This is the third installment of Chloe Wilson's Diaries. Previously, she lost her virginity in the back of a car at the park. This time she finds herself at a party at a local pub. What will she get up...
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This is the second installment of Chloe Wilson's Diaries. After a close encounter with Dave at the house party in part one, Chloe meets him again in the park. This time things go a bit further. Listen as she recounts...
“Here will work just fine,” Eduardo pointlessly shouted to Felicity, over the deafening howl of the wind. His face was covered with a scarf, snood and goggles, which made it impossible to see what he was saying. His muffled words...
The Diaries of Chloe Wilson
"Listen to Chloe's Diaries"
After going through some tough times, seventeen year old, Chloe Wilson, was encouraged by her therapist to record her diaries on tape. It was a way to try and get her to open up and talk out loud about her feelings,...
My hands scrambled in a fruitless attempt to hold onto his muscular, slippery flesh. We were both coated in a thin layer of sweat, caused by our rhythmic coitus dance; bodies entwined together, sharing the mutual pleasure of fornication. My...
They say the eyes are the windows to our souls and if that’s the case he could see straight into the very depths of mine. I was rooted to the spot; unable to stop what I knew shouldn’t be happening,...
Arnoldo’s Restaurant - Wednesday 23rd, 9.30p.m There was something so intensely erotic about that night. In all my years in the restaurant business I’d never felt anything like it. It was surprising, not only that it was a Wednesday and...
I’d waited so long because I knew it was the last time. We were in the special place I had created. The sea lapped against the shore and the sun was setting on the horizon. It was casting beautiful warm...
My phone rang. My heart pounded like the fast beats of my ringtone, which would have been playing had it not been on silent. I answered the call, “Hello.” “Where is he?” his deep strong voice said. “I can see...
There’d been pacing, self-doubt, and the usual butterflies in her stomach. She had painted on her bright, fiery red lipstick, applying the last of her mask that was Miss Carmine. She regarded herself in the mirror. The new club owner...