Dear Diary,

I'm having difficulty falling asleep. It's 2 AM, and for the last thirty minutes, all I can hear is my mother and her boyfriend having sex in the next room. She screams when she has an orgasm. Since she met Eric, this goes on all the time. They have an insatiable appetite for one another and seem to enjoy each other's bodies. This isn't the first time that their lovemaking has kept me awake. When I hear them, I fantasize that it's me instead of my mother. Even though he's old enough to be my father, I want him. Sometimes, I dream about what his cock might look like. When I have this urge, I masturbate. Right now, I am drenched with desire.

Eric lives with us. He is a retired Army officer and is home during the day. When my mother goes to work he has a daily routine. Every morning, he runs for five miles to stay fit then goes for a swim to cool off. He doesn't know it, I watch him as he does laps in our pool. When he strips off his shirt, his body is tan and muscular, and I can see the outline of his cock in his swimsuit. It doesn't take long for me to be overcome with lust. The thought of a morning of passion with him is arousing. Sometimes I pleasure myself while I watch from my bedroom window. Whenever I massage myself, I shut my eyes and the fantasy begins.

After Eric jumps in the pool, I step outside wearing my terry cloth beach robe. When he notices me, my robe falls open and drops to the ground revealing my naked body. I don't just jump in. Instead, I'll walk seductively down the steps at the shallow end, taking each step slowly and with determination. I'll give him time to take in what I have to offer. I know the chill of the water will cause goosebumps, and my nipples will harden.

He won't be able to resist me as he swims in my direction. I lean against the side of the pool and he takes a nipple into his mouth. The sucking and nibbling as he squeezes and plays with me make my body shudder. I can feel his erection straining against his Speedo needing to be released. He drops it at the side of the pool. Now his cock is free for me to enjoy. I stroke it, imagining how it will feel as he impales me.

He takes me from the pool and pats my body dry with a towel. His hand reaches out to guide me through the house to my bedroom. So many thoughts race through my mind. Will I scream like my mother? Does he want someone with more experience or can he enjoy the body of a nineteen-year-old? Can I satisfy his ferocious appetite?

When we get to my room, he leaves me standing there waiting as he disappears for just a minute. When he returns he has a variety of restraints and toys from my mother's room. He blindfolds me and takes me to my bed. His hands gently place me on my back. My arms are stretched to their limits as he fastens my wrists to the bedposts. He tightens them to restrict any movement. Then, he spreads my legs wide exposing my intimate area. Each ankle is bound tight like my arms. I am deprived of movement. He is in full control of my body.

I hear movement as he climbs onto the bed. I can feel that he is between my legs. Then, a finger lightly touches my clitoris. Or is it the tip of his tongue, teasing me, flicking it, making the blood rush? I moan with satisfaction. He takes the entire clit into his mouth, sucking it, savagely striking it with his tongue. My limbs strain as I thrash with an uncontrollable spasm. I scream loudly and I beg him to mount me.

He removes the blindfold and positions himself to fuck me. His cock brushes back and forth at the opening of my folds. His hand spreads me open. I feel the rush from my insides knowing what is about to take place. He plants the thick cock into me. I gasp for air as he slides in. He pinches both my nipples and gives them a playful twist as he penetrates me. His fingers clamp down on them, not releasing them. The sensation creates a rage through my body. I become out of control and like my mother, I howl with euphoria.

His fingers finally release my nipples. They are swollen from the workout he inflicts on them. He grabs my shoulders, holding me down, as his drive becomes more intense. We both pant like wild dogs. I feel him building. Then, his release fills me. His warmth inside me is so satisfying. I love this, now I know I can captivate him.

Suddenly, my fantasy is interrupted. I'm distracted by the screams that are still coming from my mother's room. Does he have her tied to the bed? Is his mouth pleasuring her? Or, is he buried deep into her causing her outburst? Is he filling her like he did me in my fantasy? I am so jealous of her, I want to go look. Would he invite me into their bed? Could I do that? Some things are best left to my imagination. Now I'm confused about tomorrow. Should I act on my fantasy, or should I keep it pent up inside me?

Well my diary, it is late and I have an early class in the morning. I have to try to get some sleep. Only time will tell if I have the courage to follow through with my desires. I will let you know. Goodnight for now.