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A b*****rs Plan

... morning. He hadn’t gotten out of bed before 10:00 AM since he had been back home. It didn’t take long for me to settle in for a restless nights sl**p. I needed to read it all but also needed to do so when I knew I was alone. I awoke early the next morning, just as the sun was beginning to crest over the nearby mountain top. My curiosity urged me to quickly get up. It wasn’t long before I was browsing through my b*****r’s plan. To me it had become the plan of deception. As I read his thoughts I experienced feelings of guilt, passion, lust, and eroticism all topped off with disgust. I felt disgusted at what my b*****r described he would like to do to me. Perhaps it was this post that struck my disgusting nerve: “I watched her today. I think she may masturbate. The way she carries herself makes me think that she knows what it’s like to feel pleasure. The way she walks makes me believe she has never been with a man. I plan on watching her tonight while she sl**ps.” I wanted to kick him in the nuts. What a dick! So what if I masturbated? That was my own damn business! I had never felt so violated in all my life but I couldn’t put the feeling of passion past me. I had never known a guy to want me so badly. I had never known such a deeply curious secret admirer. It was the next entry which chased away my feelings of disgust and brought me right to thoughts of passion and love: “I masturbated thinking about her today. I thought about sitting with my legs spread apart and my back ...

... against my headboard. I thought about her hovering over me and slowly moving down towards my cock. Our eyes meet and we connect emotionally through our gaze as she connects with me physically. I want her so badly.” After I read this I could feel my body begin to heat up. I had considered my b*****r sexually before this but it wasn’t desirable. It was this entry in his journal of deceit that first gave me the desire. I considered the erotic situation with me coming down on his cock. I thought about gazing into his eyes just as he described. I felt my pussy become wet in an instant. I became so horny so quickly that it knocked me out of my own thoughts. What the hell was I thinking? I almost fantasized about the guy who has kept a sexual journal about me. The feeling of guilt was nearly overwhelming. Tears came to my eyes as I continued reading. I started running into posts that actually had thoughts of action instead of those of desire. My b*****r began writing how he would ensnare me in a sexual situation of which I could not escape. He detailed thoughts of blackmail by finding out personal secrets and using them against me. He portrayed thoughts of outright f***eful ****, but decided against them at the end of those entries. He wrote of exposing himself to me so he could gauge my reaction. He even described ways he could go about capturing images of me for his self-pleasuring purposes. I finally read an entry which showed his true feelings. He talked about his real desires. He ...