I, Arielle: My Sex Diary

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.