First Draft

Date of occurrence : 03-Mar-12   

At this stage, I was unsure of the exact format for the blog that Miss had in mind. My initial understanding was that it would be conveying Miss's thoughts, feelings etc in relation to her experience as a cuckoldress. Much like Marias Diary, I expected that she would want this blog to be written in first person context from her point of view.

I was keen to get the blog going and therefore took the initiative to write her a draft post for the blog. I would submit this for her to review and see how she felt about it. Therefore, based on the above assumption, I wrote a draft piece from her perspective. This would require that I got into her head and also demanded that I make up feelings and emotions for her as I tried to describe her experiences. I did have my reservations about this as I did not believe I would be able to portray an accurate picture of her feelings.

Anyway, I thought I would make an attempt and see how it goes. Here is the email I sent to her along with the draft. I chose to pick a scenario where Miss picks up a date and later calls the cuck to listen in on her. You will see a mention of this situation in an earlier post 'Cuckolded by Phone'



Hello Miss,


As promised here is my draft journal post. I meant to send it earlier but just had a busy day. Anyway, I based it on the email that you thought would make a good journal post. I am unsure of the kind of narrative you wish to use for the journal i.e. first person, third person or in fact first person from the perspective of your writer (me)…like a biography.


I am guessing you would like it to be in first person just likes Maria’s Diary. Only problem for me is that I would need to imagine what feelings and thoughts you may have been going through at various stages. I would like to apologise in advance if the below draft portrays you in a way that you do not approve. Without knowing the kind of person you are I have had to make a lot of assumptions about how you would go about getting a date. I think this could be a good starting point to see what you like and don’t like. We could then fine tune it to get it right.


So here is my first shot at it.



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It was another day of travelling in my busy professional life. This time, work brought me to Brisbane. I’ve always liked coming to Brisbane, so much so that I bought a neat little holiday apartment here. After a busy day, I felt like unwinding a little and thought I would head to the local pub for a bite to eat and some drinks.


I always like to dress to impress but at the same also like my attire to be appropriate for the situation. I chose a nice figure hugging black dress. It has very short sleeves, a deep neck line that does not reveal much cleavage and finishes about 3-4” inches above the knee. What I love about this the most is the way it hugs my sensuous hour-glass body and accentuates my perfect curves. It gets me all the attention I crave without being over the top.


The tight fit mean I go without a bra. The sight of bra straps poking from underneath a dress totally kills the sophisticated and classy look I like to project. For my underwear I wore my tiniest lace G-strings. They were so tiny that they literally were no more than a lace patch and barely covered my pussy. I then slipped on a pair of black 4 inch peep toe mules. I checked myself in the mirror and loved what I saw.


The pub was quite busy for Thursday and had a local rock n roll band playing some of their own production. Thankfully there were still a couple of free tables. I spotted one past the bar. There were some guys standing by the bar trying to order drinks. I walked towards the table with a bit of sway in my stride, clicking my heels on the hard wood floor. I didn’t have to look, but as I walked past them, their eyes were all transfixed to my perfect peachy butt. As I got to the table I stood there as if undecided, just to give the guys a few extra seconds to ogle my derriere.


I pulled the chair that was facing the bar and sat down. I looked up towards the bar and I saw four heads instantly look away. I knew I had already been mentally stripped by each one of them. It gave me a tingle in my nipples and brought a smirk to my face. I realise I will need to be careful and not get too excited. My sensitive and perky nipples would easily show through this dress if I got carried away.


I ordered some fish n chips and some white wine. The meal was for most part uneventful. I found myself reflecting over the day and thinking ahead about my meeting with a client. It wasn’t long before I ha finished my well enjoyed meal. I was still enjoying the music and decided to hang out at the pub a little. I took my glass of wine and headed towards the band where a few people were standing around and others moving to the music.


As I stood there tapping my feet to the music, I noticed a rather cute guy standing across the floor, looking at me. It was a weeknight; I had an early start and a busy day tomorrow. Needless to say, despite my efforts to look sexy, I was not here to pick up anyone for the night.


But his smile was irresistible. I couldn’t help return eye contact and give him a positive sexual vide. Not long after he approached me and said “hello”. He had a nice husky voice and well toned athletic body; although not very tall. I felt a rush standing next to him. We introduced ourselves and he offer to get me a refill. We ha polite conversation and not much happened for the next three tracks.


The next track was a real catchy number. It sure got the locals going and a lot mote people hit the little floor in front of the stage. It got crowded and it pushed us a little closer. We started dancing along with the rest. Half through the song, I turned around with my back to him and really moved my hips around. I knew he would love the view. He inched closer and put his hands on my hips. We gradually moved into each other until his crotch made full contact with my soft hips. To say he was ‘happy to see me’ would be an understatement. OMG, he was rock hard and huge. I could feel the thickness right through his denim.


We kept this up for a bit, trying not to be crass about it. My nipples were starting to poke out and my pussy was throbbing. I turned around, put my arms around him and pushed into him;. My breasts were pressed into his chest and his big hard cock was poking into my stomach. It was all I could do to keep my hands off his crotch. My mind was racing. I wanted to wrap my lips around that cock and suck it; take it in a deep as I could; I was ripping now. The little lacy patch of panties was soaked and I could even feel some juices spill out onto my inner thighs.


We couldn’t stay here too long. I needed him now; I wanted kiss him passionately and I wanted him to fuck me…fuck me deep, long and hard…ughhh...I was grunted with lust internally. I managed to stay calm and seductively invited him to my apartment. His grin said it all. He couldn’t believe his luck; picking up a hot and horny chick in a local pub on a weeknight.


We literally rushed to my apartment which was just a block away. As we got into the elevator we kissed passionately for the first time. We felt each other all over but still managed to keep it civil. As we reached my floor, we disengaged from our embrace and calmed down...for a bit, until we entered my apartment. Now there was no holding back. He pulled me tight, kissing me and lifting my dress my up he squeezed my buttocks.


We went straight for my bed. He pulled my dressed over my head and there I stood just in my soaked little patch of lace. He took his shirt off and I got down on my knees to take his belt off. I opened his fly and pulled his cock out of his jocks. Wow!!! It was huge…I had to suck this cock. I lay wet kisses on it and then slowly took it into my mouth. Inch by inch I took more and more of his cock until I had about 6 inches of his 8 in my mouth. I kept sucking for a bit longer until I had my fill. Now I was ready to be fucked.


I slipped off my panties and tossed them aside. I got on the bed, spread my legs open for him and said Fuck Me! That is all the invitation he did. As he was getting ready to fuck my brains out, I made a call on my cell phone. I was calling my cuckold. The lucky bitch was going to listen to me get fucked. How fortunate for him that he gets to listen to my moans and screams of orgasmic pleasure, while he sits on the other end of the line and play with his little dick.


My lover was bemused but too horny to care. He slipped on a condom and pointed his fat cock towards waiting pussy. I took a deep breath as the head touched my warm entrance. He pushed in and as the big head slipped through I let out a loud cry of pleasure. As he rocked in and out of me we got into a rhythm. We changed positions a couple of time; cowgirl; reverse cowgirl and finally my favourite…doggy style. As he fucked me like a bitch, I moaned and screamed like one. He fucked me hard and fast and I was get really close to cumming.


A few more thrusts and I was in heaven. I let out a long guttural scream and came hard; my pussy pulsating on his rock hard cock. This was all a bit too much for him and got soon after he came inside me. We lay there for a while as we came down from our post orgasmic bliss. He was still inside me and my pussy was squeezing every bit of cum from his balls into the condom.


Without saying a word I ended the call. The cuck had heard enough to have helped him to an orgasm of his own. I pulled away from my lover and he slipped out. He went to take the condom off but I stopped him. I carefully slipped it off cautious not to spill any of his precious seed. There was quite a load in there and I very pleased to see that. My lucky cuck is going to get a tasty treat in the mail.


The end.