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26th July 1997 

I got the job, yesss!! At last, it’s been a year since I got my degree, and finally things are looking up. I’ve put on a brave face to everyone in public, but it’s been a bit tough, stocking supermarket shelves with a First Class degree on my CV, granted this job starts me off at the bottom, but it’s a great company to be with. I got the phone call today from Mr Peters, I’m to start next Monday. He said I beat off thirteen other applicants for the job, so that must be a good sign! Even better, it’s only a few miles from home. A happy day!


14th October 1997 

Work’s still going well, after a few months here I feel I’m really getting the hang of it now. The hours can be a drag, I did over fifty last week, but the work is challenging and my colleagues and immediate manager are okay to work with (although the latter wears simply awful ties!), so I don’t mind too much. No weekends either, which is always a bonus! If I can keep this up, I can finally start looking for a flat of my own in the New Year, fingers crossed.

A new girl started in the accounts department today, Laura something or other. She seems okay, good-looking but she looks almost a bit TOO nice, if that makes sense.


15th December 1997 

Work’s Christmas party tomorrow, always a tricky one! I think I’ll ask Terry at the desk opposite about how to act for this one, the directors are all there and I don’t want to mess up by wearing the wrong clothes, getting too drunk, etc, haha!


17th December 1997 

Wow! What a successful Christmas party! The night was going great, I was having a few drinks with the lads in my office, when late in the evening Laura, that girl from accounts, came over. We talked, and danced, and at the end of the night I shared the taxi back to hers, offered to pay (I’m SUCH a gentleman!), but she said “Liam, would you like to come in for a coffee?” as her parents are away for Christmas! I may not be the best with the opposite sex, but I know a come-on when I hear one. We made love twice, I’d seriously underestimated her. And best of all…when we awoke the next morning, with me thinking “oh God, she’ll be horrified” and preparing to try to save face, she said she wants to make it a regular thing!!

 

 

23rd February 1998 

It’s been two months with Laura now, and I think things are getting a bit serious. Maybe I should tell you, faithful journal, about her. She’s a year older than me, much sharper and smarter than her pleasant and slightly placid outward demeanour would suggest. She’s quite tall, five foot ten, in her heels she’s as tall as me, which she seems to think is the funniest thing ever. Nice brown hair, long, and often in a ponytail, a smile usually on her face. She’s maybe just a notch short of beautiful, but she’s very very pretty indeed, I’m always proud to be out with her. Some people may think she’s carrying a few pounds, at about eleven and a half stone, but I think that’s just perfect. She’s a real woman. And she’s mine! Incredible!


9th March 1998 

Too tired to write today. Laura and I have had sex about ten times in the past four days! Knackered! She's insatiable. But I'm so happy.


8th April 1998 

A funny day today. I got called into Mr Peters’ office and received a right bollocking for the mess-up last week. I explained that it wasn’t all my fault, that we were all working to a strict deadline, but that was given short shrift. Apparently everyone else has been given a similar dressing down. I didn’t get a formal warning, or a caution, but I was in no doubt I need to raise my game. Perhaps he’s right, I’ve been tired lately, I will definitely try to improve things.

When I told Laura all about this after our dinner tonight, she was filled with sympathy, bless her little heart. We ended up having sex (hooray!), and after feeling really down earlier today, I know I have a wonderful woman to make everything seem okay.


24th July 1998 

Just got back from our week in Italy together. A first holiday! Everything was blissful. I’m really beginning to wonder if she’s the one, even though we’re quite young, surely this is true love?


1st November 1998 

Things have been a bit quiet lately, hence the lack of entries. I’m in a very happy routine. Work is going much better, I may be in line for a promotion next year, Laura and I are thinking of house hunting soon, life is good. I’m a lucky man, and I tell myself that every day. I’m convinced this could be “it”. Maybe, soon, I may even tell her my little secret, the thing I’ve never told anyone (except you, Diary!), if that goes well, I’ll be 100% sure about things…

 

 

17th December 1998 

What a day. First “anniversary” today. Went out with Laura for a posh meal – and, well, I’m too tired to put it down in writing tonight. But, diary, let’s just say I finally plucked up the courage to ask her...


19th December 1998 

Busy day Christmas shopping, but I think it’s time to record a few thoughts. Two days ago, to celebrate a year of being together, we went out for a nice Italian meal. Food was great, as it always is there. I think we both had a bit too much wine though, haha! We were planning to go for a few drinks afterwards, but after we’d finished eating (and polished off a third bottle!), we both wanted to come home.

We opened another bottle at home, and had a glass each. Then it was off to bed. After we’d been making out for a while, suddenly Laura got all philosophical and serious, and asked if there was anything I’ve ever wanted to try, as a treat. Well, even after a bit to drink I was a bit hesitant to ask. I don’t want to freak her out, even now. But my reply of “errr” rather gave the game away.

“What is it?” she said, really looking deeply into my eyes. I blushed a deep crimson. She laughed. “Come on Liam…if you can’t tell me, who can you tell?”

I paused, trying to gather my thoughts. “You won’t mind?” I almost whispered.

“Of course not! If I don’t like it, then perhaps not tonight, but you should tell me.”

I took a deep breath.

“I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. And I know how lucky I am to have you. And I don’t want to un-nerve you, or make you think I’m weird…” I trailed off.

She took my hand, and put on her most earnest expression, imploring me with her eyes.

“Laura…would you sit on my face?” The words tumbled out, as if I was trying to get the request over quickly as possible.

She looked puzzled. “I don’t think I follow.”

I felt crushed, but tried to press on. “It’s, erm, you see…you have the most amazing figure of anyone I’ve ever met, and I think your backside is the most stunning feature you have. And…and, I just want to know how it feels if you were to sit on my face.”

A look of understanding flashed in her eyes, quickly followed by concern. “But Liam – I’m not a bag of feathers, I’d probably squash you, if I sat down with all of my weight at least!”

“That’s what I want.” I was whispering again.

“Really? But…I could hurt you. I weigh nearly twelve stone, imagine all of that on your face.”

“I do, all the time.”

“Seriously? Oh Liam, I’m not sure about this. I want to make you happy, you mean the world to me. Are you SURE about this?”

She was thinking about it. I sensed my chance. “Laura, please sit on my face.” I spoke more forcefully.

“Okay.” She was smiling a little now.

My heart skipped a beat. Maybe two. A grin lit up my face.

“How do we actually do this? I’ve, err, never done it before.” She looked slightly embarrassed now.

“It’s okay. I’ll lie down in the middle of the bed. You can sit on me facing my feet, or with your back to them, it’s up to you.”

“If you’re sure…”

“I’m sure.” I was smiling more confidently now, trying to reassure her. I let go of her hand, and lay down in the middle of the bed. Still wearing her dazzlingly white underwear, she got up, and knelt over me, facing my feet, and shifted backwards so that she was hovering her amazing arse over my face.

“It’s okay. Sit down. Please.” The last word was almost inaudible.

“Okay…but lightly at first. Oh and Liam, if I hurt you, please just tap me on the side, and I’ll get straight off.”

I promised that I would. And then, with immense care, she slowly lowered her lovely round backside onto my nose, my mouth, my eyes, until she was sitting – not full-weight – but really sitting on my face…

 

 

20th December 1998 

Continuing yesterday's entry! I got a little too excited just recounting it.

Although, diary, it's only a partial success. My wonderful girl did sit on me, but it was hesitant, uncertain. She couldn't bring herself to put full weight down, and although I'm not complaining, the weight aspect is very important for me.

She sat on me for about two minutes, during which I was easily able to breathe undernearth her, then she got off and knelt beside me and asked: "are you okay? I didn't hurt you under my big bum did I?"

"No," I smiled, wanting her to feel at ease. "You didn't hurt me at all, it felt wonderful. Are you okay?"

Her answer was a genuine one. "Yes. It felt, well, a bit strange. I don't know what to make about it all. Is that alright?"

I tried not to let my disappointment show. "Of course my love, whatever suits you."

Her smile lit up her face. "You're so kind. Maybe we'll come back to this another time?"

She leaned forward to kiss me, and we ended up making love twice that night.


9th February 1999 

An argument, over money, with Laura. She's not talking to me, I'm not talking to her. It'll blow over, I think we both know that, but things are a bit tense for the time being.


28th April 1999 

Remember, diary, of an argument a couple of months ago? I think we needed that. The making up was obviously brilliant, but it felt like an important stage of the relationship. She's able to express herself a lot more decisively with me, which I think can only be good.

I still wish she would sit on me though, it's been a long time since that first hesitant and aborted attempt. But I'm very lucky in all other ways and I can't complain.


 

 
17th June 1999 

Wow!

Just....wow!

We'd been out on a works do yesterday afternoon and evening, and both had quite a lot to drink. That made us both a bit frisky, and by the time we got back home I couldn't wait to tear off her clothes. The feeling was mutual, ha ha!

Anyway, after some kissing and cuddling and rolling about, she suddenly wound up sitting on my chest, looking down at me. She felt pleasingly heavy, with the alcohol lowering her inhibitions.

"I know what you're thinking." There was a deliciously naughty gleam in her eyes.

"Hm?" I feigned ignorance, knewing we both knew what I was thinking.

"Ask me."

"I...are you sure?"

"Yes. Ask."

"Laura...." I trailed off a bit.

"Liam!" She mock-shouted, then jumped up and bounced on my chest. Her weight felt lovely. The promise of it elsewhere made up my mind.

"Would you sit on my face?"

"Yes." She smiled, then stood up, a magnificent sight, wearing nothing but her white panties. With me still lying in the middle of our bed, she turned around facing my legs, stood over me, and then slowly sat down. The view was amazing, but what happened next was even better!

"OOOMMMFF!"

I wasn't expecting her to be so forceful as she came down. She was sitting roughly half-weight on my face, enough for some pressure to be applied. Just as I'd always wanted!

"Are you okay down there?"

"MMmffyesffff" I just about managed. Her backside, her best feature, was large enough to cover most of my face and speaking was hard.

"Good. Because I feel like having a lovely long sit."

And then she sat down with her full weight on my face!!

The world went dark, and suddenly all of my focus was just on the weight squashing my face. She's stretched out her legs in order to maximise her heaviness and all I could feel was my head sinking into the mattress beneath her.

I could snatch the occasional gasp of air when she leaned to one side, but that was it. And it was beginning to hurt.

"Are you okay under me? Tap my right thigh if you are."

I followed this instruction.

"Good. Because I think I like squashing you. Am I heavy on you? Are you crushed yet?"

I tapped her smooth thigh.

"Ha ha. Good. Mm, you must be in pain down there. Shall I get off?"

I didn't tap.

"Ha ha ha. Good. Five more minutes of crushing."

It was the best five minutes of my life. When she got off, she must have been sitting on me for twenty minutes. My face was red, my nose a little out of shape, my jaw hurt and it hurt to breath. She knelt beside me again, laughed wickedly at her visible handiwork, laughed even more at the bulge in my underpants and without saying a word, took off her underwear, straddled me and together we had the best sex in all our time together.....

 

  

  

  
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