Category Mandy’s Diary

Doin’ It Doggy Style (Mandy Diary Entry 7)


Dear Diary,

I think my pussy got attacked by a Rottweiler.

Not like I tried to burglarize a house and was halfway over the perimeter fence when someone yelled, “Sick her!”

No, it’s not that exciting. And it’s hard to climb fences in heels.  

His name was Sergio, a big, handsome, but slightly hairy Russian guy. I met him at a fast food drive-thru, when he paid for my food. First, he blocked my car in so he could deliver it himself.

Cute right?

Turned out that way. At first I was just pissed because I was hungry and I was really in the mood for some curly fries and some douchebag wouldn’t move his car. Boy did I feel bad after.

So we went out three times and he was a perfect gentleman. He brought me flowers to my door and dressed the part of a man trying to court a woman...

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Pussy Bumper (Mandy Diary Entry 6)


Dear Diary,

My pussy was nudged the other day.

Wait, let me explain. Not nudged as in, “Excuse me, Miss, I didn’t mean to bump into your pussy. I was just trying to reach the gum” at the supermarket.

Now that I think about it that would be pretty funny. I’d probably have to be doing a handstand for that to happen though, right?

So how did it get nudged? I’ll tell you all about it.

You remember my friend Jill? The indie porn start who likes to fuck for the camera with big muscular guys? Her. Well, she won a contest at a restaurant the other day. Apparently the burger joint had teamed up with a spa and the winner got free lunch plus a couple’s massage.

Wait, side note. You know me...

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Gettin’ Frisky in the Dark (Mandy Diary Entry 5)


Dear Diary,

I jacked off the wrong guy the other night.

Wait, don’t be so judgmental. It can totally happen. Let me explain how it went down.

First, I haven’t been fucked in a couple of months. If you’ve read any of my stories you know that that doesn’t sit well with me. This is going to sound really crude but you’re my diary so I can say whatever’s on my mind, right? I mean, it’s not like anyone’s gonna read it.

Well, my pussy is starting to become like the Venus flytrap in Little Shop of Horrors. After a couple of weeks (usually even sooner) it starts to cry, “Feed me Seymour!”



And I haven’t fed it in a while so it’s getting antsy. Hey I’m sorry but I’m a modern woman and I’m achin’ for some bacon.

The last douchebag I went out with didn’t exac...

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A Kitty Lickin’ Holiday (Mandy Diary Entry 4)


Dear Diary,

I’m officially naming August 9th National (and International) Pussy Eating Day.

Sorry if you find me vulgar but if you’ve read any of my diary entries or any of my books then you already know that I’m a modern woman: a curvaceous, mind-speaking, sex-loving, independent woman.

So I’m going to say what needs to be said.

Blowjob holidays are all around us.

Get your mind out of the gutter (Image courtesy of stockimages at

Get your mind out of the gutter (Image courtesy of stockimages at

Valentine’s Day? We get something nice and then we suck his dick.

Birthdays? Come on, we have to go down on that special day of the year.

Halloween? Tell me you haven’t been the sexy nurse or the sexy maid or the sexy playboy bunny.

Every fucking costume in the store is designed to make us the do-gooder! Even a sexy witch is bou...

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Welcome to America (Mandy Diary Entry 3)


A hot guy I’ve never met made me so fucking wet today.


I was drenched.

First, before I get to my story, let me just say that I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to write. I had this AMAZING trip to Cancun.


Wow. Valentino fucked me like I haven’t been fucked since Braden. But that’s not what I’m going to talk about today. If you want to read all about that trip to Mexico, click HERE to check out my second tale, Margaritas by Moonlight.

So back to this guy who had me soaking wet. Here’s how it went down. I went to the pool in my apartment complex. I was alone. Susie and Vince were fucking in Susie’s room. The usual. She’s been warming up to Vince’s “going in the backdoor” fantasies.

If you remember from my Kinky Carnival Games story, she wasn’t to...

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One Night Stands…Doing It Like a Dude (Mandy Diary entry 2)


Dear Diary,

A homeless man flashed his balls at me today.

Strange, I know.

I wish I could say he was one of those street performers, juggling, showing me his multicolored juggling balls.

But, no, I’m talking ball sack.

Not these kind of balls.

Not these kind of balls.

Let me explain how it went down so I can get to a point that’s been kind of bugging me.

I was in my car, stuck at a red light, and this guy—we’ll call him Burt (don’t know why but he’s always looked like a Burt to me)—was in the street median. He wasn’t holding a sign. He wasn’t begging for money. He was just kind of hanging out.

I felt bad for him. I think he’s a war vet and those guys really deserve our respect and our help as much as possible.

So I dug in my purse, fished out a five-dollar bill, and honked my horn.

And he didn...

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A Valentine’s Day Pisser (Mandy Diary entry 1)


Dear Diary,

It’s Valentine’s Day and a guy peed on me.

Gross, I know.

Not the kind of gift a girl expects on this day. Flowers would’ve been much more appreciated.

I should explain that I don’t mean he peed on me as in he was into sexual water sports, whipped out his cock, and showered me with icky love. Somehow, as crazy as this sounds, I think I’d prefer to be pissed on in that way.

Let me make this clear from the start though…I don’t like to be pissed on in any way.

Just saying. If it were intentional and was meant to spice up a dull night, that would make more sense.

So how did I get urinated on?

I should actually back up and set this up right.

Happy Valentine's Day! (Image courtesy of marcolm at

Happy Valentine’s Day! (Image courtesy of marcolm at

Here’s a better way to start. I’ve changed...

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