tried to lubrica

think it over. At some point, something gave, and I could feel the monster forcing its way up inside me. Mr Cleff was exception

me accustomed to the entire experience. I began massaging my c

g. My hips stayed in sync with Mr Cleff's thrusts. I began to groan as it slid further and further into me. His strong hands held my hips and steadily guided me back and forth

my lips up against his chest. I could taste the salty flavor of his skin. Even my nose flattened out, restricting my breathing. I wrapped my arms around his chest

is was driving me insane with lust. I think Mr Cleff was surprised to see me push him away. I sat up and whispered that I wanted to be on top. he obliged, and

it anymore. I knew Mr Cleff wouldn't let me down, and he didn't. His moan and sudden jolts drove that cock against me so wonderfully that I followed hi

ld always compare every sexual encounter to this man. He absolutely was, and has been the best I would ever have. (Sorry honey!) The tiny cocks I've had to put up with and t

that. We found each other, made a connection, and would continue to be fuckbuddies for as long as it lasted, then move on. I was OK with that, and I guess he was too. Eventually, Mr Cleff and I would get on with our