My wife writes these stories for me so I thought I would share them with the world. She is the sexiest woman with long legs and dark hair. She is mixed black and white with big sexy lips. She is a 36C with long black hair down the middle of her back. When she completes one of these she will let me read it in bed while she gives me a blowjob. Some of these are fictional others are true. I have a hard time getting which is which out of her. Anyways they make for good reading, enjoy.
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Dear Diary;
This happened to me when I was a young nineteen years old. I was living alone in my first apartment.
Today was a hell of a day. A while back I met a guy. His name is Gregg. He's really cute but a bit old for me. He's 32. He moved into my apartment complex about a week ago. Today when I was getting my mail I caught him eying me from his balcony.
I glanced up at him and said, "hi".
He grinned down at me and said, "Hello fine lady." I thought he was cute trying to be so cool.
I went and got my mail and on my way back to my apartment I saw him again, only this time he was on the bottom of his stairwell standing there waiting for me. I tried to walk by, but he stood in my way.
"Hey, hey, what's the hurry?" he said.
"I'm in no hurry," I said as I stopped in front of him.
He smiled and said "My name in Gregg, what's yours?"
"Suzan" I replied.
He then explained to me his circumstances and how he got to live in these apartments. Apparently he was newly divorced and was trying to rediscover being single again.
"Would you like to come up for a beer maybe?" He said with a smile that made me pleasantly uneasy.
"I don't drink beer." I said trying to be a bit stand offish.
He then grinned at me and said, "Have you ever modeled before? You're really pretty."
I blushed. I just shook my head no.
"I have soda upstairs too you know." He held my hand, "Come upstairs, I'd like to show you something."
I don't know what got into me but I totally forgot the lessons my mother taught me about not talking to strangers, and definitely not going into strange men's apartments! I went willingly.
His apartment was empty and a bit messy. Typical bachelor's apartment, there was a couch against the far wall with some boxes filled with what looked like portfolio folders and such. There was an old TV on the other wall and some stereo equipment stacked up next to it that looked like it was hastily put together. He had photography equipment scattered in various areas of the apartment. It was dark and cool, quite comfortable really for the mess. In the back bedroom I couldn't see much but an unmade bed with a milk crate next to it holding and alarm clock and a brass lamp and various books.
"Wow!" I said after a quick study of the apartment. "She sure didn't leave you shit!"
He laughed. "Do they ever?" He said smugly. With that, he jumped into the kitchen carefully trying to avoid some boxes that were laid in his path to the kitchen. "I have lemon lime, and cola, which one would you like?"
"Lemon lime is fine," I said as I made my way into his living room to sit on the couch. A minute later he emerged from the kitchen holding a beer in one hand and a glass with soda and ice in the other.
"Here you go." He said as he reached the soda in my direction with a big smile. I took the soda and he came and sat down next to me.
He's a big black man probably stands around 6'3 or 4. He has strong features. Deep dark eyes and angular nose and big sexy lips. He keeps his hair shaved tight to his head and he has a well-groomed goatee and a great smile. He talks with a deep slow voice that seems to purr as he speaks. He seemed very laid back and I felt myself being comfortable around him even though we only had met 15 minutes ago.
"So, how do you like my place?" he said with a grin.
"Very nice, if you're into storage units" I said trying to attempt to be funny. I don't think he found it funny. "I'm sorry," I said feeling bad at my lame attempt to be funny at his expense.
"It's okay," he said looking down at his beer. "The bitch took everything that meant anything to me. I decided I'll have to get back into photography as a side job just to make extra money to get back on my feet again."
That sparked my interest. "You're a photographer? What do you photograph?" He looked at me with a flirty grin,
"Whatever you like sweetheart."
I shifted my position on the couch to face him, lifting my knee onto the couch not knowingly moving my skirt into a revealing position giving him a good crotch shot. I guess he liked it cause I couldn't get what he kept staring at until I noticed my skirt was showing my pink panties covering my crotch. I pulled my skirt down quickly. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize..."
He stopped me," Don't worry about it baby, nothing I ain't already seen in my lifetime."
I looked at him over the top of my glass as I sipped my soda. I took a drink, then sucked the remaining soda from the top of my lip then said in almost a whisper, "Oh no sweetie, you've never seen a pussy like mine."
I must have shocked him because he all of a sudden felt an urge to reposition himself. I grinned on the inside. This guy was too easy. I'm an insatiable flirt! Feeling his uneasiness I changed the subject.
"So, you have any pictures so I can see how good you are?"
He snapped out of whatever trance he was in while staring at my breasts. "Oh! Yeah. I do actually. He got up and went over to the boxes next to the couch on my side. After a bit of folder shuffling, he produced two folders full of pictures. He unfolded the folders and spread out the pictures that were inside. "Wow! These are really good!"
"Thanks" he said with a little embarrassment in his voice. The pictures where of various things like cars, and sceneries. The other folder had mostly girls posed in tasteful positions around cars or against backdrops they were quite nice.
