I felt it would give me a way to order my thoughts and to go back and review my actions. It would have to go in the lockbox because I was going to wri...e my innermost thoughts, my feelings, my ideas, my dreams. And I was going to write about sex.I sat down at my desk and started writing about the previous day’s events. How I felt, what I thought, and about the intense lovemaking. I reflected on that. I had trouble even putting how I felt about that into words. I just wrote what came to mind. I. I was doing my Mba final sem and she used to help me for my studies as she is the best student in the university my room in upstairs and my mom and sister sleep in one bed room (master bed room) in down stair and that time I was preparing for my exam she is very lovable my dear sweet sister height 5.6 and her size34 32 30 and very attractive look and she is a golden colour angel with butter boobs. That day evening 7o clock and I was sitting in my room by seeing some sexy clips in my mob. ”“Yes ma’am. Thank you ma’am.”Mistress Wanda dismissed him with a waft of her free hand. She watched him ascend the stairs and exit out the cellar door. Now for the Captive, groaning on the far side of the chamber. She picked up a candelabrum and went over to meet the flesh.The Captive was secured to a wooden St Andrew’s cross attached to the far wall, standing on the balls of his feet and facing frontwards in an x shaped position as leather wrist and ankle restraints dug into his meat, moaning. But truth was I'd never even touched a dick. Coming past my 14 though, I was starting to get feelings regularly. I found myself often running to the toilet at school to stroke myself to an orgasm but one day I figured it wasn't enough.It was a hot summers day and I was laying on the sofa in my living room in just a pair of demi shorts and a flowery black bra, I'd just finished finger fucking myself and was flicking through my phone, looking for my at the time bestie. Her name was Lydia. She was.