I, Arielle: My Sex Diary

My friend Melissa lives outside of town so sometimes she comes to my home for a couple days at a time. She’s got the keys when I’m out for work or university. Since I was working yesterday, she was alone to greet Eric when he unexpectedly shown up. She called me at work telling me he was there and waiting. I could hardly believe it since he didn’t warn me first (actually, he didn’t know until right before he took the plane in the night so how could he have). I could also hardly focus on my work for the rest of the day. I was so excited! And at the same time a bit worried; currently, my boyfriend and my best friend were alone in my house and knew I wouldn’t be there for hours. I know she prefers girls and that she would hardly do anything in my back (would she?), but… I don’t know. Actually, they were sort of planning something in my back, and although it turned out to be enjoyable, I’m not sure what I would do to her if she dared try it again. Oh well, perhaps I’m taking this a bit too seriously, after all. Anyway, here it goes:

I drove home late and traffic was terrible (why?) so it was almost dark when I finally arrived. Of course during the trip I had a lot of time to think about what we would do during the weekend. How about spending the evening at a high-class restaurant, then the night at the hotel? Since he didn’t have to fly away in the morning, we could also spend the day shopping or whatever. Too bad timing was bad, because we could also have watched an opera or go to the theater, perhaps the three of us… Little did I know that these two had made plans of their own.

Eric greeted me at the door with a kiss and closed it behind me. It was strangely dark inside but I didn’t get the chance to look around that he blindfolded me with another kiss in the neck while taking my coat away. What was he thinking? Couldn’t he wait? Wasn’t Melissa still there? I heard another person closing up and soon they were two to kiss me while slowly walking me to the couch. I tried to say something but I felt a strong hand on my mouth, discarding questions and complaints. We remained standing for a while even though I could feel the couch with my legs, but that was only because it was easier to strip me naked like this. I felt them unbutton and remove my shirt while kissing my neck and shoulders, fondle my breasts, cuddle me, embrace me. I felt a woman’s skin on me and I sort of tried to push her away, but the man held my hands in my back. His other hand returned on my mouth, but only to feel my lips before running down my chin, my neck, my chest. I was hard to keep track of the both of them, especially since I couldn’t see anything. In addition, it was the first time there were two people touching me like this at the same time. It’s simply incredible, even though the touch of another woman on your skin feels very, very weird.

One of them removed my bra while the other had me sit on the couch while kissing me in the mouth. Then both of them began to caress me while sucking, licking and eating my breasts, just the way I like them. The feeling of their tongues, lips and teeth on them was simply fantastic. Their hands ran over the rest of my body, but not beyond the waist — not yet. I was already groaning, bending the head backward on the cushion, trying to relax. I could touch their thighs so I knew they were sitting right next to me, but I couldn’t move my arms beyond that without pulling them up and they wouldn’t allow it. A couple more minutes of this and they had me moan. I was starting to get wet, ready for more. I guess one of them figured out because I felt Eric go down, gently pulling down my skirt while Melissa kept working on me above. My left hand followed my boyfriend, grabbing his shoulder, then his neck while he kissed my thighs, then my lips through my panties. I couldn’t help shaking. Their moves were so unexpected! You feel everything so much more when you don’t see anything. Their slightest touch startled me, but it was so enjoyable.

While my boyfriend was playing with my clit through my panties, my other friend climbed on me, grabbed my shoulders and kissed me passionately in the mouth so I couldn’t even moan. But soon I couldn’t even breathe so I gasped out and she kissed me in the neck instead, then bit my earlobe, brushed my hair while kissing my face everywhere, then kissing me more in the mouth, her hand caressing the back of my neck. She muttered in my ear that she loved me. I couldn’t say anything to that because down there it was starting to get rather intense and all I could do was moan. She had my hand remove her shirt, feel her body, her breasts — didn’t she use to wear a bra? — and her hard nipples. It was the first time I touched another woman’s breasts and it felt very weird. She however seemed to enjoy it to an unimaginable degree, shivering. Then she dove back down on me, pressing her chest on mine while kissing me more. But I could pay attention no more, my boyfriend doing a very good job at sending me to heavens. I was moaning loudly, quivering, gasping for air as I was about to come, and then I climaxed, arching my back, sliding down a bit on the couch, sort of flapping my legs apart and back until I finally closed them on my boyfriend’s neck, having him refrain from touching my sensitive clit any longer.

Melissa moved away and now it was him kissing me passionately, caressing me with one hand while having me undress him blindly with the other. I managed to open his shirt and felt his chest, strong, hairy. I heard pants being pulled down and I guessed what Melissa was doing. He had me stroke him a bit, then roll down the condom on his member, before pulling down my panties and removed my socks, pulling me down to the floor, having me kneel in front of the couch, resting my hands on it, and then he went inside me from behind, fondling my breasts, breathing heavily in my neck, while Melissa sat on the couch between my hands and kissed me in the mouth while brushing my hair, telling me I was beautiful while kissing me more. Meanwhile, he was thrusting faster and deeper inside me, kissing my neck, biting my ears, muttering that he loved me, while moving his hands down to my stomach, my thighs, brushing my pubic hair, teasing my clit, while she took over, cupping my breasts, playing with them, kissing the top of my head. It was so much at the same time I thought I would have a heart attack. Soon my pleasure grew and I started to move my pelvis to accompany his thrusting, which was pressing my sweet spot just the same as when I use a vibrator.

I felt Melissa pull up her legs, spreading them apart, then I guess she sit back. She took my hand, had two fingers inside her and my thumb on her clit, showing me how to move to please her. Soon the three of us moved, breathed and moaned in unison, almost like a choir. I could feel that Melissa was very tense, and strangely she climaxed first, loudly, unexpectedly, moving her pelvis erratically, grabbing my arm. She didn’t have me stop though, clearly running for another one. Soon afterward it would be our turn, but wait, she came once more less than two minutes later! Wow… (and to say I usually need close to ten minutes, if not more)

My boyfriend pulled out at this moment, then had me turn around and sit on him. We resumed intercourse embracing and kissing each other while she caressed me from behind, kissing my back, running her hands on my arms, my flanks, my legs, breathing on my hair, caressing them. Then I could do nothing but moan and I heard him gasp, meaning he was getting close too. I pushed him back, pressing his shoulders on the floor while I rode him to orgasm, faster, deeper, making some rotation movements now that I could move freely on him, resting my hands on his stomach, caressing it, brushing its hair, bending backward, arching my back, screaming, shivering, feeling my pleasure grow beyond my control, my sweat run down all over, hands everywhere, on my breasts but also on my chest, stomach, shoulders, neck, back, face, legs, arms, gasping then screaming more, moving erratically then climaxing, losing control, feeling like I was burning, quartered, pulled apart by a feeling so strong I couldn’t contain it, then falling on my right side even before it was over, my boyfriend finishing me off in that position the best he could then moaning and jerking a bit, coming himself, slowing down, then stopping. He brushed my hair and kissed me before pulling out.

The three of us cuddled like this on the floor for a bit longer, both of them pressing themselves against me while I was lying there, motionless, trying to catch my breath, still shaking from the experience. That was way too much stimuli, far beyond what I have ever experienced with a vibrator; any more and I think I would have collapsed. Soon after they got dressed back and helped me do the same, and only then removed my blindfold. They were kind enough to have me rest a bit more. I closed my eyes, then swore it was the last time I was allowing them together, but my smile betrayed me, I guess, and they both laughed.

Since sex was obviously out of the question for the rest of the weekend, the three of us spent some time together, first at the restaurant, then back home drinking and playing cards, then do some shopping in the afternoon. Then he left us behind, having to fly to London in the evening. Back in the car on our way back home, I had a conversation with Melissa, reminding her I wasn’t loving women and not to mess with my boyfriend. She didn’t say a word, just smiling. I wonder what that smile meant.

It’s been a while since I last posted anything, mainly due to (guess what) work. It doesn’t mean nothing happened though. In fact, I have two stories to tell, for the price of only one. You’ll understand soon.

As you may have guessed, I wouldn’t dare try to masturbate at work again since last time. Of course I thought about it constantly, trying to figure out a way to do it without running the risk of getting caught. But in the end, I couldn’t think of anything but the shower.

Last night I gave up and decided to do it anyway. This time I made sure I was all alone by going through all floors. There was absolutely nobody but myself. Good. So I went to the shower with my bad, locked myself in and turned the shower on while undressing. Then I got inside with my dolphin vibe. I rinsed myself for a long time, enjoying hot water running over my body, and suddenly it reminded me of the previous time I masturbated, outside in the field, a gentle bruise caressing my skin. I had rode out of town on my bike on a sunny day for quite a while, cutting in the fields to a secret place of mine I have known since I was a child. I had always wanted to masturbate outside, at that specific place, but in the end I never dared to do it until that day.

This time I had brought a towel and my newly bought laptop with a webcam. Someone advised I buy an iBook with an iSight and I don’t regret my purchase; they’re reliable and easy to use even for a neophyte like myself. With this I could share something with my boyfriend who is almost never there… I was wearing a one piece swimsuit under my t-shirt and shorts. I figured I didn’t want to run the risk of getting completely naked in the wild, or even with nothing but my underwear, but a swimsuit does not attract nearly as much attention.

As I was caressing myself under the shower, I replayed that scene in my head. I had left my bike on a tree and walked through the high herbs and among the trees to a hard to notice glade, penetrated by shining sunrays. It is a truly wonderful place, especially when the sun is high and bright. I sat, the removed my hat and my backpack, spread the towel on the ground, then started my laptop while undressing. Everything was set so I could start recording. I began with a teasing message for Eric, then laid down and started caressing my skin from the neck down to my chest… just like I was back into the shower, then fondling both of my breasts at the same time, pinching my nipples, enjoying the hot water but then I was back outside and it was the bruise that caressed my skin, my hands running along my forearms, then back on my breasts, my stomach, just a tease between my legs then immediately back up, starting to breathe more heavily. I was looking above and oh my God, the view was so beautiful, that sunny glare through the branches, shining, sparkling, birds flying around, singing…

In both cases I must have played with myself like this for half an hour, completely losing the notion of time. Then I sort of woke up and, ready for more action, turned on the vibe. Back then I had to move my swimsuit a bit to allow the dolphin inside. I felt an immediate jolt of joy and allowed a moan to escape due to the surprise. I closed my eyes then opened them back, thrusting the toy inside and out, but inside the shower my eyes remained closed, visualizing the scene. My free hand reached my breast, as usual, and squeezed it, making me moan once more. My nails were short so I wasn’t worried abouttearing my flesh apart like some previous times. As time passed and feelings intensified I moaned louder and more often, starting to move my body here and there, having a hard staying in place. More groans and moans, heavier and quicker breathing, eyes rolling backward, some shivering due to cool air…

My free hand pulled the edge of the swimming suit and allowed my breast out. that being incomfortable, I had to stop and remove it, even though I originally planned to keep it on. I also switched position, resuming on my left side, thrusting with my right hand from behind my tight. I didn’t need long to catch up to where I had left, soon resuming my moans echoing in the forest. My left hand caressed my free hair, blown by the wind coming from above. I accelerated, both my thrusting and my breathing. I couldn’t help moving my pelvis, arching my back, quivering, moaning louder than even, both there and in the shower, unable to stand it much longer, screaming, then coming, falling on my knees while in the forest I had rolled on my stomach, arching my back as much as I could, closing then reopening my legs repeatedly, gasping then screaming again, then resting there, exhausted.

I rarely fantasize while having sex, especially not about masturbating, but this had been a fantasy of mine for a long time and it will remain engraved into my memory forever. It will also remain engraved on my hard drive and on the compact disk I sent to Eric. Melissa taught me how to do all of this in exchange for letting her watch the video. I did let her, even though it is quite embarassing.

I didn’t stop there in the shower, by the way. I kept it up for one more orgasm, this time using the shower head at the same time. I had an orgasm to blow your mind away, it was fantastic, but the experience just wasn’t the same that with a fantasy like I just had. I will try to fantasize more often while having sex, especially while jilling off. It’s truly worth it. Oh, and I will return to my secret place, preferably with Eric next time.

I invited Eric to come to my home on Saturday evening. I was so excited! It had been a long time since we last met and I fantasized a lot about how it would be, planning every single detail. I wanted to realize a fantasy of mine but had wondered for a while how I would bring it.

On that day, before he arrived, I cleaned up the house until it was impeccable and probably a level beyond that, overzealous. I swear it had never, ever been that neat before in here. Then, in a hurry because it was getting late, I proceded to clean myself. I resigned to taking a quick shower instead of a long bath because of the tight schedule. I touched myself a lot but didn’t want to masturbate all the way, even though I was eager to get off after a long period of forced abstinence.

Then I wondered what to wear. I went all around, naked, trying this and that. The underwear was of course most important. I settled for a black ensemble, a demi bra and a thong I though he would like. I’ve had the chance to probe him for his tastes on the matter, on the phone. He likes fancy stuff, and also undies you can play with, not necessarily just take them off right away. Demi bras can be pulled down so you don’t even have to remove them.

Now what? I didn’t want to wear just a shirt and a skirt like I do at work. How about something much bolder, like just a bathrobe? Nah, that wouldn’t do. I didn’t want a dress either, mainly because I didn’t have a real sexy one. Then I fell on that old traditional kimono I received as a gift long ago, but these things are so difficult to wear. On the other hand, it was bold, and that would make him work to strip me naked. So I settled for the kimono. It takes a manual to wear these things correctly, litterally! There are so many pieces and you need to fold them just right. I did my best while referring to the open booklet on my bed, flipping pages the best I could, freeing a hand by biting a piece of clothing sometimes. Then I looked at myself in the mirror. I was very pretty in that thing, but I wondered if I had made a correct choice. But alas, no time to change my mind, time was passing out too quickly.

I went to the kitchen and started preparing dinner. I love italian cuisine, so I prepared my own version of fettucine alfredo mixed with hashed broccoli and sliced green pepper. I also prepared ciuppin soup to go along, and cream salad with vegetables. I love cooking and I’m pretty good at it. I hoped he would love what I was making for him. Food tastes better if it’s been made with love, they say.

Now down to the cave to choose a bottle of wine. This event deserved the best, so I selected my very best bottle, a red wine, Nebbiolo, Elio Altare Barolo Arborina, 1990. Inherited from my late grandmother. I came back quickly so dinner would not burn. I was so sweaty from running all around with these clothes I almost thought of taking another shower! I worried about a thousand other things, like if I forgot to do anything like changing sheets or something. Let me see… Oh my gosh, I had forgotten something, and the most important of all! I rushed for an extra saucepan and olive oil. It had been my wish to somewhat repeat my candle wax fun with a partner, using something comestible and that wouldn’t dry up and stick. It would ruin my silk sheets but I didn’t care at all. I proceeded to heating the oil just the right temperature, using a thermometer to monitor it, to the limit of what I deemed comfortable.

Knocking at the door. I rushed to open it. It was him! He had brought some roses and his own bottle, expensive champagne. Surprisingly, we hardly spoke a word, or even kiss. I just allowed him inside while he looked at me, and around. He told me I looked beautiful, although he obviously wondered about my dressing; he obviously expected something more, well, casual, given his own clothing. He wore exactly what he was wearing at work! And I was affraid of looking like a fool.

We embraced each other and kissed passionately. I pushed him back after a minute, asking that we save some for after dinner. I was hungry for sex of course, but I was hungrier for food at that moment. I served the food, then we ate, almost without a word, just staring into each other’s eyes. I could tell he liked it, and that relieved me. We teased each other under the table with our feet. Dinner was really sexy. I was wet long before we had even reached the main dish. We wanted each other badly, but just not badly enough to skip the meal.

Once we were finished, I brought the oil into my room, then came back to the dining room and kissed him without a word. We had agreed it would be done my way and that he would help me realize a fantasy of mine, but he didn’t have a clue what he would be. He kissed me back, having me sit on his lap, then we embraced and kissed each other more seriously, brushing each other’s hair. We kissed and cuddled in that position for quite a while, until I wispered into his ear, begging him to carry me to my room, what he did. He laid me down on my bed and joined me, then we kissed side by side. Of couse he noticed the oil on the bed table and queried me about it. All I did was silence him with a finger on his mouth, then with further kissing. I removed his jacket little by little, then unbuttoned his shirt, pushed him so he would lay on his back, then explored his chest, his stomach. He lets me keep the lead as he promsised earlier, just enjoying himself while caressing me, my hair, my neck, my back. Then I laid on him and kissed him more. He started to undress me, so I decided to sit on him and assist him, guiding his hands with mine. There were quite many layers to remove until he would reach my skin, but it happened that I liked it very much and so did he. He took his time, caressing my body through my clothes. I resisted having him strip me faster even though I was feeling the urge, the heat, that eagerness to have him bite my breasts and touch me down there.

Halfway through, he laid me on my back and continued from the top, having me feel his lips through the clothes while he kissed them. Finally, he unveiled my stomach, then my chest. He massaged my breasts, taking a moan from me as I pushed myself toward his mouth, pressing my breast on his face. Soon I had him pul the bra down a bit so he could suck and lick them directly, then I closed my eyes and let him eat them for a while, envoying myself, groaning, pulling his hair (not too much). But then I remembered the oil and had him stop.

I explained to him I wanted him to put that oil on me, on every single square centimeter of my skin, then to lick it. He smiled, somewhat liking the idea, even though I am certain he found it pretty strange. I laid on my stomach, enjoying the massage. He was pretty good at it, I must admit. His technique was superb, relaxing. The feeling of the hot oil on my skin was also fantastic. He applied it on my back, my neck, my arms, my legs down to my feet, my cheecks, which he also licked and bit, then he turned me around on my back and resumed with my chest and stomach. Meanwhile, my eyes being closed, I sort of felt his pants and pulled them down, then his underwear. I held his erect penis with my two hands, stroking him once or twice, then went down to his testicles, caressing them. He moved my hands away, then went down on me. I felt his breath between my legs. He kissed and ate my pussy, making me moan loudly. But it was my turn to push him away.

I told him his job was not finished, then dipped his fingers again and inserted them in my vagina. Oh, bliss, that burning heat inside me! He asked me if I was sure, but I didn’t bother to answer the obvious. I wanted to be fingered hard! And so he did, with three fingers, while licking oil elsewhere. I arched my back almost instantly, releasing a quite embarassing moan, laughing a bit. I told him to go harder, deeper. I also guided him toward my spot, and asked him to use more oil. He mastered the technique pretty quickly, while massaging and eating my breasts. I couldn’t help moving to accompany his movements, not just my pelvis but my entire body, using my feet and my shoulders. I breathed and moaned louder as his moves grew in speed and intensity, and so did my pleasure. My first orgasm was building up. I couldn’t spread my legs farther apart, but somehow my muscles kept trying to the point of mild pain, and so did all my other muscles, tensed beyond belief. I pressed him on me, moaning for him, muttering his name between two breaths, rolling my eyes backward, curling my toes, arching my back, yes, oh yes, that’s it…

Minutes of this madness and I could stand it no longer, begging the almighty to just let me explode. At this moment, he left my breasts and ate my clit instead, still fingering me hard and deep. Now that was it. Less than thirty seconds of that godly circling with his tongue and I came, a wave of pleasure spreading to the extremities of my body, and I squeezed my breast to heighten my orgasm which gave me spasms and had me press my pelvis against his head with my other hand, screaming, gasping for air, shivering. It didn’t last long but hell it was so intense! And it didn’t stop there, or should I say, he didn’t stop there. He continued to finger and eat me, and I was just too happy to receive more of that godsend. And so it went, without even some time for me to catch my breath. After a while, he inserted his tongue too, adding to the experience. I didn’t know you could tongue fuck a woman like that, but he has some technique! What’s more, that didn’t stop him from using his fingers too. Meanwhile, I stroked my oily clit with one hand and squeezed my breast with the other. That experience was truly unique; not only was I fingered and tongued like I never had before (and seldom was at all) but I was also masturbating at the same time in an equally unusual manner, covered with olive oil all over. My groans turned into moans, then into screams of joy as I quickly climaxed again, quite unexpectedly, more intensely and longer than the previous time, while staring at the ceiling and our blurred shadows moving on it. I had climaxed twice already but he didn’t stop yet! He continued, but removed his tongue and had it back on my clit instead. So much stimulation was exhausting but I definitely wanted more, and so I was on for another orgasm. I embraced him with my legs and he lifted my pelvis with his hands, so he was no longer fingering me, but that was still just as pleasurable. I resumed moaning, squeezing both my breasts, moving my pelvis, arching my back even more. I was unusually fast to come that night, climaxing a third time before I realized I was even coming, gasping, then screaming of joy, planting my nails deep into my flesh, spreading my legs away from him, raising my pelvis up into his mouth, standing on my toes.

And then I fell back, exhausted. He smiled, then went up, caressed my hair and kissed me. We then sit in front of each other, kissing and caressing each other. I then impaled myself on him, still both sitting and embracing each other, kissing, cuddling. I felt him deep inside me, his breath on my neck, his hands into my hair, on my back, his nails on my spine, making me offer my neck for him to kiss and bite, his teeth grazing my tender skin, while moving on him, thrusting his phallus deep inside, having it hit my cervix. He tried to accompany me in the intercourse the best he could. I moaned in his mouth, then we stopped kissing as it became quite hard to breath that way. I heard him moan a bit too. My heart was pounding hard and racing fast as our pace quickened and we got more furious. More moans from the both of us. We kissed a bit more, or at least we tried, but it was getting difficult. Neither of us could contain oneself any longer. I could read in his sweet, relaxed face that he would come soon, whether I was ready or not; fortunately, I was. I muttered his name one last time while I was still about to speak, then moans took over. Our pace quickened further and it became difficult to remain synchronized. I breathed and moaned on his neck, his shoulder, pressing him against me, shivering from the intensity of the orgasm that I felt growing, pressure accumulating. We both fell down, me laying on him and now the only one moving, but both moaning without control or restraint, and then we came together, him raising his back, bending his head backward, screaming lowly and gasping like all men do when they come, and me climaxing violently, screaming loudly, shaking, then shivering. We both remained in that position for a while, staring into each other’s eyes between quick kisses. We both confessed to love each other, kissed more, then moved apart.

Then I went down on him while he was still semi-hard and started to stroke and kiss his member. He quickly regained his erection and I teased his swollen acorn, his testes, his stomach. I had read about some sweat spots of male genitalia, like the base of the penis or the line of the scrotum, and was eager to try them out while sucking his penis head, circling around with my tongue. I could tell he liked it only by the way he moaned, let alone the fact that his pelvis quickly starting pushing upward. I stroked him while kissing him, running my free hand on his stomach, then to these places I wanted to try out, and turned out to be pretty effective. He moaned more, and muttered things like yeah baby, that’s it, while brushing my hair. He kept repeating this until he jerked and came in my mouth. I like semen so I licked every single drop of it. He kept brushing my hair while I did that.

We agreed that we both needed a shower. He kindly let me go first. I rinced all that oil off my skin while replaying our latest lovemaking in my head. It had been so wonderful. I was equally excited at the idea of sleeping with him that night. I tried not to spend too much time in the shower. I got out, put a towel around myself and joined him back.

To my surprise, he was holding my dolphin vibe! I started to ask him about it, but he quickly answered it was just there on the bed table. I was so embarassed, letting one of my toys where everybody could find it. I wasn’t that much embarassed of having him find out… well, a little, since it was unintended. He smiled and I blushed. He kissed me while walking me back into the shower where we had a little more fun with the vibe. He raised me and pushed me against the wall, having me clench him with my arms and legs, then with a free hand turned the vibrator on and thrusted it into my pussy, which also clenched the toy, trying to get the most of that sweet vibration. I climaxed once again, in less than two minutes, and then he penetrated me once more, each of his thrusts pushing me harder against the wall. We were both laughing like kids, enjoying ourselves. We couldn’t play much, but it was fun anyway. We muttered dirty words into each other’s hear, then laughed more, that until we, or at least I, could no longer, overwhelmed by pleasure and the need to moan. I clenched him harder as my orgasm grew, I felt it coming as fast as a train in a tunnel, but it was a long, long tunnel. He was fucking me so hard, it was fantastic. I had a spasm right before I came once more, screaming, then all my muscles weakened and he had to kneel down but he didn’t come with me, keeping his quick pace, and there I knew he was up for another one, but I was so fed up I thought I would faint. But this time it lasted longer and it was sweeter, because we could kiss and cuddle to our hearts’ content. Speaking of hearts, I put my hand on his chest and I could feel his pounding hard through his thick, strong muscles, brushing his hair. We started to moan together, kissed more, then we went past the point of no return where we would come together again in each other’s arms. We looked at each other, staring into each other’s eyes again for a sweet moment that lasted forever, both looking vulnerable, about to share tremendous pleasure and reach heavens together. And we did climax together, more intensely than previous times. His jerking movements inside me only heightened my orgasm, which ironically made me move away from him so my pelvis could press against him more and from a better angle, filling me with an intense feeling of fulfillment, of warmth, of deep happiness words cannot accurately transcribe. My body was way too exhausted to adequately answer the stimulation, but my mind was very clear, sharp, and the feelings very crisp. My orgasm lasted much longer than his; in fact, it lasted until he went limp and pulled out. Then I sort of fainted in his arms. I was still conscious but could no longer move at all; all I could do was breathe. He held me in his arms for a long time, letting water run on us. I wished we could just stop time and remain like that forever and ever.

We came out, then changed the sheets (they were beyond help so I trashed them later) and went to bed, naked. It was still early but we were so exhausted, so we turned off the lights quite soon after and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Believe it or not, but in the middle of the night he wanted more and woke me up caressing me. I had two more orgasms but I wasn’t really into it so it wasn’t as ecstasic as earlier, but I enjoy his pleasure just as mine and I liked having me come inside me once more. I like it so much when he moans, when he makes these strange, uncontrollable jerkings moves when he comes, the kind of cute face he makes when his pleasure grows, his back arching when he expels his semen. A man coming inside you, or in your hands, your mouth, is the sweetest thing I can imagine.

In the morning, I woke up earlier than him. I got up, put a t-shirt on and prepared breakfast for the both of us, which we ate in the bed. Of course we couldn’t help playing with the food, just like kids. We had so much fun. Unfortunately, he had to leave soon after, but I didn’t allow him to leave without some more cuddling and the promise of meeting again sometime soon. Oh, and this time I am the one who kept his underwear. A souvenir from that unforgettable night.

This evening I was attending a rather boring advanced economics class. Or at least the teacher, a crippled old man long due for retirement, is. He talks to himself more than to the class, he stinks and he’s still living in the Cold War era. I always sit at the far back and in a corner so he won’t notice I’m playing Tetris or making crosswords on my PDA. At least usually. This time I couldn’t stop thinking about sex. I had been on that single wavelength since the beginning of the day, but at the very least work keeps you focused. Not so attending a soporific class. I kept thinking about my lover and how I would like him to fuck me in all possible positions, my fantasies, the fact that I couldn’t masturbate last weekend because of my period, and just about everything else. If I could have, I would have masturbated right there during the class, but that was impossible, of course.

As Nutty kept babbling his nonsense and filled the board with meaningless figures, I couldn’t help twirling on my chair, although all that I achieved was rubbing my pussy on it, making me even more excited and wet. Please God help me out of there I’m gonna be crazy! I couldn’t even kill time with my PDA, batteries being dead. No luck with an interesting novel either, and I wasn’t bold enough to take my CD player out and use the earphones. Nope, I was alone with my nasty thoughts, like small demons twiddling over my head. Whenever I resumed daydreaming my hand would reach my tingling crotch on its own. Kept watching the clock and his throttling seconds hand. Just one more hour to go, precisely 3711 seconds. I couldn’t help looking for an excuse to get out, no matter how silly, but couldn’t find any I was willing to try out. And all I was thinking about were dicks and vibes. I needed a release badly enough not to wait to be home before jilling. Longing on the edge of madness made my eyes roll backward.

Enough of this. I packed my things up in a split second, pretended I was about to get sick and ran out without waiting for a reply. Perfect acting.

I went to my car, got inside, started it and left. I had had quite a lot of time to think of a nearby place to get myself off uninterrupted. Unfortunately, traffic was terrible and I think I got all the lights red. Dammit. Can’t you see I’m horny as hell! Just move out! Err, wait, that’s not something for a well-educated lady to shout out. Keep calm. A couple more minutes wouldn’t make a difference. Still, it looked like an eternity.

Finally, I reached that underground parking lot. I got inside, went to the deepest level and parked in a corner. There was hardly anyone likely to come bother me there at this late hour. I switched to the passenger seat, pushed it back as much as I could and laid back, facing up. Then I turned up the volume of the CD player, which was playing the best of Vivaldi. Perfect. I started to cuddle myself with my clothes still on, hold my arms, touch my breasts, tease my croutch. I was already moaning and I had barely started. My body was urging me to skip the preliminaries, although I didn’t want to rush it and ruin everything. I unbuttoned my shirt, slowly, then caressed my stomach, my breasts through my bra. It was loose enough to pull it down instead of removing it so I did just that. I played with my erect nipples, pinching them, while twirling on my seat, groaning, breathing deeply. My head was bent backward, my eyes rolling backward, my legs pushing backward, spread as wide apart as I could (not much — it’s a compact car, after all). My bra sild down to my waist during the exercice. My hands explored my body from the waist up: my neck, my shoulders, my long, free hair, my sensible sides, my flat stomach, my chest. I wished I had more hands, but right then I was on my own. I was getting wetter than I could handle and it started to smell funny, so I stopped for a second to start the fans and resumed pleasuring myself immediately. Each time I came back to my breasts I resumed moaning and quivering. I endured this self-inflicted torture for as long as I could.

Once I no longer could, I detached and pulled down my skirt, then my panties. They were soaked alright. I took out my lipstick vibe and turned it on, then teased my pussy a bit. Everything down there was swollen and begged for immediate attention, the slightest touch sending a spasm to my lower back, pushing my pelvis in that direction. I raised my head so I could watch, then rested it once I started the main dish, that is, putting the lipstick on my clit. I immediately arched my back and moaned loud enough to cover the music. The feeling was breathtaking. I couldn’t help pushing on the board with my knees and raise my body a bit. My free hand took good care of my breast, as usual, squeezing it just the way I liked it. My breathing went faster and my moans louder. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the music a bit, or anything that would distract me, may it be the noise of the vibe, so it would last longer and grow stronger. But it was vain. I felt my orgasm building up lightning fast, like a train going through a tunnel. My muscles suddenly tensed. About to drop the vibe due to too much pressure, I ended up humping it, holding it with my full hand. More powerful moans. I started to have a hard time catching up my breath. My back arched even more. I was about to come, right…

… then I climaxed violently, screaming as my body pushed itself up all of a sudden, planting my nails into my flesh, spasms, more screaming as my orgasm lasted, perhaps as much as ten seconds, then I fell back on the seat, all sweaty, gasping for air. Oh my god I wanted more. I kept that blissful lipstick on my clit for a little while longer, then inserted it inside my vagina, looking for my sweet spot. There… It was a bit hard to keep it in place without inserting my fingers since that thing is pretty short, but it would be alright. It took quite longer to take off that way, but I knew it was worth it. Meanwhile I relaxed a bit, knowing it wouldn’t last. I felt my sweat run down my skin, making me shiver. I thought about Eric, how dearly I would like him to be around. Soon my pleasure intensified and my moans resumed. I did my best to relax but at this point it was no use; my Kegels were even clenching the vibrator! I gasped, then moaned more, shivered, raised above the seat, then more, thrusting with my pelvis, circling around my nipple with my fingers. I raised my legs further apart by sort of climbing over the board using my knees and maintaining balance with my shoulders’ plates. I thought about what glorious view an unsuspecting spectator would have from the front of my car and couldn’t help bursting out laughing, but suddenly my feelings grew and my moans took over, with more swinging and bending, arching my back further than ever, bending my head forward to witness the action inside my crotch, then backward as a spasm shook my entire body, pressing harder and harder on my sweet spot, screaming, closing my eyes then opening them wide, staring at the ceiling which was getting closer. I could now feel my sweat even on my back and under my thights, right below my cheeks, as well as a pleasurable breeze of cool air from outside. I couldn’t take any more of this, especially in that position, but there was no release; it just kept building up to insane levels. And then finally, another sweet, strong orgasm, which lasted forever, shaking me, sending a wave through my spine and reaching even my bones. I wonder how I managed to scream that long.

Fortunately I did not pass out like I might have when I have such orgasms. I had to rest there for half an hour until I felt like taking the road again.

I started this diary for two reasons, first being it is some sort of therapy. I need a stress reliever and I need to get rid of my shyness. Writing down my stories feels like a detoxification cure, like everything bad leaves the body, and then I feel much better. Moreover, since I have to maintain it regularly, it feels like working anyway, so I don’t feel like I’m wasting my time. If you don’t already have your own sex diary, you should. If we feel like we have nothing to say, isn’t it that we should improve your sex life so it becomes at least worth telling? That’s the idea.

The other reason comes from my frustration at reading erotica, both fact and fiction. I feel like the vast majority of them are poorly written. It’s especially saddening that real stories be purely descriptive. I almost never see one where the author describes how he or she felt, only what she did. What’s more, most stories are very short and don’t go into details. I want to set an example I hope others will follow.

My boss forced me to take at least four weeks of vacation among those I accumulated since I work there. I’m taking the last two weeks of May and the first two of June. I’ve been planning a trip around Europe for a while. I wanted to have sex in the Alps since I was a teen. The opportunity was too good; I had to ask Eric about it. At first he didn’t know what to say. I mean, it was quite sudden, and we barely know each other after all. But I succeeded at convincing him to try to free himself for at least two weeks, that would coincide with my own vacation. It took him a while and some fighting (I thought he wouldn’t succeed), but he got three weeks! So we’ll both visit Rome, Milan and Munich together! Finally, I can fulfill all my fantasies. I’ve already made a list of every place I wanted to have sex with him, and there is quite a few. I even plan on bringing back some graphic souvenirs, although you won’t have any, my dear readers. ;-P

He says he’s seen all these places already but only on short business trips. He’s never taken the time to visit them. He spends his whole life on the go. I can’t wait for him to come back so we can spend some time together. I’m getting sick of just talking to him on the phone, and even phone sex isn’t nearly as great as real sex.

I want to buy a laptop and a webcam, something I can carry around and high-quality shoot video anywhere on the push of a button, but I’m totally clueless when it comes to computers. Any suggestions? Thank you in advance.

By the way, I would like to thank my friend Melissa for helping me run this journal. Without her, there would be no journal to start with, let alone readers and such. Like the diary’s new look? That’s her too. She’s incredible with a keyboard and a mouse; I’m such a moron compared to her. She says she owes me for life after I made her a favor one evening we were drunk and watching porn movies. But that’s another story, deserving its own post. Later. I swore to her I would tell it, and then she’ll owe me for another life. Go figure.

I’ve (Melissa) recently put web counters on the page. I’m astonished that so many people read me. I mean hundreds, and only in a couple months! I’m almost embarassed. I thought no one would care, especially since there are so few comments. I do read and love your comments by the way.

I recently realized this diary is quickly turning into an erotic novel. It’s already close to 20′000 words! At this rate, it will reach 50′000 words before summer. Perhaps I should publish it by then.

Would you readers care if I posted some fiction here (clearly marked, of course) along with diaries entries? It’s up to you.

Work, work and more work. Then courses, studies, errands, whatever. I hardly have five minutes for myself. Half of these posts I typed on my PDA during courses, keyboard on my lap. I need to take a break. I know, I say that all the time and it never happens. I only manage to scavenge a few hours here and there and I spend most of them having sex. Speaking of work, I haven’t dared masturbating at the office since the latest incident and it’s killing me. I don’t think I can take it much longer. I’m seriously looking for a safe way to get off at the workplace… oh, and at the university too. But I’m scared like hell of getting caught!

My lover and I climb the stairs above the walls of a castle, outside, midway to a tower. The weather is perfect. It’s noon with the sun high and there is a gentle, cool breeze. We stop right there in the middle of the stairs. The view is beautiful. On our left, green pastures as far as the eye can reach. On our right, a majestic castle down there. We enjoy the view for a few minutes, embracing each other.

Then we start kissing passionately. Soon we cannot resist going down and sit on the stairs. He gently pushes me down, using his bag as a cushion for my head, and brushes my free hair. We resume kissing. His hands are all over my body, and mine over his. He pulls down my dress. I wear no bra. He fondles my breasts, then kisses them. He bites and sucks my nipples a bit. It feels so good. I am so wet already. I would like him to come inside me already but he won’t, making me wait, even beg.

I brush his hair while he keeps eating and caressing my breasts. He pulls my dress further down and throws it away. I am completely naked under him now. He goes down on me, starting to tease, then eat my pussy. I bend my head backward and stare at the beautiful blue sky. His lips and tongue eat my pussy lips and clit so well I could faint. I press his head against me and my pelvis against him. Oh my god, it feels so good! No man has ever eaten me so passionately. I come almost right away, my screams of pleasure echoing in the void. He won’t stop yet. He keeps sucking my clit, making circles and all sorts of shapes with his tongue. I squeeze one of my breasts, then the second. He raises me a bit with his hands. My feeling intensifies, as do my moans. I can no longer control myself, quivering. I moan, scream, then come again, and again, and again. He keeps eating me for hours until I beg him to stop, exhausted.

But of course that is not the end of it. I pull down his pants and underwear, revealing his titanic erection. His cock is so huge that I wonder how it can fit inside me. But it goes just fine as he penetrates me. He thrusts so deep, pushes the walls of my vagina so far, this is unbelievable. He lies on top of me, staring into my eyes, then kisses me. I moan in his mouth, manage to catch my breath because I can’t cope with my nose. His sweat, his fluids mix with mine. He is so strong, so warm, so hot! I need a lot of time to come, but when I explode it lasts forever, like a whole minute of endless climaxing. Somehow he does not come with me, but continues thrusting, until I have a second, even a third mind-blowing orgasm.

Then he comes out of me, puts his member between my breasts and climaxes on my chest. I can feel his warm semen running down my neck, my chin. I put his cock in my mouth and lick the remains. It tastes so sweet. He gets another erection even before having the time to go limp as I keep licking, sucking and stroking him, gently caressing his testicles, his stomach, brushing his pubic hair. He resumes moaning. I turn him down on the stairs and now I’m the one over him, sucking him. He puts his hands on my head and brushes my hair while I pleasure him. He can’t help pushing a bit and I feel he is about to come. When he does, his load fills my mouth and I passionately drink it to the last drop.

Then I lay over him and rest my head on his chest. We stay there for a while and fall asleep in each other’s arms, naked, legs interlaced, under the sun.

I’ve been exchanging with Eric through email and he told me to call him on Friday evening. Of course he would be away from the country, but he would have plenty of time for himself (and so would I).

When I came back from work I almost immediately jumped into the bath. I had been reduced to taking quick showers recently and I intended to relax a bit. Of course I thought about masturbating but I had something else in mind, so not yet. I must admit the idea of touching myself while in the bath, especially being horny as I was, drove me crazy. I didn’t even dare to tease myself, but I couldn’t help fantasizing, eyes closed. I thought of the night I spent with my latest lover, and of what the next one would be like. I also remembered my fantasy. I wish I could realize it with him. Just thinking about it was enough to get my nipples erect and my clit swelled.

Then I laid down on the bed, wearing only my bathrobe, and called him on the phone. I used a wireless headset so I could have both hands free. We exchanged a few quick words, like how we missed each other, then I asked him:

“Guess where I am now?”

“Home?” he answered.

“More precisely…” I asked.

“I have no idea.”

“I’m laying down on my bed. Guess what I am wearing?”

“Let me guess…”

“Nothing but my bathrobe. I’m opening it now.”

Silence.

“You wish you could see that, don’t you?” I said.

“Of–”

“Don’t worry, next time I’ll set up my webcam so you can watch. Tonight all you can do is listen. Right now I’m fondling my breasts. Thinking about you makes me so horny. I wanted to do that all week.”

Then I groaned, and moaned. I enjoyed that a lot. I tried to do it the way he would.

“You like my breasts, don’t you?”

“Of course I like them. Do you like them pinched?”

“Anything for you, my love.”

And I did just that, moaning louder. Then my hands slid down to my sides, my thighs.

“I mustn’t forget the rest of my body, though. I like to caress my thighs.” did I say between two moans.

“Don’t you touch your pussy yet!” he commanded.

“Of course not. What would you have me do?”

“How about you get back to those breasts?”

“Doing already. Tell me, how would you caress them?”

“Let me see… If that was me, I would be eating them, but you won’t do that.”

“Too bad.”

“I think I would squeeze them a bit, and run circles around your nipples.”

“These nipples are begging for that.”

And I proceed, moaning as much as usual, laughing a bit. I started to get really wet.

“You’re so good. I want you so badly.”

“Just hang on, sweetheart. I’ll be there soon.”

And I kept doing it, for minutes. I liked to believe he was really doing these things to me in person. I remebered how it was like the night he actually did. That alone made my body quiver.

“I like your moans, honey.”

I giggled.

“I wish I could pleasure you myself tonight.”

I picked up my Lynx-Titanium from the case and assembled it. Then I turned it on for him to hear.

“This is my best friend, Lynx. It’s a metal rod. It is almost as large as your cock. That will do for tonight.”

And I imagined it really was his cock when I inserted it into myself and started to thrust.

“Oh my god…” I muttered between moans growing in intensity. I couldn’t stop shaking, neither could I help myself from squeezing my breast with my free hand. I folded my legs back, closed my eyes and moaned louder, thinking of my lover listening to my pleasure. Then I heard the sound of a closing door from his side.

“Can’t help it,” he said.

“Bathroom door?” I managed to ask.

“Yeah. I’m stroking it now.”

“Wait for me, will you?”

“Sure, honey.”

My pleasure suddenly intensified. I heard his sweet moans, but at this point I could no longer speak. I had a spasm as a wave shook my entire body, pushing my legs apart, feet on the mattress, toes curled. Then I raised my body, standing on my toes and shoulders, as I was about to come. I couldn’t help screaming. His moans grew louder and more acute too. I thrusted the vibe faster and deeper, pressing on the walls of my vagina, making circles. It felt so good. I could hardly breathe. My body was so tense that it was almost painful. I didn’t know for how long I could keep that stance but at the same time I could not control myself either. I felt sweat drops run down all over my body, especially under my thighs, right below my cheeks. Cold, but also pleasure, sent a chill down my spine as I came, arching my back, screaming with joy, thrusting my pelvis along with my vibe, bending my head backward deep into the pillow, rolling my eyes backward too, moaning, screaming, gasping as I fell back on the mattress, exhausted, trying to catch my breath. He came right after me, his moans turning into cute gasps and groans.

“I love you,” I confessed while turning off the vibe.

“Me too,” he replied. “That was a superb show tonight.”

“Next time I’ll let you watch.”

And then I confessed that twice I had made love in front of the camera (I still have tapes), and since then I had become hooked enough to masturbate in front of a webcam quite a few times for my lovers to enjoy. We chatted about a lot of things then, about what we would like to do to each other, when we could meet next, etc. I wish he comes back in town soon.

I wish all of you a very romantic night.

Unfortunately for me, my boyfriend is still away and I’ll probably spend the night at the office, crumbling under paperwork. Have fun for me too!

Among all of my friend Vanessa’s adult DVD’s, there was only one she wouldn’t recommend to me. It was gay porn, and according to her it was rather poor. She ended up giving it to me out of despair for my interest for this sole item. Of her entire collection, it was the only one I liked. At first I was afraid it wouldn’t be… manly enough. Fortunately my fears were unfounded.

I put the movie into the DVD player in my room after taking a quick shower, shen laid down on my bed, wearing only my underwear and bathrobe, both hands on my stomach. After twenty minutes, the show had aroused me enough to start playing with myself. I ran my hands over my body like I usually do while watching the action, even though it was getting more distant every passing minute. The more I caressed myself and the more I was getting into it, closing my eyes and forgetting about anything beyond myself, although I could still hear the actors mutter and moan. Strange thing, I pulled down my panties first and stroked my clit until it would swell (that’s about as far as I can go without some kind of oil), even before I removed my bra. My breasts required immediate attention, which I granted them without further delay. They were hard, my nipples erect, welcoming whatever stimulation I gave them. Meanwhile I would distract myself by watching more of that excellent movie.

After another thirty minutes or so I resumed caressing myself, this time through my soft silk bathrobe. I didn’t know how long I could keep teasing myself like this through all senses, but I decided to make it as long as I could, perhaps going through the entire movie, who knows. Needless to say my resolution didn’t stand long and soon I reached for my Dolphin vibrator. I inserted it into my pussy but just let it stay inside and put both hands on the mattress. I liked the feeling of that phallic object filling my vagina. And I laid there, motionless, focusing on my breathing and the movie.

Soon I couldn’t help myself. I was clenching the vibrator without even realizing it. I wanted to thrust it so bad. My throbbing clit and my pulsing, wet vagina begged for more. I resigned myself to turning the vibrator on, but still lie motionless. I would take it as long as I could, then turn it off at first moan or spasm. Oh, that was quick. I had to turn it off almost imediately. My body shook out of frustration. I grabbed the sheets trying to resist the impulse, but hearing more action right in front of me made me give up. I turned the vibrator back on, this time for good. Just lie motionless. Be a good girl.

But good girls don’t moan, and I did. Still I had to keep my hands on the mattress and lie as still as I could. But as my moans, breathing, pulse, sweating and spasms intensified, it proved to be rather futile. I even swung my pelvis while clenching the vibe in despair. I was oblivious of everything around, overwhelmed by the stimuli, the urge to pleasuring myself in a more effective manner winning me over. I folded my legs, first pulling the sheets with my toes, then pulling back until my knees pressed against my chest. I had to push the vibe back inside with one hand as this manoeuver made it emerge a bit, while my other hand held my legs. Now not only my pelvis but my entire body attempted to thrust the Dolphin inside and out. I arched my back and moaned, crying, trying my best to resist but I was just too close to the edge to stand it any longer. I started to thrust the vibrator inside and out with my hand, falling on my side, still in fetal position, groaning, moaning, shaking, begging for a release. My vision was completely blurred but I couldn’t stop to dry them, so I just closed my eyelids. It became so intense that for a moment I couldn’t even moan, short of breath. I pushed my legs away from my chest, knees still bent, arching my back even more, gasping as I finally climaxed, shaking, not even able to keep thrusting the vibrator, rolling on my stomach, moaning and shedding tears into my pillow, trying to catch my breath. Oh, bliss. Once it was over, I turned the vibrator off and laid there without even pulling it out. I fell asleep in that position.

In the end, I didn’t follow half of the movie. I’ll certainly replay it later, though.

Even since I started really slowing down in my professional life I didn’t really enjoy either a party or a male partner. Last night I had both! It’s a rather long story and I was so drunk I’m not sure I remember everything right, but here it goes.

One of my friends gave a reception at her house like she does a few times every year, although every time in the past I had declined, but this time I gladly accepted. Of course her telling me there might be handsome single men helped me make up my mind, otherwise I might not have bothered; too much people, noise and cigarette smoke for my taste. Oh, and since her house isn’t that big, we end up stepping on each other’s toes all the time.

I forgot all of that at my first glance at that young, handsome guy just showing up at the front door with his grey costume and his bottle of wine. Twenty something, tall, with light, black hair, hazel eyes, cute face, charming smile, nice build even through his clothes, cool gait… and he seems to be alone! He shook a few hands at the entrance and then comes my way. He passes me by, but we then have a few seconds to stare at each other. I didn’t know how to approach him. Fortunately he came to me instead.

It was a bit difficult to chat in that cluttered, noisy living room (and what’s with that boring, loud music anyway? can’t we turn it off please?), so instead of screaming all the time we ended up closing on each other, almost muttering into each other’s ear. There I learn we have a lot in common, starting with the fact that he works for… a competitor. Yep, he is an accountant too. We share a lot, like our love of good wines, novels, classical music, travels and whatever makes the financial world so fascinating. I learn he knows german and he travels there from time to time. He told me a lot of his stories, and in his eyes I felt like he would have wanted to show me as well. And he asked of me before I could tell him on my own. He’s a very forward person, open, honest, romantic, perhaps a bit bold but…

So we drank a lot and talked a lot. We were getting closer, both physically and mentally. We were close enough to smell and kiss each other in the neck. We pretended to dance so the otherwise obvious wouldn’t be so striking. It was the first time, drinking or not, that I was so open with a man. I just wanted to go somewhere private with him, right now; to hell with my reservations and what others would think. I could feel he desired me as well. We were so close, I could feel his erection. He was so hard, and likely so big! And his touch was so electric! His hands slid to my buttocks and cupped them. Could anybody see? I didn’t know if I should do something, but I just wanted them to remain right where they were. Besides, there were so many people bumping against each other on that floor I doubted anybody would pay attention. Quite bold myself, I pressed my body against his own, letting him feel my chest. Did he feel just the same as when I felt his erection? Apparently so, since we then stared into each other’s eyes and couldn’t let go. We desired each other so badly. We wanted out. Now.

Actually, we made the suggestion at the same time. I thought he would lead me out some place but instead we fled to the basement. He was gently pulling my hand, walking backward so we could still look at each other, even in the stairs. Down there we bursted out laughing, then he showed me to a somewhat spacious closet where we could have some intimacy. So we leaved the lights out, got in and closed the doors behind us, making ourselves comfortable among the clothing. We couldn’t see a thing, but we could feel each other. He pressed me against the wall, then himself against me. We tried to find each other’s lips in the dark using our fingers. We both cup our hands on each other’s chin. We closed on each other, our lips making contact. Not too fast! He explored my lips for a moment, then kissed me passionately, grabbing my hair and so did I. We keep kissing, cuddling, pressing ourselves against each other, feeling each other’s desire. I ran my hands on his large, strong back, pressing my chest against his, exciting him while feeling his own which must have excited me even more. I put my chin on his shoulder and he reached my neck, kissing, caressing. His legs were making their ways between mine. That’s where I wanted to stop.

“You really want to do it here?” I asked.

Then we bursted out laughing again. Of course we wanted to. But…

“You don’t happen to have one, do you?” he muttered into my ear.

“What are you talking about?” I replied.

“You know what. I… think I forgot to bring one.”

Shoot. I didn’t either. So we’re there in each other’s arms, ready to strip each other and perform the most daring lovemaking experience, and we happen not to have a condom. How pathetic. We agreed on going out and find some sex shop that was still open (all drugstores were closed; it was getting quite late), then a more intimate place. Surprisingly, he still wouldn’t let go of me, resuming kissing, then unbuttoning my shirt. I wondered what he was up to, but didn’t dare to ask him and ruin everything. He told me he wanted to warm me up first (whatever he had in mind). He is darn good at it! I don’t remember much nor could I see anything of what he did to me, but I could certainly feel it. During the next twenty minutes of so he skillfully stripped me half-naked, rubbing my breasts, fondling my skin with his powerful hands and fingers, making me even wetter that I already was. I felt his breath and his lips on my skin, on my undies. He didn’t remove my bra but it started to hurt a bit so I did myself, then he tasted my breasts directly. I didn’t want to moan in public but I couldn’t help myself. If anyone came down they would certainly hear! I removed his jacket, then bit into his shoulder as his hand went down between my legs. He wanted to remove my soft, silk panties but I told him not to. I didn’t want him to touch me down there with his bare fingers, but I hoped he would be clever enough to rub me through my panties, something I had wanted to try for a while. He did. I almost jumped on him, pressing him on the wall, humping his hand, kissing him in the mouth and moaning into it as well, holding his head into my full hands, brushing his hair with my fingers. We fell on our knees, still kissing furiously. His fingers moved faster on my lips and swollen clit, so skillfully. The contact of silk rubbing on my genitals was so pleasurable, more than I anticipated. His touch was divine, putting just the right pressure, making just the right moves.

I no longer had enough breath to keep kissing and I let go of a louder moan, louder than I should have. Would they hear up there? It only added to my excitation as I started laughing at the same time I was moaning. I was getting more aggressive, like every time I drink, so him just touching my crotch was no longer enough. I started to hump his tight instead. I certainly surprised him with this move, just as I was surprised when after a while I felt him grind my side. Feeling his erection increased my pleasure tenfold and I huddled him up even more intensely. We moved together, moaned together. I couldn’t help laughing between two groans, thinking of the situation, but soon I forgot as I sensed my orgasm build up. He said something I didn’t understand, but his voice was so erotic to my ears it didn’t matter. We kept going, and I heard him groan and he moved faster and so did I. At this point I couldn’t speak any more and I was getting so loud I had to bite into his shoulder once more, then tried the back of his neck. I heard then felt him come on me, his strokes getting more jerky, and that was enough to make me climax as well. The scream came out regardless of my precautions. I ground him even more powerfully that I thought I could, lasting my pleasure for as long as possible.

Then we both rested. Silly me, I started to cry again, on his shoulder. He enlaced me and we remained there for a while without moving. He told me I excited him so much earlier that he couldn’t resist me. Of course, sooner or later he had to ruin the moment by saying he had to clean himself up but I understand how it must be like. We kissed each other and got out, then I put my clothes back on as fast as I could. I wanted to go to the bathroom with him but resisted the urge. I imagined him cleaning himself from the pleasure I gave him. I fantasized about how his penis would be, even how it would feel like when he finally fills me. My mind was running wild across his naked body. Finally he came out, and we fled outside without even telling anyone.

It was quite cold outside, and it felt even colder after such a warm exercise. We held each other while he called for a taxi with his cell phone (we were still drunk, after all). Then we drove to the very same sex shop I went earlier, that I knew was still opened until 3PM. Eric told me to wait for him, that he wouldn’t be long. Whatever. It felt like an eternity anyway. Then he came back and we asked the driver for the best and (being drunk and childish) the most quiet hotel in town, and there we go. I don’t remember much about that part, only that I would have devoured him even on the back seat of the car. I must have told the driver a dozen time to drive faster while laughing and every time he smiled and said “yes, ma’am!”. We both gave him the biggest tip he probably ever received.

We resisted the urge to fuck right there in the hotel’s hallway, waiting until we had reached a room instead. For a moment I was nervous, wondering if there were any vacancies, or if they still rented rooms at this late hour, but everything went smoothly. So we took the elevator up to the… oh well, I don’t remember the floor but it was ten something. I thought about doing it right there in the elevator, and so did he (I think), but it was better to wait for the bed. It must have taken my lover one minute to open the door, but I certainly wasn’t helping. Finally, we got inside the room and closed the door. He pressed me against the wall right there like he did in the closet and kissed me again. Then I passed my legs around his waists while he lifts me and carries me to the bed, still kissing of course. He laid me on the bed, then removed his coat, jacket and shirt, finally revealing his bare skin! And he has the sexiest body I have ever seen! Strong arms, pectorals and abdominal muscles, elegant grayish hair on his chest. Then he laid down on me and kissed me again passionately. We didn’t need much foreplay but wanted some anyway.

We must have kissed and cuddled forever. We wanted to go on but couldn’t. I can still feel his hand brushing my untied hair, his mouth everywhere on my face, neck, shoulders. I remember the feeling of my hands running on his skin, exploring the curves of his muscles. I still can’t believe there are guys like that anywhere in the real world. He’s so athletic! Even there I wondered if he felt the same about me, I’m not sure. But I was too drunk to worry. At some point I took the initiative, turning him over on his back, and attacked his chest, breathing, kissing it, brushing his hair. He put his hands on me, still caressing my hair while I relished his skin with my tongue. It had been quite a while since last time I had tasted a man, let alone a real one! He was definitely enjoying that, especially when I reached his hairy belly button while unbuttoning his pants. I heard him groan and felt his hands squeeze me harder. He liked that, but I didn’t want to go down on him, at least not too quickly. So I sat on his abdomen and guided his hands to my chest. He wanted to unbutton my shirt like every gentleman would but I grabbed his wrist and pulled down quickly, making his fingers pop up all buttons at once (I was really drunk). I bended over him and muttered something like “Attack me baby!” and “Devour me!”… could I really say that? I’m usually so shy when I’m sober, and look how aggressive I was a bottle of wine and a few ounces of gin later!

Whatever. I didn’t need to say it twice. I almost thought he would bite my jugular like a vampire and shred my flesh like a werewolf. I bet right then he knew exactly what I wanted. He tacked me against the mattress and ate my breasts, pulling the demi-bra down instead of unbuckling it. He said something like “You like that babe, say you like it!” and I couldn’t help approving him, answering “Oh yeah, keep it on!”, clutching him as hard as I could, although he might not have felt anything since I’m not very strong. I closed my eyes for a while, feeling his grasp on me and his mouth sucking my breasts, and then opened my eyes again, staring at the ceiling, bursting out laughing. I groaned, then moaned, then screamed as he was doing it harder. I could sense the texture of his tongue, but also his teeth. His way of half-biting me was the most exciting, savage foreplay experience I ever had with any lover. I knew he desired me very intensely.

He turned me over on my stomach then massaged and tasted my back pretty much the same way I enjoyed his chest. His hands sometimes slid to my sides and even teased my breasts. Meanwhile I just enjoyed myself, closing my eyes. When he slipped his hands under me and resumed massaging my breasts, while his knee forced its way between my legs, I moaned into the pillow, biting it. About a minute later, he turned me on my back and went down on me, pulling down my pants after unbuttoning them with his teeth. He teased my inner thighs a bit then removed my long soaked panties and ate my pussy furiously. I couldn’t help screaming while arching my back at the powerful contact of his tongue on my clit. Oh yeah, that’s it. I put my hands on his strong neck, pressing his mouth harder against my crotch. He was so good at it. Sadly, he almost ruined everything when he started to finger me at the same time. I had to push him back because of the discomfort and tell him not to do that. He nodded, perplexed, then resumed his duty. Each of his lick sent a chill up to my neck. I could no longer breathe normally, nor even look up at the ceiling since I was so much arched backward I was rather facing the upper section of the wall behind instead. I felt my sweat run down my chest and stomach to my sides and between my legs, and also some dropping from under my thighs. The pleasure he was providing me was so intense that my body was quivering. I felt cold because of the sweat, but also because of the wind from outside and just realized it somehow had been left half opened. I started to raise my pelvis and move it, and he clenched my bottom to support me. I love to be raised a bit like that while eaten. I tried to tell him that I liked that but all I could do was moan louder and louder, press him harder against me and tense my muscles even more. I was about to come. I screamed and shook with joy. As usual, I had this feeling I would never be delivered, that the release wouldn’t happen. And then I came, arching my back even more, screaming, pushing my pelvis toward him like my pussy was an offering to him, pulling his hair, moaning a bit between two screams, bearing a mind-blowing orgasm that never seemed to stop. Even after I fell back on the bed, he wouldn’t leave, drinking my abundant juices while I was catching my breath.

Then he got on his knees, raised my legs and removed my socks, sucking my toes. That’s when I first saw his huge cock pointing its head out of his underwear. All I could say is “Wooow…” (I really said it!). I got on my knees myself and pulled his pants and underwear down, that he removed and threw away while I stroked and tasted his huge, moist penis. It was definitely the largest I had seen, even slightly larger (and mightier) than my Lynx-Titanium vibrator. I also held his balls and brushed the hair all around. That’s where he pulled a condom outside the box, broke the envelope and put it into my hand, closing my fingers on it. Right, I knew what to do with it. I pulled his skin down, then slowly rolled the preservative down while sucking the head of his penis. I wondered for a moment if even an XXL would fit him but it went down just fine. I wanted to resume where I left but he had other plans, pushing me back on the bed, then pulling up my legs over his shoulders and inserting his member deeply into me, thrusting quite fast, violently hitting my cervix every time. I was afraid it would hurt but it was alright. No man even went that deep inside me before and it excited me. But the best thing is how he actually filled me. Each thrust pushed the walls of my vagina far more than I was used to. Yet it wasn’t painful, only more intense. I rested my head on the pillow, closing my eyes, feeling him inside me, feeling pleasure invading me, my orgasm slowly building up. I could hear him grown from his own pleasure, the wet sound of intercourse, of my fluids glossing his erect member. I couldn’t help reaching and squeezing my breasts. Of course I was moaning, as much as my difficult breathing would allow. He said something like he liked to hear me moan between two of his own moans (I like to hear a guy’s pleasure). His pace quickened, and so did his breathing. I wondered if he could hold long enough for me to come too, but I felt it coming at this very moment, that sweetness inside me. I told him to go harder while I was still able to speak. I screamed and shook when he changed his angle of penetration, stimulating more sensitive areas. Yeeesss… I started to move the best I could too to accompany him while squeezing my breasts even harder, planting my nails inside my flesh like I use to do, moaning, screaming, shaking my head, bending it backward. There it was… OH FUCK! I didn’t think I could arch my back in that awkward position but somehow I managed to do it, that explosive orgasm commanding it. I screamed even louder, shook then shivered, curling my toes, my pelvis making erratic thrusting movement and so was the rest of my body as I couldn’t stand in place, completely out of control, overwhelmed by pleasure and joy spreading in pulses and waves throughout my body to its farthest extensions. It lasted long enough for me to run out of breath, gasp then resume moans and screams for a few more seconds until I could finally rest, exhausted.

I opened my eyes to watch the sweet expression on his face as he was about to come himself. I moved my legs down to his sides and clenched him around his waist with them, enlacing him with my arms, and pulled him down toward me, so close our foreheads would almost make contact. Feeling him so close to me, so close to climax was ecstatic. He groaned and moaned louder, his eyes getting really cute. Right before he came his thrusts became jerks, and then he had spasms as he gasped, thrusting more slowly but more violently, coming inside me, expelling his semen. Then he stopped, resting on me a bit, all sweaty, catching his breath. We stared at each other for a long, blissful moment. I caressed him, still feeling him penis inside me. I told him I loved him, and he answered with a long, passionate kiss. I couldn’t help crying, as usual. He noticed tears running on my cheeks of course, but before he could ask I rolled over him, kissed him back and rested my head on his shoulder, asking him to enlace me. And so he did. And we rested like that a bit more, in each other’s arms. He finally asked me why I was crying but I didn’t bother to answer. He turned me on my back, kissed me, then drank my tears. I believe this is the most romantic thing a man ever did to me. We couldn’t help kissing each other for perhaps an hour after that while cuddling. It was so sweet.

I thought many times we would resume lovemaking but we fell asleep in each other’s arms instead, tired and, well, drunk, don’t forget. When I woke up my head was still spinning. It was morning already. He had already gotten up and got dressed, but he stayed there, sitting on the chair, watching me sleep completely naked.

“You’re so lovely,” he told me.

I didn’t know what to answer. I got up, leaned over him and kissed him. “Last night was wonderful,” I said, putting my forehead on his, my hands behind his neck, kissing him again. Then I sat on him and we enlaced each other, leaning my head on his.

“Tell me, why is it that such a charming male like you doesn’t have a girlfriend?” I asked for no apparent reason.

Quite the bold question. He sighed. “I’ve never managed to keep one for long because of my schedule.”

Sounded like something I could have said myself.

“I don’t mind that. I’m quite busy myself.” Then I added: “Will you spend the day with me?”

“I’m sorry, I have to go before noon”, he replied. “I have to be in Munich tonight.”

Now I was the one sighing.

“Will you call me at least?” I asked.

“Of course I will,” he reassured me. Right then he gave me his business card. I grabbed a ballpoint pen in his pocket and wrote down my own number on my panties, which I gave him. He smelled them, then folded them and put them in a pocket of his jacket. As he was about to leave, we kissed each other goodbye, although we couldn’t let go of each other until another ten minutes or so. Once he had finally left, I took a long, hot shower, almost falling asleep in there. I still couldn’t believe last night. It was so wild, so passionate. He was perfect. I just hope I can have him for myself, regardless of the risks for my career (my boss wouldn’t appreciate if he knew I was sleeping with someone working for the competition, but to hell with that). I think I love him. Do you believe in love at first sight? I fell for him the moment I saw him, something that had never happened before. Like we were meant to be together.

I can’t wait to meet him again.