I, Arielle: My Sex Diary

I started this diary for two reasons, first being it is some sort of therapy. I need a stress reliever and I need to get rid of my shyness. Writing down my stories feels like a detoxification cure, like everything bad leaves the body, and then I feel much better. Moreover, since I have to maintain it regularly, it feels like working anyway, so I don’t feel like I’m wasting my time. If you don’t already have your own sex diary, you should. If we feel like we have nothing to say, isn’t it that we should improve your sex life so it becomes at least worth telling? That’s the idea.

The other reason comes from my frustration at reading erotica, both fact and fiction. I feel like the vast majority of them are poorly written. It’s especially saddening that real stories be purely descriptive. I almost never see one where the author describes how he or she felt, only what she did. What’s more, most stories are very short and don’t go into details. I want to set an example I hope others will follow.

My boss forced me to take at least four weeks of vacation among those I accumulated since I work there. I’m taking the last two weeks of May and the first two of June. I’ve been planning a trip around Europe for a while. I wanted to have sex in the Alps since I was a teen. The opportunity was too good; I had to ask Eric about it. At first he didn’t know what to say. I mean, it was quite sudden, and we barely know each other after all. But I succeeded at convincing him to try to free himself for at least two weeks, that would coincide with my own vacation. It took him a while and some fighting (I thought he wouldn’t succeed), but he got three weeks! So we’ll both visit Rome, Milan and Munich together! Finally, I can fulfill all my fantasies. I’ve already made a list of every place I wanted to have sex with him, and there is quite a few. I even plan on bringing back some graphic souvenirs, although you won’t have any, my dear readers. ;-P

He says he’s seen all these places already but only on short business trips. He’s never taken the time to visit them. He spends his whole life on the go. I can’t wait for him to come back so we can spend some time together. I’m getting sick of just talking to him on the phone, and even phone sex isn’t nearly as great as real sex.

I want to buy a laptop and a webcam, something I can carry around and high-quality shoot video anywhere on the push of a button, but I’m totally clueless when it comes to computers. Any suggestions? Thank you in advance.

By the way, I would like to thank my friend Melissa for helping me run this journal. Without her, there would be no journal to start with, let alone readers and such. Like the diary’s new look? That’s her too. She’s incredible with a keyboard and a mouse; I’m such a moron compared to her. She says she owes me for life after I made her a favor one evening we were drunk and watching porn movies. But that’s another story, deserving its own post. Later. I swore to her I would tell it, and then she’ll owe me for another life. Go figure.

I’ve (Melissa) recently put web counters on the page. I’m astonished that so many people read me. I mean hundreds, and only in a couple months! I’m almost embarassed. I thought no one would care, especially since there are so few comments. I do read and love your comments by the way.

I recently realized this diary is quickly turning into an erotic novel. It’s already close to 20′000 words! At this rate, it will reach 50′000 words before summer. Perhaps I should publish it by then.

Would you readers care if I posted some fiction here (clearly marked, of course) along with diaries entries? It’s up to you.

Work, work and more work. Then courses, studies, errands, whatever. I hardly have five minutes for myself. Half of these posts I typed on my PDA during courses, keyboard on my lap. I need to take a break. I know, I say that all the time and it never happens. I only manage to scavenge a few hours here and there and I spend most of them having sex. Speaking of work, I haven’t dared masturbating at the office since the latest incident and it’s killing me. I don’t think I can take it much longer. I’m seriously looking for a safe way to get off at the workplace… oh, and at the university too. But I’m scared like hell of getting caught!