I, Arielle: My Sex Diary

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.