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Content Warning & Invitation:

Welcome to the Belton Priory Journals. All of the characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.

If you are easily shocked by stories of transgressive desire, this is not the place for you.

However, if you have Bohemian morals and a taste for the outrageous, if your pulse quickens at the thought of breaking rules and your body craves the thrill of the forbidden... then welcome. These journals have been waiting for a reader like you to discover.

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I was aching for her to touch me.

I had laid naked, spreadeagle on my bed all night long imagining how it would feel to be with Alison. I would be on my knees before her, slowly sliding her tiny lace panties inch by inch down her silky smooth thighs and legs to the floor. There, inches from my face,  her exquisite shaven pussy, oiled and glistening ready for me to taste. The replayed the scene, again and again.

My body was soaked in perspiration, my sheets damp and stained with the scent and juices of me, of my desperation for her, and my aching, empty pussy. Over and over, my fingers working my clit brought me to the edge. Each time there she was, in my head, Alison, using me for her own pleasure, and I was begging her again and again for more.

I moaned at the thought of how it would be when we were together. I wanted to cry out as I bucked against my fingers, wishing they were Alison's. Instead, I screamed into my pillow. If I let it out,  Mummy or Daddy would come rushing in to see what was wrong with their precious daughter, to discover her writhing, oblivious, as she rode her orgasm.

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On the third morning in my new job, the bus journey felt different, like a performance stage, where the fantasies from my night were still playing in my head. A riot of dreams I couldn't shake.

Alison was already waiting at the bus-stop, I drank her in with my eyes as I approached. Her summer dress barely covered anything, she told me she never wore more than necessary. When she smiled at me, her eyes lingering, my cheeks flushed. She told me later that my blush, the way this young girl swooned for her, made her more aroused than ever. I was burning up. The memory of my own fingers, working myself into a frenzy for her just hours before, made my own body clench in response.

We were alone on the top deck, our private lounge rattling through the country lanes. She sat next to me, her perfume a cloud of jasmine and something dark and mysterious which put me into a spin as I breathed her in. I could feel the heat from her body. My heart was pounding, I was frantic for any sign that she might want to do me.

Every stop we passed, getting closer to the edge of town where the suburban crowd would swarm the bus, made the atmosphere between more intense. We sat in silence, I was too high on her to exchange chatter. Just when the crushing thought that our attraction was all my imagination was about to envelope me, Alison touched me.  

 Her hand, which had been resting on the seat between us, drifted over. Her fingers gently brushed the back of my hand.

A thousand volts shot through me. I couldn't breathe. My entire world narrowed to that single, light touch. I wanted to scream out, 'just fuck me now Alison'—but of course I didn't. I just sat there, shaking, as her hand settled over mine, claiming me.

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Want to know what happens next? There is so much more. This is only the briefest taste of a world I was about to enter. The full journal entry, which explains more is here: The Belton Priory Journals: The First Morning.