Diary of a Nymphomaniac by Fyre

September 1, 2000

Dear Diary,

I’ve been reading a lot on the internet. I’m wondering if I’m really a sex addict. What started this is that a "concerned wife" of one of the men I’m seeing emailed me an assortment of websites about sexual addiction. I think she was trying to indicate that I must have a rather "serious proble... Read More...

I remember it like it was yesterday… Yesterday, yeah, Angel… I kne

... Read More...

Hi, I'm Bob. I'm one of the contributing photographers of Young Cuties and Really Innocent, pulp magazines sold where other erotic magazines can be found. I work the Los Angeles area, although I'm often found in Hollywood where I have a studio. I have a couple of agents who keep their eyes open for young talent, but sometimes I find the talent on my own. This is one of my stories. It was late in t... Read More...

My name is Felix. I'm 41 y/o, 179 cm and I'm divorced. I spend my free time in the park. I meet there a nice looking woman, a brunette. We talk a lot every day. We become friends. Her name is Michelle. She is 46 y/o and married. She is taller than me, about 190 cm. Her hips are large and she has round boobs, and that makes her very feminine. Michelle is wearing black dresses all the time. Her dark... Read More...

December 22, 2007

Ohmygawd! Yesterday was so, so incredible.

When I got to work Friday morning, I could see Mr. Washington talking to Donny as I stood there nervously awaiting him in Clint's office. He seemed to be joking about something. It must be strange to know that you're on your way to fuck the wife of the guy you're talking to, but it doesn't seem to faze him at all. G... Read More...

I'm love sex, so I'm going to talk about it. This is the first time I've ever posted at a place like this. All my posts are true. They are not made up. But if there is something you would like to hear me write about, post and let me know, then, I'll do it and tell you about it. Every juicy, cum filled detail of it. God, just writing this little bit has make my pus

... Read More...

Thursday, August 13. 3:30 p.m.

I walk into the club. The music is playing, but no one is on stage. The Dj sees me and orders Sophie to get ready. A woman peels off the bar and into the dressing room. There are two tables where women are talking to men. I select a table where I can see the stage, but where I'm not too close. I look around to see the dancers to size up what I'm up against. ... Read More...