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.
"How much do you charge to take pictures?"
Gregg was still leaning back on the couch watching me look at his pictures. "Depends..."
Still busy shuffling through the pictures I asked, "On what?"
Gregg then leans forward and begins scanning the pictures with me. "Lots of things" he said. "How many someone would want, where they're to be taken... you know, it depends on how much comes out of my pocket. I'd say probably about $1500 to $2500.
I sat back up on the couch, "Shit! That's expensive!"
Without missing a beat, Gregg says, "I'm good at what I do and people are glad to pay for what I do."
"Well I could never afford you." I said as I finished my soda.
Gregg then smiled his sexy smile at me and said, "Oh, I'm sure we could work something out." I couldn't help but smiling back at him. "Are you propositioning me Gregg?"
Gregg smiled back and shrugged. "I tell you what sweetie, why don't you go home and think of a good way to pay me for my photography services to you, and then if I like your idea, I'll take some pictures of you. The more I like your idea, the more pictures you'll get. Deal?"
I thought about it for a minute while studying him. I could really make this guy do exactly what I want if I apply myself, and he knows it. "Deal." I said quietly as I got up making sure he got a good glance at my ass before I stood completely up to shake his hand. "I'll be back on Saturday with some ideas."
He smiled at me and showed me to the door, opened the door and didn't miss his chance to slap my ass as I walked by him. He had an idea what I had in store for him.... or at least he thought he did.
Saturday rolled around and I took care of my daily errands all the while I was thinking of what I could do to get one of Gregg's portfolios under my belt. I sing in a group and did some modeling on the side and I knew I could only flourish with someone with a talent like Gregg's on my side. I figured I shouldn't even stress over it and just go over there and see what happens. I finished up my errands and came home. As I was walking up the walkway I walked past Gregg's apartment. He was on the balcony drinking a beer and talking on the phone. He flashed a wink at me and I waved back as I walked by. I got to my apartment and jumped in the shower.
After a quick shower and change of clothes, I found myself wandering out of my door and back down the walkway toward Gregg's place. I walked up the stairs and stood at the doorstep for a moment to gather my thoughts. With a quick knock I made my decision on how I would get my portfolio. I heard someone walking toward the door then the door popped open. Gregg emerged with his sexy smile.
"Hi" he said smiling and leaning against the door. "Would you like to come in?"
"Sure" I said as I walked past him into his apartment. The apartment was a bit cleaned up now. The boxes were almost all gone and the bed in the back was made. There was some music playing on the stereo that was now neatly stacked inside a stereo cabinet on the far wall.
"Much better huh?" I heard Gregg's voice behind me.
"Not bad." I said as I walked toward the couch. Gregg closed the door and locked it.
"Would you like something to drink?" He said as he started toward the kitchen.
