Date: Tue, 1 Oct 2019 11:04:42 -0700 From: Misty Meadow Subject: My Dirty Diary My Dirty Diary by Misty Meadow I used to have a diary that I wrote in every day, until Mum found it and was outraged at some of the "dirty" stuff I'd written. She gave me a thrashing with her cane (yes, she has a real cane and doesn't hesitate to use it) and grounded me for a week. Now I keep my diary on my laptop, protected by a password so she can't access it, and anyway, typing is a lot faster than writing. What follows is an excerpt: July 2nd. One day, Aunt Gerri, I hope you'll read this. I'm going to be writing about stuff I'd never tell anyone else. I'm so glad Mum sent me to stay with you. She's been getting on my nerves lately, always criticising me for every little infraction of her stupid rules. Last week when she caught me sprawled on the couch with my legs spread and my skirt rucked up she slapped me hard on my face because she saw my knickers, so when she told me I was going to spend the summer hols with you, I was over the moon, but I didn't let her know how excited I was. When the taxi dropped me off this afternoon, you opened the door and folded me in your arms and I knew we were going to have a wonderful time together. You held me at arm's length and looked me up and down. I was wearing the only short dress I have, one that Mum thought I'd thrown out years ago. All my other dresses come down below my knees and make me look frumpy but I saved this one in case a time came when I wanted to look like every other eleven year old. When I left home, I'd been wearing a calf length skirt, but on the train, I changed in the toilet into this short dress I'd concealed in my back pack. Although I haven't seen you for several years, I shouldn't be surprised at how young you look, because you're a lot younger than Mum; you could almost be my sister instead of my aunt. You made me feel so welcome, showing me my room and helping me unpack. You said that you didn't like your sister any more than I did. She shouldn't be dragging me to church against my will every Sunday, just because she'd got religion when she was a teenager. You told me that you didn't believe in all that shit and I was happy to confess that I didn't either. I remember years ago, grandma said something about you being gay, though I was too young to understand. I thought she meant you were always happy, but now I know all about being gay, from a book about lesbianism that I checked out of the library and kept hidden from Mum. From what I read, I think being gay must be wonderful. I've never told anyone, but I've had crushes on older girls and even a teacher so perhaps I'm gay, too, but then I'm probably too young to be anything, gay or straight. I did notice that as I sat on the couch, you sat opposite me and you were definitely looking up my dress, not that I mind. In fact, I like anything that would make my mum angry. I confess I did spread my legs a little wider than is "appropriate", pretending that I was just being careless, and your eyes got big. I wondered why you asked me if I'd had my first period yet, because my boobs have only just started to grow and my chest is still pretty flat and I don't have any hair down there, but you seemed to be happy that I haven't, and then I told you about the book I'd read and that I knew all about sex and you looked like you approved. July 3rd. I've never had a conversation like the one we had after dinner last night. You told me straight out that you were gay, not just like any other lesbian, but gay in a special way. You explained that adult women weren't all that exciting; the girls that you wanted to love were young. When I asked you how young, I wasn't surprised when you admitted that your ideal girl was very young, preferably preteen and prepubescent, in fact you said I was the ideal age. It seems perfectly normal to me because I had crushes on eleven year old girls when I was as young as eight or nine so why should you be any different just because you're grown up? Young girls are pretty no matter who's looking at them, especially if they let you look up their dresses. You told me that your favourite fantasy was imagining a little girl getting undressed, getting totally nude and proudly showing of her naked body and flaunting her cunt, a word that would shock my mother. I told you I understood and talked about some of the naughty things I'd done with girls at school, in a stall in the bathroom, showing each other our muffins and even putting our fingers in each other. It felt good to tell you about things I'd kept secret for so long. "Oh," you said, "I love the word `muffin'. It's the perfect name for your vagina, though I like to call mine my `cunt', because the word has a nice `dirty' ring to it. You don't mind if I use dirty words, do you?" I told you I didn't. I also said I thought I might grow up to be gay like you and you told me I didn't need to wait. "Girls of eleven have sexual feelings and you should never suppress them. Be yourself and remember, never be ashamed of your body; it's so beautiful." July 4th. I've made a video for Gerri. I want her to know that I'm glad she's gay and I want to be part of her gay life and do things with her that are totally forbidden, but I'm nervous about just coming right out and telling her. What if I've misjudged her and she's not as gay as I think? But she did say that her best fantasy was of a girl like me getting undressed and showing everything, so I decided to make her dream come true. You were at work and I had the house to myself. In your room I went through your closet, looking at your dresses and blouses, then opened your dresser drawers and inspected your underwear. You have mostly white cotton knickers and nylon slips and a couple of lacy bras, but I did find some perfectly see-through knickers that would hide nothing and I wonder where and when you wear them. Best of all was a pair of sheer turquoise tap pants with white lace round the legs and a matching camisole. I held them against my body to see how I'd look like in them, and wondered how you'd look. I felt guilty, being sneaky like that, but then I thought if you knew, you wouldn't mind. Mum never let me have a phone so I'd saved up and bought a camcorder. It's amazing how cheap they are. Back in my room, I set it on a chair in front of the mirrored closet doors, so I could watch my own performance. I pressed "record" and stepped into the frame. I was less shy about letting you see me this way than "in the flesh", so to speak. I'd review it and if it was too much, I'd erase it and do another, tamer one. "Hello, Gerri," I started. "I'm making this video for you because of what you said about your best fantasy were a young girl undressing and if you haven't already guessed it, I want you to watch me and I hope it gets you excited. For me, it's gonna be thrilling. I'm want to be as shameless as I can, so here goes." I sat on the end of my bed and lifted my legs one at a time to take my sandals off, letting the camera see the crotch of my knickers. "This is the sort of thing that drives my Mum crazy." I stood and lifted the front of my dress up high enough to reveal my belly button. "Take a good look. You like little girls so you must like white knickers." I lifted it higher to show my tiny nipples. "I wish my tits were bigger, Gerri, so you could kiss them." Then I lifted the dress over my head and shook my hair free. Now I was only in my knickers and white ankle socks. "I'm going to take my knickers off in a minute, so you can see my muffin. Perhaps I should call it my `cunt' like you do. Either way, I know you want to see it. Look, I'm pulling my knickers down an inch at a time, just to tease you. You're dying to see my cunt, aren't you, and I'm dying to show it, but a little teasing isn't so bad, is it? Just a couple of inches to go. Are you getting excited? I am." I turned my back to the camera bent down and look at myself between my legs. I could see my bum hole. I smiled. I straightened up and turned back again. "Here we go, the moment we've both been waiting for." I tugged them down the final inch, revealing my prominent mound with its vertical slit. It was enormously exciting to be showing it to you. "Do you like it, Gerri? I bet you'd like to touch it. If you were here, I'd let you, like I let those girls at school touch me. It felt good then, but I'm sure your touch will be more exciting." I pushed my knickers lower, down to mid thigh, put my hands on my bum cheeks and thrust my hips forward. "Take a good long look. I've never shown myself off like this before and I can't believe how thrilling it is. I want to do it for real, with you sitting in front of me, preferably sitting on a chair with your legs spread so I can see your knickers. Yes, I like looking up skirts, too." I brought my knees together so my knickers fell to my ankles, then stepped out of them. I turned my body from side to side so you'd be able to see me from all angles, then I sat on the end of the bed again to take my socks off. Lifting one leg at a time, just as I'd done with my sandals, I could see in the mirror that you'd have a perfect unobstructed view of my cunt. I tossed my socks aside and lay back, propping my upper body up with my elbows. I spread my legs wide. From the moment I turned the camcorder on, I'd been getting more and more excited, thinking about how you'll feel when you see this. I was wondering how far to take this. Have I gone too far? July 5th. When you got home from work, dressed in a tailored business suit, I told you I had a present for you, that I'd made a video that I thought you'd like. I handed you my camcorder and showed you how to replay the video. "Go upstairs and watch it in your bedroom," I told you, nervously. You went upstairs and half an hour passed by as I sat anxiously waiting for her reaction. When you came downstairs, now wearing just a short silk robe and carrying a laptop, the smile on your face was dazzling. I heaved a sigh of relief. "Oh, my God, Misty! My darling angel slut! You've made me the happiest woman in the world." Hooray, it worked! "I thought you were sexy, but now I've fallen hopelessly in love with you. I watched it and believe it or not, you made me cum. Yes, I had a real orgasm, right at the point where you flaunted your cunt so outrageously. The only way I know how to thank you is this: I've made a little video of my own and downloaded it on to this laptop and we can hook it up to the big fifty inch TV and watch it together. I think you're gonna like it." You made the necessary connections and I sat on your lap, leaning back against your soft breasts. You pressed "play" and here's what we saw: You were in your bedroom and you'd changed out of your business suit into a short flowered print dress that buttoned all the way down the front. You were wearing white stockings with their lacy tops showing below the hem of the dress. You slowly unbuttoned the dress from bottom to top, revealing the turquoise tap pants set that I'd sneaked a look at the other day. They looked even sexier than I'd imagined. "I know you went through my underwear drawer, Misty, because you didn't fold them properly when you put them back, but I don't mind; in fact the thought of you inspecting all my knickers is quite exciting. I confess I've been through your knicker drawer, too, imagining you in them." Wow, Gerri, I thought, you're just as naughty as I am. Your dress was now wide open and as you let it fall from your shoulders, one shoulder strap of your camisole fell off, and your left tit popped out. You looked down at it, lowered your head and lifted it to suck on your nipple, then looked up at me with a smile. "I wish it were you sucking on my tit, nibbling and biting me. I like a little pain." Then you took the camisole off and I could see both your tits, small and firm with nice big nipples. "You kept me in suspense when you took your knickers off for me, but I just can't wait to show you my cunt, so here you are." You slid the tap pants all the way down to your ankles and stepped out of them and stood with one foot up on a chair, flaunting your cunt for me. It's way different from mine. You have big floppy lips and I could clearly see your clit at the top. It's much bigger than the drawings I saw in that sex book. Your lips have little gold rings in them and I wondered if the piercing hurt you. You took your foot off the chair and stepped closer to the camera so I could see your cunt close up. Taking hold of the rings, you pulled your lips wide apart and exposed a huge area of moist pink flesh and a dark, inviting, mysterious cavern. "Look at me, Misty, take a good long look at my cunt which is just longing to be touched by you. See how wet I am. That's from watching the amazing video you made for me." Then you stepped back and sat on the chair, lifting one leg at a time to roll your stockings down. Finally you were naked and the video ended. While were watching, one of your hands slid up my thigh, pushing my dress up to my waist and then moved between my legs, your fingers pressing against my cunt through the cotton of my knickers. I spread my legs wider to let you know that I was loving it, and because being touched in this way was thrilling, I wanted to touch you, so I stood, turned round and sat on your thighs facing you. I tugged at the belt of your robe and spread it wide, gazing at your beautiful body. I leaned forward and kissed your left nipple then took it between my teeth and bit gently. I heard you gasp. With on hand, I tweaked your other nipple, rolling it between my forefinger and thumb, then pinched it until you gasped again. I could smell the sharp aroma of sex coming from you and it made me more excited than ever. I thought about all the things I'd read in that sex book, about what lesbians like to do and though it hadn't mentioned undressing, it had several pages about cunnilingus and how it was one of the most common ways girls bring each other to orgasm. I slid backwards off your thighs and knelt at your feet. You spread your legs for me and for the first time I could see you cunt close up, close enough to touch, close enough to kiss. You pulled the rings apart for me and I buried my face in those wet pink folds that were so inviting. I was in heaven, my heart pounding, my tummy churning and I reached down, putting my hand inside my own knickers to feel how wet it was. I was soaking, believe me. I licked the insides of your lips, one side then the other, then moved up and touched your clit with my tongue. I could feel you trembling. I pursed my lips and sucked it in, strumming its tip with my tongue, then rapidly sucked it in and out as though it was a tiny cock fucking my mouth. Your hips thrust up and your hands pulled my head hard against you. I heard you cry out that you were cumming and I sucked harder until you let out a loud cry and slumped back in the chair. I lifted my face and looked into your eyes and saw nothing but adoration, the same love that I feel for you. After you got your breath back you told me to stand up and undress and I was only too willing to strip, this time for real, doing an approximate repeat of my video and when I was naked, I sat on your lap again and we kissed our tongues thrusting into each other's mouths, our hands all over each other's bodies. "Now I'm going to eat your cunt, Misty," you said and I almost fainted with joy. There are no words that can adequately describe the ecstasy you brought to me. July 6th. I told you about my diary, that I'd recorded to the best of my memory, all the thing that we did and that I felt. Then I got an amazing surprise. "I've been keeping a diary, too. All my secret thoughts are in it. Do you want to read it?" "YES!" I screamed. "Oh, yes, yes! I wanna read it now!" Together, naked, we climbed the stairs to your room and as I lay on my back on your bed, reading your diary, you ran your fingertips all over my body and kissed my nipples and cunt. Here's what I read: July 1st. I hate my fucking sister. She's an uptight, bigoted bitch who got religion as a kid and now calls herself "born again" whatever the fuck that means. She treats her kid abominably and several times I've been on the verge of calling Child Protective Services to report her for child abuse, but that would put Misty through an additional unnecessary ordeal. So imagine my delight when she called to ask me to take Misty for the school holidays to give herself a break from her "uncontrollable and wicked" child. I eagerly agreed, not just to spare Misty the hell of six weeks with her cunt of a mother but for other reasons, which I'll explain. I'm gay. Yes, I not only confess it, I proudly proclaim it. Furthermore, there's an aspect to my gayness that I don't advertise, in fact I keep it a closely held secret. My preferred lovers are not to adult women, but children, preteen girls who've not yet reached puberty, whose main attraction is their innocence and vulnerability. Given the present climate of hostility to child lovers, not to mention the legal aspects of my obsession, it's almost impossible to make my fantasies come true. Yes, occasionally young girls have had crushes on me and though I hugged and kissed some of them, it was always too dangerous to go any further, though I occasionally engineered situations where I was able to watch them undress, at the swimming pool, for example, or best of all, if I managed to baby sit a girl old enough to fit my criteria. Watching little girls undress makes my stomach clench and my heart race and I keep those images in my mind, regularly masturbating to them. Girls have to be old enough to have sexual feelings (in my own case, I was eight when I first fingered myself and nine when I fingered another girl of the same age), but above the age of ten or eleven, most kids no longer need babysitters, so I was starved of the affection I craved. But oh, what joy when I learned that Misty is coming tomorrow to stay for the whole six weeks. I haven't seen her for about three years when she was so pretty that I've been thinking about her ever since. July 2nd. You're here! I pay of the taxi and fold you in my arms. You're nearly as tall as I am with the same kind of figure, slender like a ballerina, and you're even more adorable than I remember. I press your body close to mine, feeling the flatness of your chest, happy that puberty with all its problems was months, if not years away. You're wearing a delightfully short dress, which surprises me. Your mother would never have approved of it and you haven't been in the house for more than ten minutes before you "accidentally" let me look up it, revealing those white cotton knickers that all schoolgirls wear (or should, in my opinion) and you seem so uninhibited and affectionate that I decide tomorrow I'm going to reveal that I'm gay. July 3rd. You took it all quite calmly, so much so that I even confessed to being obsessed by young girls, preteens of your age, and you didn't bat an eyelid. Perhaps the best thing of all was that you told me you'd read a book that explained everything about sex, so here you are, innocent but knowledgeable, vulnerable but well informed, so I won't have to do a lot of explaining. I'm so excited! Then you told me that you'd had some adventures with girls of your own age at school, enjoying a little "finger pie" and you referred to your cunt as your "muffin". What a delightful word. That was when I knew for certain that you were "groomable", that I'd be able to lead you down the path to exquisite lesbian sex. July 6th. Oh, my God! You made a video for me, the most astounding thing I've ever seen. I've watched as much porn involving young girls on the internet as is available but in recent years, it's all been cleaned up and there's nothing exciting left, so when I went up to my bedroom, played the video and watched you do a shameless strip tease for me, flaunting your sweet little cunt, I actually came without touching myself. I played it a second time and wondered how I could thank you for such a perfect gift. Then it hit me. Why shouldn't I make a video of my own? I took off my suit and dressed in my favourite knickers and camisole, adding a pair of white stockings for additional effect, and covered it all with a dress, then set up your camcorder and did my act for you. Showing off my cunt with its lip rings, knowing that within minutes you'd be seeing it, almost made me cum again. I threw on a robe, came downstairs and we played it on the big TV screen as you sat on my lap, leaning back against my tits. As it played and you were clearly thrilled by it, I chose that moment to make my first physical move, running my hand up your thigh, pushing your dress up and pressing my hand between your legs. Imagine my delight when you parted your thighs for me. It was as if you were saying "Yes, Gerri, do it to me!" When the video ended, you got off my lap, opened my robe and gazed transfixed at my naked body. Imagine my surprise when without any hesitation you went down on me and ate my pussy in a way that would have thrilled any experienced lesbian. You made me cum again and then you did another strip tease for me. Unable to stop myself, I went down on you and kissed and licked your little "muffin" until you screamed and came. Oh, my darling Misty, how I love you! Remember how we lay there, planning our future. You didn't have much in the way of ideas but I told you that in a few minutes, we'd shower together, soaping each other's bodies, and that I wanted you to pee on me. You were quite surprised. I suppose that book didn't mention golden showers, and you giggled and said it would be fun and you'd be happy to try it. Then I showed you my double ended dildo which made your eyes go big. "Awesome!" you said. "Let's do it." But, I told you, first I want you to fist me. You didn't believe that your hand could fit up my cunt but I assured you it wouldn't hurt a bit and you'd be able to get half your arm inside me. You looked at me with awe. I took my vibrator from my bedside table and ran it up and down your muffin, finally inserting it and I made you cum. Oh, what a thrill to make an eleven year old angel have an orgasm. I told you that as time goes by, we'll do more and more "dirty" things to each other, and we'll write about them in our diaries and read them to each other. I can't wait to drink your pee right out of your darling little . . . oh, I can't write while you're sitting on my face! The end.