The Movies: Dear Diaries, #1

By Abigale Taylor

In "Dear Diaries: The Movies", we follow Daniel, a 25-year-old Electrical Engineer, who unexpectedly finds himself in a tantalizing situation. Returning home for the holidays, he is thrust into a date with  a childhood acquaintance Sarah, an aspiring actress, organized by his well-meaning mother. Although Sarah is undoubtedly attractive, a genuine spark is missing, turning their upcoming movie date into a mere obligation.

 

Unbeknownst to Daniel, Sarah has a thrilling twist planned, setting him up with her alluring sister, Michelle. After a chance encounter at the theater bar, Michelle takes the lead, initiating an escalating series of provocative touches that ignite a hidden flame in Daniel. As the theater heat reaches a fever pitch, they abandon the movie, surrendering to a night of wild, uninhibited passion.

 

"Dear Diaries: The Movies" is a captivating erotic tale that explores the unexpected turns of desire and the electrifying power of raw attraction. This sensual story showcases an unplanned tryst between two strangers, reminding us that passion often lurks where we least expect it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Abigale Taylor
• Release date: Jun 4, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223896869

Book preview

Dear Diaries,

I thought I would share with you one of the most mind-blowing sexual experiences of my life. Granted, I am only twenty-five, so there is still plenty of time for better, but I imagine this will stick with me for a while.

Names have been changed to protect the innocent, or in this case, not-so-innocent. In traditional fashion, this didn't happen today, but a couple of weeks ago during the holiday break. This story will be a little long, as a short back story will help better set the mood and scenario.

Last year I finished my degree in Electrical Engineering and immediately took a job in Detroit. Because of my busy school schedule and the load of starting a new high-paced career, I haven't had much time to get back home to see my parents. So I decided to use my saved vacation time to take a couple of weeks off for the holidays and head home.

At twenty-five, I am the oldest of three and the first to graduate and move away. As you can imagine, this has been a bit hard on my mom. Especially since I haven't returned as much as she would like me to be.

She has also started taking too much interest in my love life. Always asking if I have met any nice women. Telling me that now that I have a good job, I need to meet a nice gal, give her some grandchildren, and so on.

I won't lie; part of me thought about not returning home for Christmas just so she wouldn't have as many opportunities to nag at me about being SOOOOO far away and needing a girlfriend. But I wanted to be a good son and hoped that being home for a few days would help ease her mind. Oh, how I should have known better!

I got home late on Saturday, a week before Christmas. A bit too late for dinner but not so late as to be rude. I did that purposefully, as I didn't want a big meal after a long drive. Of course, my mom was having none of that. As soon as I walked in the door, I could smell dinner. The scowls I was getting from my brother and sister made it clear they hadn't been allowed to eat until I arrived.

So we got the hugs, kisses, and a good ole fashion arm punch from my dad out of the way and hurried up to dinner. Once my siblings got to eat, they were a bit happier, and most of the dinner was spent telling everyone about my job and apartment in Detroit. It was around nine-thirty or so when we started finishing up. Mom asked if I wanted to hang out and do anything, but I told her that I really just wanted to get some rest after my drive. Not that Chicago is that far of a trip, but still. After a slight initial disappointment, she agreed.

Just as I got up from the table, she stopped me and informed me that we WOULD be going to church at seven thirty in the morning. I started to protest, but she quickly clarified that it wasn't an option. I grumbled but didn't figure there was much point in being too prickly about it. So I started to head upstairs to my old room. My dad got up from the table and helped with one of my bags. My mom said she would be up in a minute, too, as she needed to grab my sheets from the dryer.

Dad and I had a couple of minutes of banter before mom got up there, and then he excused himself once she arrived on the premise that I needed my beauty rest. My mom, of course, had other ideas. She wanted to make my bed for me, ensure I had a glass of water in case I was thirsty, etc. I tried politely shooing her away, telling her I could make my own bed and knew where the kitchen was. After some persistence, she conceded and headed for the door. Before she closed it, though, she took a moment to remind me that I needed to be ready to leave at seven-thirty sharp. I should also dress fancy because she has someone special she wants me to meet.

We all know where that was heading. My mom is great, but I don't want her to play matchmaker for me. I wonder if anyone can ever be prepared for their mom to try introducing them to women. I just sighed and reassured her that I would be ready.

Sunday morning came, and we all