by Daria Sparks
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Here’s an excerpt from one of Daria’s books:
A Canadian Virgin
By Daria Sparks
I will always remember the feeling of Sean’s cock when it entered me that first time. He fucked me and I liked it. Say what you will about making love verses fucking, that night taught me that I liked being fucked. We were overlooking the Atlantic Ocean in St. Martin in the Caribbean on a hot summer evening under the stars. There was a gentle evening breeze and a salty taste to the air when I first had a cock inside of me. I may not always remember the taste of the air and the feel of the breeze on my face, but I will always remember his cock fucking me that first time.
His cock sliding into my waiting pussy was painful, scary, thrilling and hot. It felt so hot inside of me, moving in and out. It hurt but excited me. Thrilled me and made me wonder why I had waited so long. It filled me and I knew why I had waited so long. I had waited because I wanted my first time to be just like it was; hot, sexy, sweaty, and something I will always remember.
The whole experience was better than I hoped for. When Sean went down on me I thought my ears would burn off from all the heat I felt inside. He knew where to kiss, lick and nibble on me. I didn’t even know where he should do that, so I was glad, no thrilled, that he knew what to do. It was so different than the few boys I’d let slip a finger inside of me, so different.
I didn’t feel older but I knew that I was. His cock was so much bigger than their fingers, yet felt natural in there, whereas the boys’ fingers had felt alien. His cock filled me up, their fingers poked and prodded. The younger boys only doing it so they could tell their friends they’d fingered a girl, though at the time I thought they liked me and we would, I don’t know, do what we were doing and more I guess. I wasn’t going to marry any of them, but I also wasn’t going to throw away my virginity on just any boy.
Suddenly Sean’s thumb was pressing on my clitoris, it was directly on my button and another surge of energy shot through me. Then another of his fingers started working its way up and down my pussy, slowly, the pace speeding up then slowing down. Shit. Good. Rubbing me confidently in places that I hadn’t discovered yet.
My pussy wanted him and I didn’t know anything about him. But I was going to reach a point where it would be impossible for me to stop. I didn’t know what to do, but stopping didn’t seem right. It felt really good, and from everything I’d to read about a girl’s first adventures with sex, finding a talented partner was not the normal course of things. I wanted to experience sex right, and that night I did.
Then he pulled our lips apart, sat back, and had me sit on his lap, facing him. We kissed some more, slow and sweet. You could hear people laughing in the background but far away, they didn’t know what we were doing.
“Remember, say Poodle if you don’t like something, okay?” he asked.
“Yes, but no, no Poodle, Sean. I want you,” I said gushing it out.
Then he grabbed my ass in both hands, lifted me up, and guided me onto the head of his cock. He continued to hold me up, wow, he was strong. I could see the muscles of his chest fully engaged and the fact that he was holding me up made it even hotter.
Then he let me drop down a little ways onto his cock until he couldn’t move further inside of me. This was the final time to stop if I was going to stop. I was not going to stop.
Here’s how I lost my virginity and why I will always remember it.
I’ve never been the most beautiful girl in a crowded room. I am in good shape, skinny even, and I have boobs. I have small boobs, but I do have boobs. I’m kind of geeky. My hair is light brown and falls below my shoulders, and I show off skin whenever I can without hanging out of my clothes. I look taller than my 5’6” body deserves and dated some really nice boys all through high school and into my freshman year at University, boys who understood the word no, and I used that word a lot. Looking back, they were boring boys. I read a lot about sex, most everything I could read. I just never did it until that night in St. Martin.
It hurt, my first time with Sean, but it also felt good to do it. I was 20 and just losing my virginity, but this was at least as good as I’d dreamed it would be. I was relieved but also excited. Excited because now I could pursue cock, knowing what I wanted rather than just laying back and taking what a boy would give me.
I know, I know, how is it possible that I was 20, attending university, and still a virgin? Simple. I was more into studying and getting a scholarship to university than paying attention to my own romantic future. Which is what caused me to hold on to my virginity for so long.
Here’s another book by Daria Sparks you will love:
Daria’s Sexy College Diary: Naked Photos
By Daria Sparks
“I want you to take some pictures of me,” said Crystal as she walked back into the room wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her hair. She’d just showered, her skin was glowing and drops of water caught the sunlight. We’d been roommates for a month now and I was getting used to the fact that she was naked anytime she was in our dorm room.
Crystal is a skinny 5’10” tall blond with a sweet face. She has this beautiful quality that attracts all kinds of men and women. Crystal is really smart and intimidates a lot of the guys at school. She is a physical therapy major and by any estimation she is brilliant. She is acing anatomy and physiology while carrying a full load of classes. She also likes women, a lot as it turns out.
“Sure, you need photos for your passport?” I asked.
“Naked photos, for me,” she said.
I sucked in a breath and smiled. “Sure,” I said. I am learning to say yes more often.
She pulled the towel off her head and dropped it in the basket. Then she took some tiny shorts out of her dresser. She stepped into them, as usual not wearing underwear. “I’ve seen you watching me when I masturbate and I know it turns you on. So you’re the perfect photographer to take some sexy naked photos of me.” She was always direct which scared off even more people.
I felt my face flush as her eyes looked into mine, a smile creasing her lips. “You do it so much,” I finally said. “I admire your stamina.”
“I have a new crush and I think about her all the time,” she said.
My heart jumped into my throat as I wondered who she might be talking about. Crystal was very open about her sexuality. She frequently brought a classmate to the room to make out. She was a sexual animal and very open about it. After losing my virginity in St. Martin I had been more outgoing about pursuing boys, so it was interesting and confusing to be around someone who was in full pursuit of sex with women just as I was learning to fuck boys. Crystal had arrived at college wanting to explore her sexuality and one date with the right senior had focused her sexual radar on women more than men.
“I’m, I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would mind,” I said.
She laughed and smiled. “I love it,” she said, “since it’s you.” I felt my face flush again.
Crystal pulled a lacy bra out of her drawer and started to put it on, then thought about it and put it back into the drawer. Her breasts were small and she liked to go braless to drive the crazed men on campus even crazier. She walked to the closet, her nipples firm and pointing the way forward, and pulled a thin white cotton t-shirt off a
hanger and slipped it on. I pretended to be reading my textbook but my eyes were glued to her movements as she stepped into her sneakers. She was a sexy woman who doesn’t try to be sexy, she just allows it to happen.
She picked up a brush and organized her hair, then flipped it back over her shoulder. Then she spent three minutes working on her eyes, darkening them so they stood out against her light skin. She reminded me of a sexier Taylor Swift.
“How about tonight after class?” she asked.
“Sure, yes,” I said.
My video editing class was my favorite class but that day I couldn’t pay attention. The professor was talking about all of the special effects we could use and how we should pick some and not overdo it. All I could think about was photographing Crystal later that day, and started to write down some notes of the shots I thought we should take.
“Producers and directors will have very specific notes about what effects to use, how they envision the project playing out,” he said. “And your job isn’t to insert your ideas into their vision unless they ask for it. But for our next project I want you to use your own imaginations. You will be producer, director and editor,” he said from somewhere behind me.
“This is good, Daria,” said the professor as his hand took my note paper off my desk. Why the hell was I using paper? My brain screamed.
“I, thanks,” I stammered.
“What she has is three simple shots and her approach to them,” he said as he walked forward with the sheet of paper.
I am an idiot was all my brain could think.
I was completely embarrassed even though he didn’t know what the real purpose of the notes was. Still, it felt like he had invaded my private thoughts. The class bell rang shortly after and I was instantly relieved, so much so that I ran out of the room without the notes he had taken from me. It was only a set of ideas anyway.
Crystal was sitting on her bed when I walked back in the room. The lights were off, she had lit some candles, and I hear the pop of a cork as she opened a bottle of Chardonnay. She was naked again and had a huge grin on her face.
Her part of the room was normally very organized but this time she had also cleaned up my side too. She’d taken all of the pillows and placed them on her bed and laid out some lingerie on my bed. I grinned as I walked over and set my backpack down.
“I have a few ideas of what I want to shoot,” she said. “Wine?”
She didn’t wait for me to answer, just poured us both a glass and handed me one. “A little,” I said taking the glass.
I had set up several lights and a screen earlier, so I enlisted her help getting everything in place for the shoot. I put my largest memory card into my SLR camera and set it up as I wanted it. I placed my video camera on a tripod, set it near the end of her bed, and turned it on. I could always take stills from the video, and knowing Crystal it would prove to be a very sexy shoot.
“Who are these for?’ I asked.
“To give to my crush, and, maybe to post online,” she said, a sly look in her eyes.
I stepped back a step and looked at the setup then changed one light. I was ready. “Okay, move over to the bed then turn and look into the camera,” I said.
She walked over to the bed slowly, her hands fluffing up her hair. She knelt on the bed with one leg, pulled the sheet up to her knees then looked into the camera with her ‘I am going to get fucked now’ look. It’s an effective look. I snapped off five shots, trying to keep myself focused on the work. She gave me her most provocative looks and it was sexy.
“Put your left leg on the bed and hold your hair back with your right hand,” I told her.
I coached her at first but she was a natural at seduction and had her own natural rhythm. She was naturally sexy and all I had to do was adjust her for the camera and the light.
“Now I want to try some with the lingerie on,” she said when I went to switch her position.
As she put on some clothes I noticed the room was getting much warmer. I had dressed similar to Crystal that morning, though I had worn a bra. I enjoyed my naughty side but wasn’t quite ready to go without a bra around campus.
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About Daria Sparks
Daria lost her virginity one hot evening in St. Martin while on vacation with her parents. Daria had dreamt of sex, read about sex, masturbated and lived for sex. But she waited for sex with the right man, and she found the right man in the Caribbean. That intense evening overlooking the Atlantic Ocean excited set Daria and set her on a quest to express herself sexually. These are her tales of sexual adventure. Daria is a sweet young college lady who embarks on an erotic sexual quest. Daria wears high heels with blue jeans or a clingy black dress and is not afraid to tell a man she wants to take him to bed. Read all about her sexy adventures today.
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