Journal

Journal
Literary Erotica
by Lord Malinov

“Hey, you up here?”

“In here.”

“Found a book?”

“A bunch of them.”

“What room is this?”

“My grandfather’s bedroom is my guess.”

“They had their own bedrooms?”

“And a third one, between the two, for conjugals, I guess.”

“Yuck, those were your grandparents.”

“I never knew them. Never even met them.”

“That’s wild.”

“Know what this is? Bedside reading. Dirty books.”

“No shit?”

“My grandfather has all the classics of pornographic writings. Romance of Lust, The Pearl, My Life, Sade, Sacher-Masoch, Laclos, all the greats.

“So, gramps was a dirty old man.”

“Probably when he was young, too. I do remember my mother referring to him as a filthy pervert.”

“Strong language for a daughter-in-law.”

“But here’s the best part: His journals.”

“He kept a diary?”

“A sex diary. The Erotic Life of a Filthy Pervert.”

“Read some.”

“Okay. January 22. Missed Call.”

“It doesn’t say that.”

“No, my mistake. Met Sally at the shed by the field. Such a randy lass with a plump little ass. I made her squeal so loud with pleasure that the neighbors grew curious and started searching. We had to make our escape by running along the creek until we reached the road. Sally looked so hot, running through the woods in her underwear, I managed to stuff my cock in her again on the bus stop bench. I covered her mouth when she came so the squeals wouldn’t start the pursuit over again.”

“Wow, that’s fucking hot.”

“How about this: Diedre reached into my pants and pulled out my dick. I looked around but it didn’t seem like anyone could see us. She bent over, just below the bushes and started sucking me. People were walking by, just a few yards away but they couldn’t see her in my lap, so I just tried to keep calm and give her the load she demanded as quickly as I could. When I finally finished, she sat up with jism on her lips. I was tucking my cock away and she was licking her lips when people crossed over and walked in front of us. I don’t know if anyone saw us.”

“Jesus, I’m losing it here. Do you see how wet my pussy is?”

“They say Grandpa had a way with the ladies.”

“Put that book down and fuck me. We’ll read more later.”

 

 

About Lord Malinov

Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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