<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665395740279335797</id><updated>2011-09-21T10:16:07.586-07:00</updated><category term='sharing'/><category term='letters'/><title type='text'>ThE HuStLer DiaRieS</title><subtitle type='html'>EroTiC TaLeS told to entertain, maybe to enlighten some, exchange of wonderful experiences with the fairer sex and well, glorying the MosT WonDerFuL of aLL HuMaN Experiences</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665395740279335797/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sleekblackmercedes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnEQNN_okaY/Sj0piRudBYI/AAAAAAAAD9k/AxCim3OdCP8/S220/sbm.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665395740279335797.post-5863580930045943487</id><published>2011-06-25T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T18:47:54.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old  Flames</title><content type='html'>What do you about old flames? Not exactly old but in the mid thirties lady with whom you have kinda broken off with but she still wants to fuck you but still flirting with you. She wants to fuck you but she wants you to beg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact is I have got pussy; correct me - I got pussies to look and fuck at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I am jaded and kinda apathized where pussy is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to hang out with middle aged types but since Steven brought to me this place with all the great young teens (above 16) and very early twenties, I kinda lost interest in middle aged chicks. Nothing like young girls that make the guy feel oh-so-young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure I love fucking but I love the feeling of being pampered by some young lovely leggy chick. Damn fucking ego boost. Not that I don't like fucking middle aged chicks. Just that they think too much, too much criteria and where is this going to, etc, etc. Who da fuck needs that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so this woman is keeping the messaging me. She likes my cock, she likes cumming multiple Os and screaming her fucking lungs out. She likes the way I fuck her brains out. So end of the day, she wants me to fuck her but she wants me to beg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What da fuck??? Best fuck of her life, so she says but she wants me to beg? And I just had a great fuck yesterday. Fucked her silly and gave her multiple Os and she massaged me as a thank you gift  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665395740279335797-5863580930045943487?l=thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5863580930045943487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/2011/06/old-flames.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665395740279335797/posts/default/5863580930045943487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665395740279335797/posts/default/5863580930045943487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/2011/06/old-flames.html' title='Old  Flames'/><author><name>Sleekblackmercedes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnEQNN_okaY/Sj0piRudBYI/AAAAAAAAD9k/AxCim3OdCP8/S220/sbm.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665395740279335797.post-3431152938255348271</id><published>2011-06-24T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T11:40:16.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Californication</title><content type='html'>I kind of identify with Hank Moody, the main character in Californication; he's a writer,he drinks, he fucks and sometimes his life seems fucked up. Life used to be like that for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was stood up by my pal at this pub. There's a bunch of young girls singing in their 20s early twenties mind u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drinking, she came up and chatted with me. She kissed me. Man, in my half drunk state, even then it felt great, she kissed on the lips. Then the second time, she slipped her tongue inside mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt so fucking good. A 23 year old girl kissing me for god nows what reasons and I let her kiss me and hug me. She is so fucking young and so fucking beautiful and she is kissing me. She is so damn gorgeous that I want to fucking sigh man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn beautiful. I just think that maybe I just wanna enjoy the flirting and maybe I just won't fuck her. I just enjoy the time together. hell, she is so fucking hot, I just want to enjoy the chemistry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I for fucking real? Yrs, I am. I fucked so many girls, I forgot who they are or what their names are. I just wanna enjoy some fucking romance...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665395740279335797-3431152938255348271?l=thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3431152938255348271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/2011/06/californication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665395740279335797/posts/default/3431152938255348271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665395740279335797/posts/default/3431152938255348271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/2011/06/californication.html' title='Californication'/><author><name>Sleekblackmercedes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnEQNN_okaY/Sj0piRudBYI/AAAAAAAAD9k/AxCim3OdCP8/S220/sbm.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665395740279335797.post-2315312912223914585</id><published>2010-12-25T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T00:46:07.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>Past glory</title><content type='html'>A woman's beauty is like a season. She is beautiful for a very short while. 10years, 20years and it fades. It fades oh-so-fast. I remember her in her glory days, I look at her and my heart is stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the years pass by and she is older, her skin is not so radiant and her hair is not so lustrous now. She is older and she is fading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am older too, I am fading but when I look at her, she has faded more than me. It sometimes will hurt to see how much she has faded. How much her beauty has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall the times when we made love, the moans she uttered and the trembling body of hers that I cradled after the throes of her orgasm. The many wonderful conversations we shared and the hours that slipped by when we held each other tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon rain, I held her and kissed her, my fingers caressing her lovely breasts, her naked exposed butt and the warmth between her legs. Can you imagine the wonder of it all. I can recall all of this so well. Her sleepy look as she sleeps after I have fucked her silly and given her 5 orgasms... 5 mind blowing orgasms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she lies there spent, her body nude and exposed wantonly... as I watch in the evening by the window as the rains fall in sheets outside the 5 star hotel room..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665395740279335797-2315312912223914585?l=thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2315312912223914585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/past-glory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665395740279335797/posts/default/2315312912223914585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665395740279335797/posts/default/2315312912223914585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/past-glory.html' title='Past glory'/><author><name>Sleekblackmercedes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnEQNN_okaY/Sj0piRudBYI/AAAAAAAAD9k/AxCim3OdCP8/S220/sbm.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665395740279335797.post-1222414570289058227</id><published>2010-12-25T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T00:37:57.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>Women...o h lala</title><content type='html'>I like Whitney Houston's songs and because of that, I like her. She has aged alot since the time when I was in my 20s. In my years now, coming up to 50s, I can feel the age of life catching up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the slow languorous way in which she sings. I like her high pitched voice. Her songs are inspiring and her voice is angelic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall some of my gfs, some of them were really beautiful, some of them were really warm. We had such wonderful times, we fucked, we laughed and we fought. Truly, my life has been enriched by these women. They have made me what I am now. Women, they make our lives miserable but they brighten our lives too. What would I be without all the women I have known and mind you, fucked their brains out, mine as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed fucking women, I have enjoyed many a romantic candlelight dinner with them, holding them, kissing them, caressing them and tasting their sweet juicy pussy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was born lucky, I tasted so much sweet pussy. Probably my monk sifu may not agree but I have enjoyed it. I am now letting go off pussy, I will write about it but I have decided to let go. Sometimes I will write in reminisce but other times I will enjoy my new life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hunter has hung up his bow and arrows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665395740279335797-1222414570289058227?l=thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1222414570289058227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/womeno-h-lala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665395740279335797/posts/default/1222414570289058227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665395740279335797/posts/default/1222414570289058227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/womeno-h-lala.html' title='Women...o h lala'/><author><name>Sleekblackmercedes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnEQNN_okaY/Sj0piRudBYI/AAAAAAAAD9k/AxCim3OdCP8/S220/sbm.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665395740279335797.post-6568080771512788604</id><published>2010-12-25T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T00:30:03.401-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>Looking back into the Past</title><content type='html'>I was born a good looking boy, well encouraged by the love of my parents and my relatives, I grew strong and I lost my way in my teens. I was good looking and the girls came to me easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Whitney Houston, some of her old songs strike a chord in me. When we are young, we are wild and restless. Yes, we fuck, we laugh and we enjoy getting sloshed but as the years go by, you realise something; it can't last forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seeking the spiritual way now, sex is still a pleasure for me but it is not the ultimate pleasure now. It's a part of life, not "the" part of my life. I desire not to be the God of Sex but I desire a life of peace and contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still give my women 10 orgasms when we fuck but the joy of fucking has waned but instead the joy of giving them warmth and massaging them with love in the afterglow gives me so much more. It's not the act of penetrating and thrusting in their pussies but the gift of pleasure and warmth which I bequeath to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am older, I feel my age, thanks be to God, I still have my hair and my looks. I have grown slimmer lately, doubtless with the stress of work and all, I have lost weight and also cut down on my eating... Life is simpler for me now, yes its alot simpler. Life is good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine it? The Hustler saying that sex isn't everything and there is more out there, like peace and contentment... And having a nice fart after a nice meal :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665395740279335797-6568080771512788604?l=thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6568080771512788604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/looking-back-into-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665395740279335797/posts/default/6568080771512788604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665395740279335797/posts/default/6568080771512788604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/12/looking-back-into-past.html' title='Looking back into the Past'/><author><name>Sleekblackmercedes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnEQNN_okaY/Sj0piRudBYI/AAAAAAAAD9k/AxCim3OdCP8/S220/sbm.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665395740279335797.post-6526475017057727450</id><published>2010-11-21T05:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T05:59:54.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Love Letters - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Dear Millie,&lt;br /&gt;After reading your email, I felt so horny, I just had to release. I am looking forward to our next meeting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we'll go and park and some deserted place. Please wear a skirt, I will pull off your panties. You bend over and stick your sexy butt out of the passenger door, kneeling over the passenger seat and I thrust inside your wet juicy pussy ya. I want to fill you baby, fill you with my hard throbbing cock. I am hard for you baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just imagine standing outside the car and thrusting inside you. Unzipping my pants, I pull my cock out and rub my cock head against your juicy wet pussy lips, dripping with juice. I grip your hips and thrust all the way inside of you. So nice, it feels like gliding inside you. I can feel you squeeze me with your pussy, its so tight baby, I can feel my cockhead being twisted like a screwdriver inside your tight sweet juicy cunt baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fuck you harder as you moan, Fuck me harder. fuck me, gimme your hard cockkkkkk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, soon I will fill your tight hole with my bulging cock baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665395740279335797-6526475017057727450?l=thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6526475017057727450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-letters-part-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665395740279335797/posts/default/6526475017057727450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665395740279335797/posts/default/6526475017057727450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-letters-part-2.html' title='Love Letters - Part 2'/><author><name>Sleekblackmercedes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnEQNN_okaY/Sj0piRudBYI/AAAAAAAAD9k/AxCim3OdCP8/S220/sbm.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665395740279335797.post-8408363830902357000</id><published>2010-11-21T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T05:46:35.218-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Millie's letters - Part 2</title><content type='html'>My hand is holding your dick tight my tongue is circling the head &amp; I feel juice is coming out you really enjoying this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tongue is moving around the length down to your balls, suddenly gave you a shock when I suck your whole ball inside my mouth start playing with my tongue, while my hand still stroking your big hard dick, you feel so good &amp; begging baby give me more baby... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time your hand is on my pussy feeling my wet teasing my pussy lips &amp; outside vagina, you made me crazy by doing that Malcolm I really love it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now closed to each other you gently kissing my nipples sucking my breasts, while fingers are oredi inside me &amp; driving me crazy, I begging you Malcolm go inside me please I want you badly, please .. You pull me over to ride on you..emm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so good to feel you inside me you are big &amp; so hard, I shaking shaking driving both of us crazy.. Both of us are high now, we both scream for good your both hands are on my breasts squeezing hard when I shaking riding you very fast &amp; hard. I pumping you slow..hard..slow..hard.. to make you feel deep inside my pussy. We both enjoying well screaming loud.. At this moment my pussy is flooded you had oredi felt in, I pull out &amp; let my wet juicy pussy rubbing whole length of your dick. My juice is like lubricant rubbing your hot hard cock, do you like this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want something better more exciting we move to back seat. You pushed me to the seat open my leg wide licking my pussy, this really tough to describe in words this kind of feel sometimes unbearable.. I moan loud now begging you stroke me now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm hurry I need you badly I beg you, you lift my legs in the air my foot is touching car roof to make you stroke me deeply, you really pump me hard this time, you pump slow slow then hard repeatedly pumping in me, you are squeezing my breasts very hard now while pumping hard in me, knowing you are coming soon, I hug you very tightly my both hands are on your butt when you still pumping me, we are about to come now we both moan loud to climax together.. Tat was really good to have this feel when coming Malcolm, I enjoying so much with you i want you badly Malcolm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you&lt;br /&gt;Millie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665395740279335797-8408363830902357000?l=thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8408363830902357000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/millies-letters-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665395740279335797/posts/default/8408363830902357000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665395740279335797/posts/default/8408363830902357000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/millies-letters-part-2.html' title='Millie&apos;s letters - Part 2'/><author><name>Sleekblackmercedes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnEQNN_okaY/Sj0piRudBYI/AAAAAAAAD9k/AxCim3OdCP8/S220/sbm.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665395740279335797.post-8761923152069222299</id><published>2010-11-20T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T17:33:58.277-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Millie's letters - Part 1</title><content type='html'>An excerpt of her letters to me (unedited) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Malcolm,&lt;br /&gt;I imaging you are doing homework in reading room at home &amp;amp; I couldn't go bed cos of thinking of you. I went to reading room to arouse you.. I'm standing behind you :) ; watching you working on computer, i whisper at your ear gently kissing you ear..neck while my hands are moving around your chest.. My body is getting closer :) ; you can feel my breasts now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kissing me now :) ; my left hand is stilling touching your chest :) ; nipple :) ; my right hand has gone down to curl your dick, hmm I can feel your dick getting harder :) ; big, I like your big dick Malcolm .. I kneel down to kiss your dick :) ; play with it, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see you are enjoying my play... Now my mouth is stroking your dick :) ; you moan very loud.. The faster my mouth stroke your dick, more louder you moan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't the itch; wanna put you inside me, I have very strong urge; hunger for your dick.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm, I want you badly, I can feel your dick is big; hard like a hot rod stroking inside me I feel full inside..I can't hold it anymore I want you Malcolm. I want you please, I increase the speed riding on you, we both moan loud, I riding very hard; I scream scream o I feel so good when riding on you.. You pushing me on bed; you start taking control on me, you lift my legs in the air; stroke me hard.. I start screaming; screaming Malcolm I want you please Malcolm I want you, you pushing deeply and my legs are laying on your shoulder; you really work me deeply; hardly till I beg you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can keep you energetic this Sun:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Millie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665395740279335797-8761923152069222299?l=thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8761923152069222299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/millies-letters-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665395740279335797/posts/default/8761923152069222299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665395740279335797/posts/default/8761923152069222299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/millies-letters-part-1.html' title='Millie&apos;s letters - Part 1'/><author><name>Sleekblackmercedes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnEQNN_okaY/Sj0piRudBYI/AAAAAAAAD9k/AxCim3OdCP8/S220/sbm.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665395740279335797.post-8092499610295414534</id><published>2010-11-20T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T17:34:48.097-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Love letters - Part 1</title><content type='html'>Hi Millie,&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed reading about your fantasy about me and I had to masturbate twice. It was very fulfilling knowing the woman I love (YOU) has such fantasies of me. I dream of you alot. And in some of my dreams we kiss, hug and we make love passionately. It's a wonderful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a rainbow after the storm for me&lt;br /&gt;When we make love for the first time&lt;br /&gt;It's like thunder and lightning for us&lt;br /&gt;All that pent up passion and hunger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning all our juices, boiling inside&lt;br /&gt;When we both come together, ecstacy&lt;br /&gt;Our souls are joined and united in love&lt;br /&gt;As I come into you and you shudder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give you happiness for life&lt;br /&gt;Share with you the burden of life&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy with you the success in life&lt;br /&gt;Sharing smiles and laughter with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I make you happy and contented always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fantasy of you goes like this... We have coffee after dinner and I drive you around Singapore, We hold hands in the car. It's a wonderful feeling and it's amazing how our sharing and conversations turn out. I can feel the chemistry between us. I want to touch you more but I am concerned of scaring you or moving too fast. I just decided to stay put and just hold hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking onto the road, we talk and I was distracted by a car speeding by. Suddenly I feel your hand caressing my left thigh. It feels so exciting, my heart skips a beat. You move your fingers along my thigh, it's so exciting and you caress me. It feel so good. Then I feel your finger encircle my cock, you grasp it urgently. My breath stops awhile. I am breathless. I feel you unzip me. I am not wearing any underwear underneath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cock already hardened and stiff, it sprang out like a rigid steed torpedo. In your hands, my cock throbs unbearably. I wonder what next baby...what will you do to me next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise... you push your head down and start to lick my cock. At the head and at the base at the bottom of the head where my nerves are most sensitive. It's driving me crazy and I struggle hard to control the car. I think this is worse than drunk driving. I look around. My eyes scout around for a quiet place. I am driving in the suburbs, housing estates, I find a quiet spot under a huge banyan tree, it is quiet and dark. You are doing indescribable things to me, it feels like heaven, it feels like hell. What the fuck? It's like being tortured slowly, being burned alive and my cock is like on fire....grilled by our passion, by your tongue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your head starts to bob up and down...I feel your lips along the length of my cock... my thick cock, all 6.1 inches and 2.5 inches thick... feels so good baby...being sucked, being licked and being tortured all at once... And sitting in the car, my Volkswagen Scirocco, I just close my eyes, I just let you do what you want with me.. I am helpless in your mouth...you drive me both to heaven and to hell but I won't budge an inch from you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665395740279335797-8092499610295414534?l=thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8092499610295414534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-letters-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665395740279335797/posts/default/8092499610295414534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665395740279335797/posts/default/8092499610295414534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-letters-part-1.html' title='Love letters - Part 1'/><author><name>Sleekblackmercedes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnEQNN_okaY/Sj0piRudBYI/AAAAAAAAD9k/AxCim3OdCP8/S220/sbm.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-665395740279335797.post-6495262057048378260</id><published>2010-10-30T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T06:55:54.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex, it's all about sex</title><content type='html'>Actually, I have deleted this blog, re-opened it, re-written it and now here I am, about to re-write again and again. Sex will always be my interest, medicine, my comfort in this life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's natural, it's life giving and it's so much pleasure and it's really about connecting with another person. It's about giving pleasure and receiving pleasure. Actually, getting sex is just about making the girl comfortable, making her feel nice and then when she is ready, her legs will spread open and you'd get a real good fuck especially if she likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, back, writing about sex again, my experiences, other people's experiences and well, just getting my rocks off. After all, sex is just sex, a pleasurable activity and expression of passion with someone, in some ways, I find it so addictive and I find it so satisfying that I can't help but write about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had lots of great sex and with lots of women...it's my passion. My passion is to fuck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/665395740279335797-6495262057048378260?l=thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6495262057048378260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/sex-its-all-about-sex.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665395740279335797/posts/default/6495262057048378260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/665395740279335797/posts/default/6495262057048378260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehustlerdiaries.blogspot.com/2010/10/sex-its-all-about-sex.html' title='Sex, it&apos;s all about sex'/><author><name>Sleekblackmercedes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnEQNN_okaY/Sj0piRudBYI/AAAAAAAAD9k/AxCim3OdCP8/S220/sbm.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
