31 Days of Summers

Dear Diary

I wouldn't have said I had a major crush on Xander, just a small one. I mean if it was between him and Brad Pitt, it'd be Brad every time. But as there's no Hollywood hunks hanging round my room Xander's kinda cute. Especially when we were sitting in the lounge and he began to talk like a pirate - he's pretty funny as well and given that he really lost an eye to Mr Evil Priest to be able to make fun of it shows he's tough inside.

And speaking of inside all the time he was acting like a pirate and Faith was rolling her eyes and Kennedy was grinning and Buffy was telling us we if wanted to eat we needed to get washed up now cos it wouldn't stay hot for ever and why is she always the one who has to cook - well my insides were tingling. Especially my pussy hole as I imagined him as wicked Long John Silver (except with two legs) having his way with me as a captive.

Well, that was a fantasy that had me rubbing my pussy as I showered after dinner. And thinking that perhaps the fantasy should come true (or trueish, there was no way, dear diary that I was going to be able to magic up a desert isle and a parrot). I was able to magic myself naked into his bedroom, whilst everyone was out on patrol. Worse that could happen was Andrew would come home first and find me sitting naked on the desk; and I'd have sex with him again and do Xander the next night.

But it was Xander who was back first, his eyes bugging out when he switched on the light and there was me, nude with legs spread waiting for him. He said a few words, and I quieted his reservations by slipping down on my knees and working on his dick with my mouth. He's bigger than Andrew, near nine inches I guess; if I had a ruler I could have checked, but as I didn't I was estimating by how far I could get it in me. After a few minutes of using my mouth I got on his bed and spread my legs. He's quick undresser and was as naked as me, clambering on me like a pirate scrambling up the rigging and plunging down into my cunt like an anchor dropping into Davy Jones Locker. His boarding technique was more than ship shape and I didn't resist his cannoning, as he gave me broadside after broadside before flooding my inside with his seed, so much that it spewed over my bulkheads, leaking down between my thighs.

Then as a real pirate would he took me again and again; leaving me sated.

I only just made it back to room, almost bow-legged when I heard Buffy and Andrew return. I listened inside my door as Buffy called to Xander asking if he'd had a successful patrol. I didn't hear his reply, but Diary, if he hadn't I certainly had...