Dear Diary

February the 4th 2008 I'm writing this entry for a very important reason. I'm horny. Horny enough to know I'd like to get laid or at least fool around, but not horny enough to take off my panties and play with my pussy. I know that as I write and tell you how horny I am, I'll get hot enough to pet my pussy until I cum. Here’s what I'm doing right now. I've got my pen in my right hand and my left leg is up on the couch. I'm sitting at a folding table. I've just now taken off my panties. I haven't touched myself yet, but I can feel cool air circulating around it, and it seems my clit is already kind of hard. I think my pussy's a little wet, too. I just ran my middle finger up and down my slit, really gently, not even opening up my pussy lips. Mmm, I did it again, only this time I stuck my finger into my slit. It’s kind of moist, and when I sniff my finger I get the most delicious sexual aroma. Right now I'm holding my pussy lips open with my index and third fingers, and I'm using my middle finger to rub my clitoris. Oooh, It feels so good! My pussy’s pretty wet now, and I'm getting really excited. I've got my make-up mirror nearby, and now I'm looking in it so that I can see what is going on between my thighs, and it's very pink and shiny, and I'm going to stop writing for a while so that I can watch myself masturbate . . . …It’s been about forty minutes now and I thought it best that I finish off what I started here. I didn’t put my pen down straight away. I noticed that the top end of it was quite cool and decided to use it against my clit. Its hardness pressed against my growing button felt really good, just like a tiny silver bullet vibe, but without the tingling sensation. As I spread my legs wide apart, I passed my left hand underneath my left leg and inserted a couple of fingers into my wetness, and rapidly moved the end of the pen over my clit. It didn’t have the same feeling as a vibe, but I knew what to do to make myself cum. Then I noticed a bowl of fruit on the coffee table and plucked a banana from the bunch that was in it. The banana was still quite green which meant it was pretty hard, but I wasn’t about to eat it! I spat a little saliva onto my fingers and rubbed it into my pussy, making it even moister than before, then I began to insert the banana. It was a little sharp at first, but it quickly passed deep into my vagina. Thrusting it back and forth into my hole as well as still using the hard pen on my clit, it wasn’t long before I felt my vaginal walls begin to tighten and then pulsate with a very powerful orgasm. My face is still slightly flushed and tingling with the power of it but luckily I removed it about five minutes before Charles walked in. But I have to tell you, dear diary, that shortly after walking in he picked up the banana (which I had replaced in the fruit bowl), commented that it was quite warm, peeled it and ate it! I think I shall tell him later on the real reason as to why it was so warm …