Dear diary,

It was very dark entering the building. The electricity was only out on his block. The building seemed pretty upscale - I was impressed. He whispered that his place was on the second floor, so it wasn't a huge deal that the elevators were out of order. My heart raced to the top of the stairs. The adrenaline from the blackout was turning me on. I traced Steve's body with my fingers while he fumbled with the door lock. The keys dropped. I bent down to pick them up and we met crouched on the floor. "You know", I said in a raised-eyebrow tone, "it's really dark in this hallway. I can barely see you. Which means" ... "...nobody else can see us", he finished for me.

"You're so sexy, Ivy." "It's actually Evie. Well, Eve." "I'm so sorry", he said. I giggled. "Don't worry about it. You can call me Daisy, for all I care. I'm not here for formalities." With that, he tiptoed down my neck with his lips and began massaging my fun-cushions. "Mmm, stand up", he breathed out. I stood up and he pressed up against me from behind - the door my support. He moved my long, red hair over my left shoulder and tasted my bare shoulder. All that filled the hallway was our breathing and the sound of Steve unzipping his pants. Mmmm what a fucking awesome sound! His pants hit the floor as he lifted the back of my short, loose skirt. Steve had made a special request for me to wear something like this. I get that a lot, actually. Requests for outfits, I mean. I don't mind. It's kind of fun. I'm n ever with them for more than one night, so I may as well have fun with my wardrobe, too! Anyway, where was I ...

While he pressed his hot throbber on my exposed thigh, he lifted my arms out of my shirt and left it around my neck. We couldn't get too undressed - in case someone came up or down the stairs. My heart was pounding. I reached back and pulled his unbuttoned chest towards me. His skin was a close second to my wet poon. He was dripping wet. The hallway was damn hot. He reached under my skirt and pulled down my wet panties. I shook a little to allow them to fall to my ankles. I felt my heat juices trickle down my leg. Steve pushed even closer to me and started grinding me from behind. I kept thinking stick it in me, stick it in me, pleeease stick it in me. I wanted him to fuck me so badly .....but he knew that and kept me waiting - wanting. Suddenly he shoved his meat stick in between my ass cheeks and I began to stroke him with my tight ass. I felt so dirty. I had never done it standing up in a hallway. It was SO hot. He slowly lowered himself angled below me and line d his shaft up with my pussy-hole. Baby, is that your ass?" he asked me. "That's my pussy. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy now!", I moaned. I couldn't figure out if he wanted to fuck me in the ass or if he just wasn't used to such a tight punani. I wasn't about to take the time to find out. I pushed backwards hard onto his meat stick and devoured him. He reached his left hand around and played with my hot spot with his wet fingers.

This was almost too much to handle. This guy was fucking good. He was fucking me over and over again - slowly picking up the pace. My heart in a race with my orgasm. I didn't know which would explode first. Faster and faster, harder and harder ...."Ohhh you feel so good", he panted in my ear. "I'm going to cum soon." Just hearing him say that brought me inches away. "Tell me that again." I pleaded. "You're so hot baby. You feel so good fucking you from behind. I'm going to cum inside you. Ohhh ...I'm going to cum so hard ...." "Oooooh ....fuuuuuuuuuuck" I was cuming ooooooh oooooooo!!! Then I felt him tense up and he began to cum inside me at the same time. We collapsed to the floor - panting and sweating. Fuck, that was hot, he said. I smirked. Suddenly, we heard voices coming up the stairs. We frantically put our clothes on and I pulled my top down just as they started down the hall. Whew! We shot a little smile at ea ch other. I never did see the inside of Steve's apartment ...but I'm sure I'll never forget his door. *wink*

That was last night. I knew by the end of the night that I couldn't keep these stories to myself any longer. I thought I'd start things off with one of my night adventures. You know, I fall under that typical cliche, average, working professional. I'm a fairly good looking gal, but to look at me in the office, I don't suspect you'd have a clue what my nightlife is like. I wear your typical, boring blouse with a business skirt each day. I have been going on one night stands for a couple years now and nobody has a clue. Well, except for the men involved, of course. Hehe. Since we're sort of on the subject, so far I've only been on one night stands with men. I must admit, though ...I have been checking out lez and bi sites (FemmeXotique being one of my favourites ;) I really like the artistic htmlect to the site) for about a year now .....I'm ...um ....a little curious, I guess. hehe. I meet a lot of guys on dating sites and sometimes in clubs. I like getting to know a little about the person first, so dating sites allow for that more so than clubs.

*yawn* I think I'll call it a night for now. I didn't get much sleep last night, so I'm going to hit the hay early.

Until next time.

Eve.