Uniform Seduction

May 22nd, 1999

 

Dear diary; I know it has been awhile since I last wrote anything on you. Maybe months. But right now I do not know who else to turn to in order to share my lustful thoughts, some of which I never imagined I would have. While on my travels, near the end of them to be precise, I met a man of the army who made me feel warm inside and have sexual thoughts. He was working part-time on the bus stop, to help keep drug dealing in state frontiers at bay. He is part of a recent group of fresh Military Academy graduates, so he is a quite young man still, maybe 25 or 24. I do not know. What I know is that he is handsome as fuck and that I need to get to know him.

 

Last night I fingered myself thinking about him and what would he be able to do to my pussy if I were to let him get into bed with me. I can only imagine. I did gush a few times while thinking about that hot soldier, and yet I kept fingering myself and continued to imagine it was him who made me gush and was fucking me. I wish this could be true.

 

I attribute this high sex drive and lust due to the fact that I have not had a boyfriend in over 3 years. For a while I was fine, but when I laid my eyes on this hot soldier, it was as if my pussy was yelling for him. I have to go back to the frontier bus stop and meet the mysterious man, before he is relocated somewhere else and I am not able to see him again. I have to fuck him at least once before then!

 

May 27th, 1999

 

Dear diary; I went back to the terminal to see if I could find my man of steel but alas, I could not. I think I went there while the whole militar group was in break, so it was just my bad timing. The sergeant did ask what business I had with the guys, and I simply told him I had a question for one of the guys in line. I hope he does not think I am suspicious or anything, because I will surely be back soon.

 

Again, I fingered myself thinking about that handsome man fucking me. I was in the shower when I did, so I imagined him fucking me in the shower, holding me against the wall while the hot water dropped over my tits, as he pounded my ass until it was sore and red, then pulled my by my hair down to my knees so I could suck his cock then swallow the load. I really do wish I can get to do this with him soon.

 

I do sleep better at night if I masturbate thinking of him right before bed. I think I will have a dream about him one of these nights. I will be sure to write about it if it happens, but all I can wish for it to be is a hot, erotic dream. I really do wish that shows up in my subcon. Maybe I will even come while asleep.

 

May 29, 1999

 

I went back to the terminal in the frontier to introduce myself to my dream man, and even if he was there I could not talk to him. The sergeant told me the guys were in a shooting practice, because the open space in the frontier was good for shooting and they had installed a shooting range somewhere nearby. I was able to hear the loud shooting coming from somewhere, and then I was told they were nowhere near finishing, since they had to practice with different guns.

 

For how long will I have the need to please myself thinking about him? Could it be that I will never truly be able to meet him? I hope I get to, so everything I imagine will not stay just in my fantasies.

 

June 4th, 1999

 

I went back to the terminal. I think the sergeant is starting to think oddly of me for going so much. They had a private meeting so I was not able to talk to my dream hunk today either. However, I did catch a glimpse of him inside the building when I was leaving. It was good for my brain so I could refresh his image in my mind.

 

When I got home, of course, I fingered myself again thinking of him, now his face much more vivid in my head. This time I thought of him fucking me on a table, while avoiding his military responsibilities to be able to please me. He fucked my asshole while pinning me down on the table, his uniform still hanging on his body as he was not able or willing to remove it completely to fuck me, something which ended turning me on even more.

 

He then came over my abdomen just in time, because after we cleaned the sergeant walked into the room where we pretended to be talking. My imagination has been dancing and flying around ever since I met this man, and he makes me feel multiple things my head and pussy. I wish he could fuck me soon.

 

June 10th, 1999

 

I went back to the terminal and he was once again unreachable. He was not even there in the base, he was on a mission on a nearby state. That made me feel so bummed out that I went home and not even masturbated there.

 

Slowly, he was getting better and bigger missions and I could only imagine he was to leave soon. I really do need to go and try to catch up to him before he is gone again. I cannot really remember, but I think I had a wet dream about him last night. I do recall waking up in the morning and being wet.

 

June 12th, 1999.

 

I went back to the terminal just to find out they had already been relocated to another area in another state. I felt so dumb. I could have told the sergeant to leave my message to the man, so he would at least be more on the lookout for my next visit. But now, I have lost him and may never see him ever again.

Maybe it was meant to be this way and he should remain an image in my head that I finger my pussy while Imagining he is the one going deep into me. Even with this forced positive thinking, I wanted to meet my man of steel. I am sure he is more than a sex and killing machine.

Later that night, I fingered myself the longest, thinking about him fucking me like always. I think I really do need to get a boyfriend soon or something.