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My name is Jessie, and I am going to share with you my most intimate secrets by letting you read my diary.  This would be the sort of thing that most girls share with their best friend, but I don’t have anyone close.  I’m a freshman at a regional State University.  I have lived with my Grandmother for the last five years, both of my parents dying suddenly, but that’s something I don’t want to talk about.  I share a room with two other girls on campus now, but my Grandmother lives not far from the University so I see her often. I’ve never had a boyfriend before.  I’m extremely shy, the type that would pass you by, and you wouldn’t even see me.  I have brown hair, what I consider mousy brown, hanging a bit below my collar.  My eyes are hazel, my skin fair.  And my body is something that boys don’t gawk at, even if they could see it.  I dress very conservatively.  I’m an excellent student; learning comes easy to me so I devote all of my ...

When I entered the room, he was sitting near the fireplace reading one of my old stories. He looked sweet absorbed in what he was doing. I felt ambivalent. I wanted to hold him in my arms and experience his body, but I didn't know if I had the nerve to make the first move. He was tall, slim and handsome. The sight of him in his tight jeans made me wet with anticipation every time. His big brown eyes, always sparkling showed his good-sense of humor and made him all the more desirable. From previous conversations I knew he wanted to experiment but would he want to do it with me, an older woman, almost 10 years his senior. I sat down next to him and glanced at the text he was reading. I ran my fingers through his short black hair and caressed his neck for a little while. He put down the papers he was holding and turned towards me his lips meeting mine. It started as a very tender kiss, but soon got very passionate. It was then I knew that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. ...

He slid the head in between my center as my wetness covered his cock in no time, then he pushed inside me. I know a lot of you would judge me as you read my story. I do not blame you. I would judge me too if I did not know the exact circumstances that pushed me to do the unthinkable. I was 18 when I first fell in love with my mother's brother (age 21). He had just come from the east and wanted to make it in Lagos, so for about three months, he lived in our house. Why I fell in love with him, I could not tell you. Maybe because he was handsome or seemed to care a lot about me. I was the only girl with two younger brothers, but for some reason, I believed I was his favorite. At first, I consoled myself with the fact that my feelings for him would soon die just as they usually did when I fell for boys in my school. He was my uncle, my blood uncle, I could not continue to feel this way about him, I rationalized. Whenever he talked to me or smiled at me, my stomach will do a fl...

“I can’t believe we have the apartment to ourselves,” Mark said as he went back to sit on the couch with his girlfriend. “That never happens.” Jess smiled, glancing at the wide screen TV where a re-run of some sitcom was playing. “Yeah, I know, right? We’re totally just gonna watch TV all night.” Mark set his beer down on the coffee table without even tasting it. He slid closer to Jess to whisper in her ear. “Totally.” She laughed softly and he was so close to her he could feel the vibrations in her chest. She wore a snug black t-shirt that revealed her cleavage. He brought his fingers to it teasingly and slid them up her cleavage, all the way to her neck, then down again. She bit her lip. She was so sensitive, and he loved it. He’d been dating Jess for only a month, but he’d had plenty of time to notice—and enjoy—how adventurous she was. She always wanted to try new things and there were so many areas of her body that were sensitive and responsive. As his fingers craw...