Amy's Journal

Get your heart's desire

Amy’s fingers shook as she wrote the explicit details of her perfect man in her diary. Six feet tall, slabbed with muscle, able to fuck her all night long without stopping. A ten-inch cock and fingers that knew just how to stroke her clit to make her come all night long.

She closed the ancient leather-bound book and placed it on her nightstand before going to her dresser to find the sluttiest nightgown she could find, something that would barely cover her already-dripping pussy. She pulled out a see-trough whisp of clothing that barely covered her ass and slipped it over her naked frame.

Slipping into bed, she said the magic words that were inscribed on the inside of the book.

She closed her eyes and waited for sleep to take her, waited for her dream man to come. As she felt sleep start to overtake her, she thought back to how lucky she was to have found the journal at a yard sale.

A few days ago, after a long day at a boring Job, Amy stopped at a yard sale on the way home, hoping to find a new romance book to keep her entertained throughout the weekend. Instead, she found a leather-bound journal that appeared to have never been written in. Attached was a silver pen by a delicate chain. She felt drawn to it, despite the outrages price of a hundred dollars.

She paid without even thinking and took it home. She opened the journal and read the inside flap.

Write your heart’s desire on the pages of this book

Say the words and in your sleep your desire will come to life.

Magic book let it be

Bring my greatest desire to me

Amy giggled at the ridiculousness but decided to write in anyway. She wrote one word in all capital letters in the center of the first page

No cheeseburger came in the night, but when she opened the journal the following morning, the word was gone. Intrigued, the next night Amy once again wrote in the journal

The following morning, no money appeared, but the words were once again gone.

Convinced that the pen used invisible ink, Amy decided to have fun. She wrote one simple word.

Amy awoke at 3:00 AM, her body trembling as her pussy clenched tight around nothing. She cried out in pleasure as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced tore through her body. Every time she thought it was over another wave of pleasure would crash over her. By the time she was done, her body was weak, and her bed was soaked.

Amy realized that a cheeseburger or money weren’t the desires of her heart, good sex had been what she had craved for years… and the journal delivered. How powerful was the journal?

Now, as the clock struck 3:00 AM, Amy was awoken by strong hands sliding up her nightgown, exploring her body as a pair of lips found hers. She opened her eyes to see the man of her dreams, built like a bodybuilder with the face of a model, his naked body seemed to glisten as he leaned over her, kissing her lips.

His strong hands grabbed her night gown and ripped it in half with no effort, leaving her bare. Those strong hands found her breasts, squeezing them gently while running strong fingers over her nipples.

Her pussy dripped in anticipation as she saw all ten inches of his cock already erect and ready for her. She spread her legs, wanting her inside him. He climbed up on the bed, grabbed her ankles, and spread her legs wide apart. Without any foreplay, he penetrated her, sinking his cock balls deep inside her as his fingers began to stroke her sensitive clit.

Amy screamed as she felt herself stretched, almost too far, as he went all the way inside her. In her mind she thought she might want to add some foreplay to the next journal entry, but that thought was overwhelmed by pleasure as he began to slowly fuck her. His thrusts were slow, each one a deliberate movement of penetration, owning her, claiming her as his, just as she’d always wanted.

He began to move faster, his thrusts pounding into her like frantic base drummer on speed, faster and faster until the heat of her pussy felt like a fire between her legs. She screamed as she came over and over, her imaginary lover come to life, never slowing, never stopping.

As the first rays of the sun hit her lover, he vanished out of existence. He had fucked her for nearly four hours. Her pussy was swollen, every movement sending shocks of pleasure so intense it was almost painful with every movement.

Amy slid out of bed and crawled on her hands and knees to the bathroom and into the walk-in shower. She reached up, turning the cold water on full blast as she curled up beneath the spray, letting the cold stream soothe her aching body.

Shivering with cold, but able to stand without having another orgasm, she stumbled out of the bathroom and over to the journal. With trembling hands, she wrote a single line on the now blank page.

THE SAME AS LAST NIGHT, BUT ANOTHER ONE FOR MY MOUTH