Verdanna's Diary

“Verdanna!  I thought that Fitz was pulling my leg when he said that you were the damsel who was going to do this scene with us today!  I’m so glad he wasn’t!”

 He gave me a big hug as if I was his long lost best friend and I was sure I was imagining the feeling of sincerity that I was getting from him.  As usual as of late, my mind was overactive in the romance department.

 I was hoping that when Fitz came back he’d make introductions because I didn’t dare admit that I couldn’t remember this man’s name.  He appeared to remember me very well.  He asked about Jill (who of course was part of that whole scene) and some of my other friends who I’d long since forgotten.  He asked if I was still in advertising (I’d dabbled in that for about two years but gave it up when I realized I just didn’t have the drive needed to be really successful in that business) and even mentioned the little toy poodle that I carried around with me all the time – by name (and that was way before Paris made it popular).  How did he remember all that stuff?  Of course, when Fitz finally arrived, dressed in a matching white silk lounging outfit, he hustled me out of the room to get dressed.  No introductions.

 In the dressing room I found a white peasant blouse and a long flowing peasant skirt.  Fitz left with only one instruction – no underwear.

 When I returned to the room the “rapists” were wearing dirty looking pants and tops that were strategically rippled to show off their muscles.  Their faces were smudged with dirt and they did indeed look scary now.  Memory guy was wearing a silk cloak over a very regal looking outfit and he looked every part the prince with his neatly combed hair and olive complexion.  Fitz directed me and the three rapist guys towards an area of the studio that he’d had set up like a barn, complete with rafters and hay bales.  In the other corner was a country lane scene with very realistic looking bushes and a gravel path.

 Fitz gave us a brief rundown of how he wanted the scene to play out.  He wanted to do a few shots of me casually strolling down the lane, then the “rapists” jumping out from the bushes, pushing me around between them, then me being thrown over a shoulder.  From there we’d move on to the barn where the “rape” scene would continue until my clothes had been torn apart.  The prince would come along to rescue me, soothe me, and make love to me.  Sounded simple enough.

 The first part went off without a hitch.  I strolled, they attacked.  My shirt was ripped just enough to reveal some cleavage.  Over the shoulder I went with my skirt thrown up to my waist to reveal just the bottom of my ass cheeks.

 Then into the barn.  I was doing ok until we all started getting naked.  Don’t get me wrong – being photographed in the nude didn’t bother me because I knew that Fitz would present everything with impeccable taste.  But I was getting turned on.  The guys were forceful enough that I knew I couldn’t stop them if it was a real life situation, but they were never hurtful.  When my clothes started coming off, I could swear it was real lust I saw in their eyes.  When I was completely naked they pinched my nipples to make them hard and when they forced my legs apart and covered my mouth to mask my “screams” the wetness between my thighs was genuine.  Then those three guys got naked too and I almost wished that they really were going to take me.  Three beautiful, hard cocks surrounded me and I knew now exactly why Fitz had chosen them over some of the more popular male models that were gracing magazine covers.

 Finally, my prince came to rescue me.  He threw some punches around, making it looking like a real fight while I lay in the hay, my hair tousled and my skin glowing with arousal that wasn’t supposed to be real.  He soothed me, kissed my hair, ran his hands over my body and kept the flame that had been ignited burning steadily.  When he removed his clothes for the love making scene I couldn’t take my eyes off him.  How had I managed not to remember this fabulous body?  And I still couldn’t remember his name.  Fitz continued snapping away with the camera for about another half hour until he was satisfied.  By that point I was wishing that everyone would leave so that I could beg this prince to take me for real.

 Finally, Fitz said, “That’s a wrap boys and girl,” (because Fitz was all about clichés) and brought me a robe.

 “Go get dressed and cool off love,” he whispered as he wrapped the soft terry cloth around me.  I was a little embarrassed that Fitz had seen my excitement and I was a little worried that he might think it was unprofessional.

 In the dressing room, I had to get dressed so I could find out what the prince’s name was, but first I had to take a few minutes to relieve my arousal.  If I didn’t I might just jump him right there in front of everyone and I had a feeling that I’d already embarrassed myself enough.

 My fingers dipped into my pussy as I flicked my other hand over my clit.  The rape and rescue scene played through my mind again, but this time my prince was not performing for the camera.  As I envisioned his cock sliding deep into my wet tunnel, I flicked my fingers over my clit and came fast and hard.

 As luck would have it, the prince had already left when I came back in my street clothes.  Fitz had already disappeared into his dark room.  Two of the rapist models were still there and I asked if they knew the prince’s name but neither of them did.  Either that or they didn’t want to give me his name, which is possible because they both seemed pretty intent on getting my phone number.

 I need to find out who this prince is.  I’ve been obsessing about him for the past two day and Fitz has been unavailable.  I need to fuck him and get him out of my system so that I can move on with my single life!

Posted by Me on 02-05-2007 23:24:00 | Add your own comment, currently 2 comment(s)

Well, back in the city and already I miss Mexico.  It’s too noisy here and my brain just seems to be cluttered with all the noise of the people on the streets.  Jill decided to stay in Mexico for a couple more weeks.  She wanted to do some more shopping and well, she met some guy.  Oh ya – told you about him.  She and Chris ended up hooking up a few more times on their own and she’s talking about going to visit him when he goes home.  I dunno about that girl!

So, since I came back I realized that I kind of need to get a job.  I mean, I still have some money left over from the reality show gig but I don’t want to spend it all before I have to get a job.  I want to put some of it away into some sort of investment fund so that when I’m old I don’t have to live on some shitty little pension.  But I never thought that getting a job would have made me so crazy.  Don’t get me wrong – it wasn’t a tough job.  In fact it was easy.  But the prince…  Hang on – let me back up a little.

I wasn’t sure what I was going to do until I ran into Fitz at a party on the weekend.  I knew Fitz a few years back when he was a crazy young wannabe photographer.  He asked every girl he knew, including me, to pose naked for him.  Most of us turned him down but this one girl named Evangeline took him up on it.  She wasn’t even really legal back then but the nude pictures that Fitz took of her made her famous and now she was one of the most sought after models in the world.  Of course, it made Fitz pretty famous in his own right and now women begged him to take their pictures. 

When I ran into him at a party on the weekend, I didn’t even think about asking him to take me on as a model.  I didn’t want to be a famous model.  I just wanted to make some money.  But as we sat and smoked on the balcony of yet another non-smoking loft (they all seemed to be non-smoking these days!) we got talking about the old days and Fitz was laughing about how he was always trying to get me to pose for him.  Then he was silent for a moment.

“I don’t suppose you would consider posing for me now would you?”

 I laughed.  “You can’t be serious!  You could have anyone in the world pose for you.  Why would you want me?”

 “There’s just something different about your look.  You have this look of a damsel in distress.  There’s something specific that I’ve always had in mind for you.”

 “Really?  Do you pay now?”

 “Oh yes, I pay very well.  Why don’t you come down to my office on Monday morning and we’ll discuss what I have in mind for you.  If you don’t like it you can walk away from it.  If it works for you you can walk away with a contract for a tidy little sum.”

 I thought for a moment and then said, “Okay.  We can talk about it.”

 So, Monday afternoon I went down to Fitz’s office and we chatted.  Turned out that Fitz really was fixated on the damsel in distress look he saw in me and wanted to play it up with a whole fairy tale scene.  He wanted me to pose in a pseudo rape scene with some brutal men and then a rescue scene with a knight in shining armor and everything.  He promised that the whole thing would be very tasteful but also very hot and erotic. He didn’t know who he was going to get to be in the scene with me but he swore it was hot and it would make me famous.  But I didn’t want to be famous.  I just wanted to make a little cash.

 Today we were going to do the first of some preliminary photo shoots.  Not so much for the final product but more to get an idea of what was going to work and what wasn’t.  There was going to be me and three guys for the rape scene.  One of them I’d seen often on billboards for trendy men’s underwear.  He was really hot but had a reputation for not very overly bright.  The other two I’d never even heard of.  But Fitz’s passion was discovering new talent as much as it was photography so I shouldn’t have been surprised.  The other guy was another unknown but Fitz swore up and down that I knew him and had partied with him years ago. 

 I arrived at Fitz’s studio at around 10 am as he’d requested.  He seemed surprised to see me and was actually still wandering around in his bathrobe with a cup of coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other hand.

 “Darling, what are you doing here?”

 “Umm, didn’t you say 10 o’clock?”

 “Well, yes, but everyone who works with me knows that I’m perpetually late and that they should add an hour to whatever I tell them.  I’m sorry hon.  There’s no way you could have known that.”

 He rushed into the kitchen off the studio (if you walked through the kitchen you’d find the rest of his apartment, which consisted of a small but intimate sitting area and a big huge bedroom with a bed bigger than any I’ve ever scene before or after meeting Fitz) and came back with a cup of coffee, cream, and sugar on a tray.

 “Sit down and have some coffee hon.  Have a smoke.  The boys won’t be here for at least 45 minutes.”

 And then he disappeared back into his apartment – presumably to get his act together.

 About half an hour later the boys started showing up.  We introduced ourselves as we waited for Fitz.  They were all extremely hot just as Fitz had promised.  The “rapists” were all muscles and brawn and didn’t seem to have much else to them but I could see how they would photograph beautifully.  The “knight in shining armor” guy wasn’t there yet.

 I knew who he was as soon as he walked through the door though and Fitz was right again.  I had partied with him when I was about 19 or 20.  It had been a lot of partying and a lot of sex and the whole thing was a bit of a blur of pussies and cocks but I did remember him.  As much as group sex was the thing in that little circle at that time, he and I had had one fabulous night of sex that went on for what felt like days.  Now if only I could remember what Fitz said his name was.

Posted by Me on 02-05-2007 23:21:00 | Add your own comment, currently 0 comment(s)

Julio keeps flitting through my mind. I have to admit, I don’t really know why. It's not like we had an actual relationship but I was beginning to feel like there was something between us. I guess it wasn’t so much Julio in my mind as the idea of a consistent someone. I know I was totally getting carried away but all of a sudden I was daydreaming about walks on the beach at sunrise, holding hands with someone special…which of course, because this is my daydream, led to me on all fours behind a sand dune with him thrusting his cock into my wet pussy. I imagined waking up on a Sunday morning with the same warm body beside me that had been there last Sunday and the Sunday before.

And that just didn’t fit into my plans.

Somehow, I needed to get these thoughts out of my head. And that’s how I ended up watching Jill suck on long hard cock while I ate her pussy as someone else thrusted their cock in and out of my cunt.

We found this beachside club to hang out at that had a nice mix of people - about one third tourist, one third locals, and one third artists and musicians. It had some really good dance vibes, good prices, and it was right on the beach. What could be better?

Last night we met these three guys who started buying us drinks. Kevin and Chris were both Americans, but Jeff was Australian and had these fabulous blue eyes and of course, that accent that turned all women to mush. We danced and drank for an hour or so, until Kevin suggested we all get some fresh air. So, we headed off down the beach with our Coronas in hand, laughing our asses off.

After about fifteen minutes of walking and playful flirting, we came across a bunch of people sitting around a bon fire. They invited us to come and sit and have a beer with them. Since our beer had somehow disappeared, we figured what the hell?

We sat with our backs against a log. Kevin was on one side of me, Jeff on the other, Jill beside him, and Chris on her other side. We were talking with some of the people who’d invited us to join them when I said something to Kevin. He didn’t answer.

“Hey, Kevin? Are you drunk or what?”

“Shhh,” he said, leaning closer to me. “Check it out – over there.”

My eyes followed where he was looking. Right there, just to the left of us, was a cute little blonde hippie chick with her face in some guys lap. He was staring blissfully into the fire and rubbing her back as her head bobbed up and down. I didn’t know if this was a normal thing among this group of people or not. No one else was paying any attention to them so I just glanced furtively every minute or so. She was pretty involved in her task and didn’t appear to care if anyone was watching her.

I was beginning to think this was just a random drunken experience until an exotic looking Asian girl came up behind the blonde hippie chick and began to rub her ass through her bikini bottoms. The Asian girl was wearing a bandeau bikini top and denim shorts and her nipples were hard and poking through the thin fabric.

The next time I looked back, the blonde girl was wriggling her ass against the Asian girl’s hand and a guy had come up behind the Asian girl to slide her bikini top down so her could play with her pert little breasts. I was seriously beginning to squirm. When Kevin reached over and slid his hand past my waistband, I didn’t protest. His fingers rubbed my clit through my panties as I kept my eyes on the scene evolving before me. No one else was bothering to be discreet anymore either.

I noticed that we weren’t the only ones starting our own side show. In fact Jill was already sitting on Chris’ lap while his fingers were hidden beneath her skirt and Jeff had removed her top and was playing with her tits. Kevin’s fingers slipped under my panties and he dipped his fingers inside me. I closed my eyes, no longer able to concentrate on what anyone else was doing. Kevin was keeping my mind completely occupied.

After a few minutes, Kevin moved in front of me and said, “Sit up here.”

He patted the log. I stood and he removed my shorts and panties. I took the opportunity to check out the instigators of this love fest. The Asian girl was on her knees sucking on the guy who’d been fondling her from behind, the blonde hippie chick was on her back with her face buried between the Asian girl’s legs and the guy who originally was getting the blow job was busily thrusting in and out of the blonde girl’s pussy. There was plenty of moaning and groaning going on there.

When I sat down, Kevin immediately dove between my legs. His tongue dipped right inside me, over and over again. He tongue fucked me until I began to moan. Just as I began to come, Jeff appeared in front of me with his hard cock in his hand. He slid it deep into my throat as the orgasm ripped through me. I moaned with my mouth full as he held still.

When my body finally stopped shuddering, I began to suck on him. I ran the length of my tongue up and down his shaft. Suddenly I felt a nice thick cock drive deep into my pussy. I assumed it was Kevin but it could have been Chris.

All night long the scene continued. Sometimes I’d take a break and watch. Sometimes it was just me and Kevin. Sometimes it was three of us. Finally, it was all five of us in a daisy chain. I was licking Jill’s pussy while Jeff fucked me from behind.

She was sucking on Chris’ cock when Kevin came up and said, “Got room for me?”

We all laughed and Jill said, “Of course.”

“Why don’t you come over here between me and Jill?”

He got in between us and lay on his back in front of me. I took his long tool into my mouth and began to suck at him with long, slow strokes. Jill got on all fours so he could lap at her inviting and open lips. Jeff switched places with Chris, and lay on the sand on his back so Jill could lick my juices off his dick. Chris came up behind me and pulled my pussy over his face. From the corner of my eye, I saw the Asian girl approach us.

“Hey, can I help you guys complete the daisy chain?”

Jeff eagerly said, “You bet!”

She positioned herself between Chris and Jeff. Jeff, who had mentioned his fetish for Asian girls earlier, quickly went to work between her thighs while she attached herself to Chris’ cock. Jill’s orgasm began first and it continued from there. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. One after another we came, soaking each other with jism and pussy juices.

After that, everyone began to clear out. Jill and I headed back to the house and crashed.

The funny thing was, as I got in the shower this morning, I wasn’t thinking about anything from the previous night, even though it had been a lot of fun. I was thinking how nice it would have been to have someone special in the shower with me to wash my back, kiss my neck, and make love to me like it meant something.

Posted by Me on 11-04-2007 01:00:00 | Add your own comment, currently 0 comment(s)

Jill and I haven’t had much time to play together since she first got here. Well, not at all really. We’ve spent lots of time lazing around on the beach and oogling the hot guys and giggling over the aging tourist in Speedos and then at night we’d hit the clubs.

On the second night of clubbing I met Julio. Julio was a beautiful Mexican boy – barely legal I’m sure – with a beautifully tanned body. I think he said he was a fisherman by day but it was hard to tell because he didn’t speak English very well. And with my limited Spanish, conversation was minimal. In fact, the first night I spent with him probably didn’t include more than 10 sentences all together.

I’d been on the dance floor with Jill, having a good time, when I felt a hand on my arm. I turned to see the most gorgeous brown eyes staring into my own. As he began to dance with me, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. We moved in complete syncopation. As he moved behind me and placed his hands on my hips I could feel a hard on against my thigh and his body heat coursed through my veins. He mumbled something in my ear and even though I didn’t know what it was it was a very enticing invitation. After a heated dance or two, he took my hand and began to pull me towards the door.

I looked back at Jill who was dancing with a couple of hot guys herself and figured what the hell. I don’t know what got into me because I normally would never had left with a man I didn’t know but the tequila had made me reckless and I followed him out the door. He led me down a few alleys where we passed other couples in various stages of making out and when he finally pressed me against the cool brick wall he muttered the only English phrase I would hear from him that night.

“Let me enjoy you.”

His kisses along my neck and face were hot and when he slipped his tongue between my lips all rational though escaped my mind. His fingers slipped under my little sundress and played with my breast. Such gentleness. It was unlike anything I’d experienced with a man before – more like a woman’s touch. He wasn’t hesitant at all but very focused on my pleasure. His thumb brushed against a nipple until he felt it harden beneath his touch. He smiled like he had won some great reward. His kisses began at my neck again and gradually trailed downward until his mouth was at my nipple. With quick little flickers, he made the other nipple grow under the heat of his mouth until I was moaning.

When I went to touch him through his jeans, he again muttered again as he shook his head, “Let me enjoy you.” As his mouth continued to enjoy my breasts and my nipples he began to rub me through my panties. Every so often I’d hear footsteps pass by us but I was so wrapped up in his enjoyment of my body that whatever concern I normally would have had at being seen in such a vulnerable position by complete strangers stayed in the deep recesses of my mind. When his hand slipped inside my panties, I didn’t protest. Instead, I sighed as he began to gently rub my pleasure button. He was in no rush, but I knew I was not going to last much longer.

With feather light touches, he brought my excitement higher and higher. Then his fingers delved deeper into my lust until one slim finger penetrated. He slid his finger in until he reached my g-spot and then began to slowly invite my release. With his finger on my g-spot and his palm against my clit I was soon encouraging him with my hips. He whispered delicious but unknown Spanish words in my ear as I came against his hand. I felt my release running over his hand and down my legs in a way that had only happened a couple of times previously in my life. My muscles quivered and he had to support the bulk of my weight with his own body.

I finally calmed and he kissed my closed eyelids. When I finally opened them I saw only his back as he strode down the alley.

 “Wait!”

He looked over his shoulder and simply said, “Tomorrow.”

I was breathless and a little confused and headed back to the club in hopes that I would find him. After a quick clean up in the bathroom I looked for him but he was no where to be found. I did find Jill though and we headed home.

The next night I insisted that we head back to the same club. Jill thought I was nuts, but when I saw his face again I was thrilled. Night after night we headed back to the alley where he brought me to wet and wondrous orgasms.

Tonight he was not there. I guess perhaps our time is over but what a time. And it has started me thinking about what it might be like to have one person around on a continuous basis. Someone that I could have great sex with and perhaps even real conversations. Dare I say a relationship? I don’t know how ready I am for that and it would take a different sort of man to be able to handle my past and my needs and still feel secure. But it is a pleasant thought.

Posted by Me on 08-04-2007 01:00:00 | Add your own comment, currently 0 comment(s)

I was exhausted when I finally arrived in Mexico so I must have slept for 24 hours, but I sure made up for lost time afterwards. Charles had me bouncing from club to club every night, several times a night for the past week! I have never danced so much in my life. The only problem was that they were all gay clubs! As much as I adore gay men I knew none of them were really interested in me so I had to send for my own entertainment. I asked Charles if he’d mind another houseguest and being Charles, he simply said, “The more the merrier!” So I sent Jill a ticket and told her to get her sweet ass over here.

In case you don’t remember, Jill is the one that gave me such a hard time when I was living in the studio. I has some paying back to do with that girl and with what I had in mind I was pretty sure that revenge was going to be sweet on both ends.

Jill and I had been friends since high school. We’d both been curious as hell about sex but hadn’t been with a guy yet. We’d drive each other crazy by reading her father’s smut mags and digging into his porn collection whenever her parents were out of town. He had everything you could possibly imagine and no matter what we watched it turned us on. We both had steady boyfriends, but were hesitant about losing our virginity yet. I’d read somewhere that you should learn to give yourself an orgasm before you had sex so that was our mission.

We started out masturbating together under the covers as we watched busty porn queens get fucked by gigantic cocks. The orgasm thing wasn’t happening though, so finally I offered to take a look at her and see if I could find her clit. Which of course I did.

Visual exploration turned into finger play and soon I had Jill squirming on the couch under my hand and begging me not to stop. Eventually it kept progressing until we were buying each other toys for birthdays and Christmas. We never got carried away with it though. Even though I loved Jill, when we finally had sex with our boyfriends I knew that I could never live without cock. And she felt the same. So we agreed to have fun together but not get silly about it.

Ever since then, we’ve played together on occasion and played in groups every so often but we’ve always remained good friends.

Jill got here on the Friday and was exhausted, so I put her into bed. Not before giving her a good pussy lashing though. I swear, that girl has the sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted. She was so exhausted that when I tied her to the bed posts she couldn’t be bothered to protest. I lay beside her and lazily played with her until sleeping was the last thing on her mind. I was pleasantly surprised to find that while I had been living in the studio she’d had her nipples pierced. She wore simple little silver hoops in each nipple that made her nipples stand at attention almost the second she felt my warm breath on them. The lightest touch made her squirm and when I pinched them she squealed.

“Does that hurt?”

“No, it feels good in a way you can’t possibly imagine. You should really consider having yours done.”

When I licked the tips she twisted in her restraints. Then I took a ring between my teeth and pulled gently. My teeth grazed against her hardened points and she writhed. I had never seen a woman get so excited from nipple play before and I was quite enjoying the reactions I was getting from her.

Soon, I couldn’t resist sliding my finger between her eagerly spread legs. They were already drenched with the evidence of her excitement and my fingers slid easily between the folds of her pussy lips. Her clit was already engorged but I teased her, refusing to actually touch it for more than the briefest of moments. Instead, I slid two fingers into the depths of her tunnel and felt her muscles immediately clench against me. My lips, teeth, and tongue continued to manipulate those wonderful new accessories. When I finally started to let my thumb graze over her clit as my fingers slid in and out of her slippery cavern, her hips bucked against my hand. In small circles, my thumb rotated over her hardened nub as she whimpered and moaned. If she got too excited I held back until she calmed down. I couldn’t let her come without tasting her first.

I finally moved down to dip my tongue into her juices and she was just as I remembered. Sweet, musky, and oh so sexy. My tongue traced a path from my fingers, still dancing inside her, and up to her love button. I circled my tongue around it until she began to beg.

“Please, baby, please. Make me come now.”

“Are you ever going to give me a hard time again like you did when I was living in the studio?”

“No, no. I promise, I won’t.”

I circled around her arousal some more.

“And who is the Queen of Self-Restraint?”

She giggled. I pinched her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, tugging slighting at her rings.

“Tell me who or you aren’t going to come tonight!”

“You are! You have more self-restraint than I’ll ever have!”

I put a little more pressure on her clit with my tongue and her hips rose to meet my hot mouth.

“Yes, yes, please now!” Then, with a little kiss to her clit, I began to flick my tongue over her until I felt her thighs closing in on me. I felt the tremors in her body begin and her cavern walls closed against my fingers. Slowly I eased off the pressure as her orgasm subsided until her breathing evened out.

When I moved up to lay beside her, I said, “So, think we can find some trouble to get into here in Mexico?”

“I can almost guarantee it!” she laughed.

Posted by Me on 05-04-2007 01:00:00 | Add your own comment, currently 1 comment(s)