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yakboy69
1 month ago
Straight Male, 52
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Saint To Slut In Just Seven Days: Sunday P.M.

Samantha and Stefan have a romantic picnic lunch followed by Sam meeting Stefan's mum. Promises are made and a new life begins.

We spent most of the afternoon wandering around the city, looking at art, and generally just enjoying each other's company. Stefan knew of a whole world in this city that I had never explored before. Tiny little shops and galleries are hidden down alleys and some of the back streets. It was so strange to walk around a city I thought I knew and discover there was a whole world that I knew nothing about. He showed me hidden...

Saint To Slut In Just Seven Days: Sunday A.M.

Samantha wakes up to a threesome with Bec and Leon, then goes to Stefan to tell him all about her adventure.

Day Seven, Sunday. I was deep in a very pleasant and exciting dream. I had been the centre of attention on an enormous bed. I was tied down, but not so tight that it was uncomfortable. There was a crowd of people all standing around the bed watching, and they were dressed in work clothes, as though they had been on their lunch break, and they stopped in to watch me get pleasured. I was completely naked and open for the wh...

Saint To Slut In Just Seven Days: Saturday P.M.

Samantha has her first experience with another woman and it's everything she had hoped.

Bec grinned and did up one button on her dress, pulling the top together but leaving the middle gaping. I did up a couple of my own buttons after slipping my arms back into the sleeves, and we both got out of the car. I barely remembered to lock it as we walked away; I was so focused on her. In the lobby, she turned to the stairs instead of the elevator, and a quick glance in their direction showed a sign declaring they w...

Saint To Slut In Just Seven Days: Saturday A.M.

Samantha has breakfast naked on the balcony with Stefan before meeting with Bec for lunch and...

Day 6, Saturday. I woke slowly, and it took me a few moments to remember where I was. I was completely naked and spread out on smooth, clean sheets that were of excellent quality and had a very high thread count. I was marvelling at how smooth, cool, and nice they felt against my bare skin. The room was lit up so brightly that I had to blink rapidly to try to let my eyes adjust. When I could see without it causing pain to...

Saint To Slut In Just Seven Days: Friday Evening.

Samantha and Stefan go on their date and Samantha stays the night.

The door closed behind me, and he walked around to the other side of the car. He sat down and gave the driver instructions then the car moved off, and he turned towards me. Reaching out, he took my hand in his. "I want to, though." I was confused and shook my head. “You want to, what?” “I want to know, not just half of it; I want to know all of it." "Oh." There was a long pause as I wondered if he truly knew what he was a...

Saint To Slut In Just Seven Days: Friday P.M.

Samantha has an interesting ride home with Bec then prepares for her evening with Stefan.

I stopped and looked at stores along the way, and at some point I realised that I was procrastinating and going to miss my normal train. I would have to catch the last train again. On some level, I knew I was being deliberately tardy because I didn't want to catch my usual train. I didn't want to bump into my “fellow traveller” and his wife, but I did want to see Bec again. Just the thought of how exciting it had been to...

Saint To Slut In Just Seven Days: Friday A.M.

Samantha and Stefan finally get their act together.

Day 5, Friday: I stretched out and felt so relaxed that I was almost purring. It was early, and there was still a good hour before my alarm was due to go off, but I had gone to bed so early last night that I was well and truly ready to start the day. I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, where I looked myself over while I waited for the shower to warm up. I could see my pussy was still puffy and glistening. I lov...

Saint To Slut In Just Seven Days: Thursday P.M.

Samantha throws caution to the wind with Stefan and meets a new friend on the train.

Oh, fuck. Here it is. “Look, I'm really sorry for...” “Please, don't.” I looked up at him, confused again. “Please don't talk for a moment. This is awkward enough, and I need to get this out.” I waited in silence for a moment, feeling my face get redder by the second. He stood up from his chair and began pacing in front of that window with the great view, but that particular view held nothing for him right at this moment....

Saint To Slut In Just Seven Days: Thursday A.M.

Samantha's flirting reaches a new height as she ditches panties for the day.

Day 4, Thursday: Before I had even left the bed for the morning I had cum twice. I knew today wasn’t going to be your typical day already, not that any day this week had been ordinary. My day began with two orgasms and a shower, the shower was necessary because my orgasms seemed to be getting wetter and wetter. Not that I minded, it was kind of fun to get all messy but it did require more clean-up effort. I put on a robe...

Saint To Slut In Just Seven Days: Wednesday P.M.

Samantha gets dry humped in the train.

The majority of the afternoon was spent trying to focus on work. It was no small task to drag my mind into the present and make it focus but I did eventually manage to get a lot done, which was a relief because all week I had managed to achieve very little and the last thing I wanted to do was to let down Stefan. I was proud of the fact that I was valued as an employee, it meant a lot to me and I didn’t want to ruin that....

Saint To Slut In Just Seven Days: Wednesday A.M.

Samantha goes lingerie shopping on her way to work.

Day 3, Wednesday: I awoke to the sound of the alarm blaring and discovered I was ferociously hungry. I had had many dreams last night, most of which I couldn't remember beyond the general feeling of them but the one I was having when the alarm went off was still resonating in my mind. In that dream, it was like my brain was subconsciously telling me to get organised. It was a dream about buying some new sexy underwear and...

Saint To Slut In Just Seven Days: Tuesday P.M.

Samantha's teasing of Stefan and the stranger goes up another notch.

I enjoyed the fresh air and the walk did have me feeling revitalised. When I returned to the office, I took Stefan his croissant and turned to walk out again but he called out to me. “Sam?” I turned back and smiled at him but he seemed suddenly stuck for words. I waited while he stumbled over himself until he found his voice again. “Ah, Samantha, it gets a bit too quiet in here at times. Do you mind sitting and having you...

Saint To Slut In Just Seven Days: Tuesday A.M.

Samantha teases her fellow commuter and pushes a little further with Stefan.

Tuesday morning, I woke up feeling like I had had the best night’s sleep in a very long time. My body felt a little stiff and achy, as though I hadn’t turned enough during the night and I guessed that I had been so exhausted, mentally as well as physically, from the day before that I slept like a log. I got out of bed and went through the usual morning routine on autopilot. The whole time I was getting ready for work, my...

Saint To Slut In Just Seven Days: Monday, P.M.

Samantha discovers she enjoys teasing.

I didn't see much of Stefan for the rest of the day. It felt as though he was hiding in his office, no doubt he was embarrassed but it was like he was afraid to see me, afraid of what he might do to me if he did. My imagination went into full fantasy mode at that thought and in my head he had me bent over my desk with the door still open where anyone could see in. He had my skirt up over my ass and my panties pulled down...

Saint To Slut in Just Seven Days: Monday, A.M.

Samantha buys a skirt that leads to a whole new way of life.

This isn't a confession as such and it's not a diary entry as I have never kept a diary in my life; it is just the sordid story of how my life changed in a week. It started with me doing something that I hadn't done in a long time. Perhaps because it had been so long since the last time that I was out of practice. It was something that I avoided doing as much as possible. I didn't enjoy doing it because it filled me with...