Alternate Title : Dear Diary

Dear Diary (haha), what am I a 12 year old little girl again? Oh god, imagine a twelve year old writing about this!

Alright, so I’m officially halfway through the challenge. I’ve made it to day fourteen, a fortnight they used to call it, and I have to say it is getting easier, and hotter as well. You know, Diary (ha), I don’t think I fully explained the challenge to you. My friend Meg, the sex psychologist, is in the midst of writing a book to help improve couples’ sex lives and is using Dave and I as guinea pigs, or lab monkeys, or something equally unethical. The challenge is to have sex, some kind of sex, every single day for an entire month. Doesn’t seem that hard right? Ya, maybe when you are first hooking up, first moving into that apartment together, first two weeks on honeymoon in Vegas…but now, after how many years? Not so easy to get that motor running everyday. But, right now I’m feeling good about it, all revved up. Easy for me to say as I’m still feeling flushed and satisfied (and knowing that feeling of being bruised won’t be noticed until tomorrow). But, that aside, I am definitely riding a high point right now (no pun intended), which makes this challenge doable – and enjoyable at the same time!

I’m sure you’ll agree Diary, it has been interesting how it has played out so far. Started out great, over the top enthusiasm – remember the morning shower and the after dinner dessert day? Oh, I forgot to tell you I lost my voice the next day, maybe from all the screaming. I know, I’m bad. Then remember after about a week, I think I compared it to a chore, the chore of faking it…but, don’t tell Dave ok? It was only the once. Then me and him had that chat and decided we might need to put a little effort behind this. And, that’s when things really got interesting. Remember we tried new places, new positions, even that role playing dress up night that went terribly wrong. But, lately, I don’t know if my body has gotten accustomed to all this action or my sex drive has been bumped up to a new threshold, but, I’m actually looking forward to our tet et tets everyday. Really looking forward to them, if you know what I mean. It’s worse then when I was sixteen and going out with Riley Wilson, remember him? Hubba hubba. Ok, maybe it is not THAT bad, but, close. You know what? You, Diary, are helping out as well. Telling you all the details makes me think about it, relive it, and get all worked up! Well, here I go again. I have to tell you about today. It was bad. In a really, really good way.

It started early, I’d say about ten in the morning, when my phone beeped. It was Dave. He had sent me a picture. A picture of the front of his boxer briefs – which looked to be straining. He captioned it with something like, “Thinking of You”.

I was at my desk, so of course I was mortified! What if Anise had looked over her desk at that very moment, or Cheryl was walking by, they might have caught a glimpse of the picture! What would they think, I was a perv or something? Looking at porn on my phone while at work? I could get fired!

At first I wanted to call Dave and yell at him, but, I didn’t get a chance because I had a meeting to go to. But, the thought stuck with me all through the conference call. I kept picturing the boxer briefs, straining at the seams, holding back his big, hard, ready-for-action love wand. For a good hour my mind was somewhere other than that meeting room. Luckily, I wasn’t the one leading that day.

By the time I was back at my office my thoughts had done a compete one eighty. Instead of upset, I was giddy. Dave knows I’m a sucker for his dick. What I mean is that I love looking at it, it’s one of those things that really really turns me on. I’ve told him that many times, which is why he probably thought it would be a treat for me, get me in the mood for later? He was trying, you had to give him cudos for that. Well, I know he loves looking at my backside, so I gathered up my courage and went to the Ladies room. I had an idea.

I closed myself into one of the stalls and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I lifted my skirt and held the camera behind me, aiming it at my rump. The shot looked terrible. I twisted and turned trying different angles, but, nothing looked good. Which was a shame because I had on those hot red undies, the boycut ones that hug all my curves. Anyway, someone came in, so I sat down pretending to pee. Then I got another idea. I took a picture of those panties slung around my ankles. That was hot right? Red hot! I sent it to Dave with a line about being more than ready.



It didn’t take him long to get back to me. Fifteen minutes later my phone started to vibrate. I snuck a peek, ready to throw it under a file folder if anyone came by, and I saw his next pic. He had burst out of his boxer briefs! It was a wonderful sight, his long shaft pushing straight out. Oh, I was wishing I wasn’t at my desk at that moment. I wanted to stare, savour, do many more things. Oh, Diary, I know, I sound like such a horndog! To tell you the truth, I was at that point.

Then a text came in, ‘Ive shown U mine, U show me yours’.

I couldn’t possibly do that. I was beyond shocked that he had even sent that last picture. But, me? I don’t think so. I’m not a prude or anything, but, that seemed a bit far for me. I texted back, ‘maybe’.

I hemmed and hawed around my desk for awhile, feeling hot & bothered, and a bit anxious. I could not get Dave’s request out of my mind. It ping ponged around in there softening up my mind, beating up my fears, and somehow convinced me it might not be such a bad idea. Just before lunch I had made up my mind – I was going to do it.

CONTINUE READING – PART TWO