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He sat back in the water and pulled me to
him. He pulled my lips to his and gave me a deep kiss. I liked that
he didn’t shy away from kissing me even though his sperm was on my
lips. He kissed me with passion and his hands pulled my face to
his.
When we pulled apart he looked at me, a shy
yet sly look on his face. “You want to go to Vegas next weekend?”
he asked.
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Here’s an excerpt from one of Daria’s books:
A Canadian Virgin
By Daria Sparks
I will always remember the feeling of Sean’s
cock when it entered me that first time. He fucked me and I liked
it. Say what you will about making love verses fucking, that night
taught me that I liked being fucked. We were overlooking the
Atlantic Ocean in St. Martin in the Caribbean on a hot summer
evening under the stars. There was a gentle evening breeze and a
salty taste to the air when I first had a cock inside of me. I may
not always remember the taste of the air and the feel of the breeze
on my face, but I will always remember his cock fucking me that
first time.
His cock sliding into my waiting pussy was
painful, scary, thrilling and hot. It felt so hot inside of me,
moving in and out. It hurt but excited me. Thrilled me and made me
wonder why I had waited so long. It filled me and I knew why I had
waited so long. I had waited because I wanted my first time to be
just like it was; hot, sexy, sweaty, and something I will always
remember.
The whole experience was better than I hoped
for. When Sean went down on me I thought my ears would burn off
from all the heat I felt inside. He knew where to kiss, lick and
nibble on me. I didn’t even know where he should do that, so I was
glad, no thrilled, that he knew what to do. It was so different
than the few boys I’d let slip a finger inside of me, so
different.
I didn’t feel older but I knew that I was.
His cock was so much bigger than their fingers, yet felt natural in
there, whereas the boys’ fingers had felt alien. His cock filled me
up, their fingers poked and prodded. The younger boys only doing it
so they could tell their friends they’d fingered a girl, though at
the time I thought they liked me and we would, I don’t know, do
what we were doing and more I guess. I wasn’t going to marry any of
them, but I also wasn’t going to throw away my virginity on just
any boy.
Suddenly Sean’s thumb was pressing on my
clitoris, it was directly on my button and another surge of energy
shot through me. Then another of his fingers started working its
way up and down my pussy, slowly, the pace speeding up then slowing
down. Shit. Good. Rubbing me confidently in places that I hadn’t
discovered yet.
My pussy wanted him and I didn’t know
anything about him. But I was going to reach a point where it would
be impossible for me to stop. I didn’t know what to do, but
stopping didn’t seem right. It felt really good, and from
everything I’d to read about a girl’s first adventures with sex,
finding a talented partner was not the normal course of things. I
wanted to experience sex right, and that night I did.
Then he pulled our lips apart, sat back, and
had me sit on his lap, facing him. We kissed some more, slow and
sweet. You could hear people laughing in the background but far
away, they didn’t know what we were doing.
“Remember, say Poodle if you don’t like
something, okay?” he asked.
“Yes, but no, no Poodle, Sean. I want you,” I
said gushing it out.
Then he grabbed my ass in both hands, lifted
me up, and guided me onto the head of his cock. He continued to
hold me up, wow, he was strong. I could see the muscles of his
chest fully engaged and the fact that he was holding me up made it
even hotter.
Then he let me drop down a little ways onto
his cock until he couldn’t move further inside of me. This was the
final time to stop if I was going to stop. I was not going to
stop.
Here’s how I lost my virginity and why I will
always remember it.
I’ve never been the most beautiful girl in a
crowded room. I am in good shape, skinny even, and I have boobs. I
have small boobs, but I do have boobs. I’m kind of geeky. My hair
is light brown and falls below my shoulders, and I show off skin
whenever I can without hanging out of my clothes. I look taller
than my 5’6” body deserves and dated some really nice boys all
through high school and into my freshman year at University, boys
who understood the word no, and I used that word a lot. Looking
back, they were boring boys. I read a lot about sex, most
everything I could read. I just never did it until that night in
St. Martin.
It hurt, my first time with Sean, but it also
felt good to do it. I was 20 and just losing my virginity, but this
was at least as good as I’d dreamed it would be. I was relieved but
also excited. Excited because now I could pursue cock, knowing what
I wanted rather than just laying back and taking what a boy would
give me.
I know, I know, how is it possible that I was
20, attending university, and still a virgin? Simple. I was more
into studying and getting a scholarship to university than paying
attention to my own romantic future. Which is what caused me to
hold on to my virginity for so long.
Here’s another book by Daria Sparks you will
love:
Daria’s Sexy College Diary: Naked Photos
By Daria Sparks
“I want you to take some pictures of me,”
said Crystal as she walked back into the room wearing nothing but a
towel wrapped around her hair. She’d just showered, her skin was
glowing and drops of water caught the sunlight. We’d been roommates
for a month now and I was getting used to the fact that she was
naked anytime she was in our dorm room.
Crystal is a skinny 5’10” tall blond with a
sweet face. She has this beautiful quality that attracts all kinds
of men and women. Crystal is really smart and intimidates a lot of
the guys at school. She is a physical therapy major and by any
estimation she is brilliant. She is acing anatomy and physiology
while carrying a full load of classes. She also likes women, a lot
as it turns out.
“Sure, you need photos for your passport?” I
asked.
“Naked photos, for me,” she said.
I sucked in a breath and smiled. “Sure,” I
said. I am learning to say yes more often.
She pulled the towel off her head and dropped
it in the basket. Then she took some tiny shorts out of her
dresser. She stepped into them, as usual not wearing underwear.
“I’ve seen you watching me when I masturbate and I know it turns
you on. So you’re the perfect photographer to take some sexy naked
photos of me.” She was always direct which scared off even more
people.
I felt my face flush as her eyes looked into
mine, a smile creasing her lips. “You do it so much,” I finally
said. “I admire your stamina.”
“I have a new crush and I think about her all
the time,” she said.
My heart jumped into my throat as I wondered
who she might be talking about. Crystal was very open about her
sexuality. She frequently brought a classmate to the room to make
out. She was a sexual animal and very open about it. After losing
my virginity in St. Martin I had been more outgoing about pursuing
boys, so it was interesting and confusing to be around someone who
was in full pursuit of sex with women just as I was learning to
fuck boys. Crystal had arrived at college wanting to explore her
sexuality and one date with the right senior had focused her sexual
radar on women more than men.
“I’m, I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would
mind,” I said.
She laughed and smiled. “I love it,” she
said, “since it’s you.” I felt my face flush again.
Crystal pulled a lacy bra out of her drawer
and started to put it on, then thought about it and put it back
into the drawer. Her breasts were small and she liked to go braless
to drive the crazed men on campus even crazier. She walked to the
closet, her nipples firm and pointing the way forward, and pulled a
thin white cotton t-shirt off a hanger and slipped it on. I
pretended to be reading my textbook but my eyes were glued to her
movements as she stepped into her sneakers. She was a sexy woman
who doesn’t try to be sexy, she just allows it to happen.
She picked up a brush and organized her hair,
then flipped it back over her shoulder. Then she spent three
minutes working on her eyes, darkening them so they stood out
against her light skin. She reminded me of a sexier Taylor
Swift.
“How about tonight after class?” she
asked.
“Sure, yes,” I said.
My video editing class was my favorite class
but that day I couldn’t pay attention. The professor was talking
about all of the special effects we could use and how we should
pick some and not overdo it. All I could think about was
photographing Crystal later that day, and started to write down
some notes of the shots I thought we should take.
“Producers and directors will have very
specific notes about what effects to use, how they envision the
project playing out,” he said. “And your job isn’t to insert your
ideas into their vision unless they ask for it. But for our next
project I want you to use your own imaginations. You will be
producer, director and editor,” he said from somewhere behind
me.
“This is good, Daria,” said the professor as
his hand took my note paper off my desk.
Why the hell was I
using paper?
My brain screamed.
“I, thanks,” I stammered.
“What she has is three simple shots and her
approach to them,” he said as he walked forward with the sheet of
paper.
I am an idiot
was all my brain could
think.
I was completely embarrassed even though he
didn’t know what the real purpose of the notes was. Still, it felt
like he had invaded my private thoughts. The class bell rang
shortly after and I was instantly relieved, so much so that I ran
out of the room without the notes he had taken from me. It was only
a set of ideas anyway.
Crystal was sitting on her bed when I walked
back in the room. The lights were off, she had lit some candles,
and I hear the pop of a cork as she opened a bottle of Chardonnay.
She was naked again and had a huge grin on her face.
Her part of the room was normally very
organized but this time she had also cleaned up my side too. She’d
taken all of the pillows and placed them on her bed and laid out
some lingerie on my bed. I grinned as I walked over and set my
backpack down.
“I have a few ideas of what I want to shoot,”
she said. “Wine?”
