I, Arielle: My Sex Diary

This happened back when I was 17. My boyfriend Ben and I went to his house one afternoon of July while nobody was home. We were already kissing furiously passing the doorstep. He was supposed to take my virginity that day but little did he know about that and I was way too embarassed to admit it.

Ben was one year older than me. He was very cute, tall, brown hair, well built and I had been suspecting for a while that his cock was superb as well. I had been dreaming about him for weeks before we started going out (and eventually making out) and I knew he had his eyes on me as well. I would often go watch his football games and even a few training sessions.

We climbed the stairs, me going first backward, unable to take our hands off each other’s bodies. Then he guided me to his room and laid me down on his bed. We didn’t even bother to close the window since we were on the second floor. We kissed and caressed longer and more intensely. He liked to brush my hair with his fingers, stare into my eyes, then kiss my eyelids, my cheeks, my neck. He was pressing himself against me, but I hesitated to do the same. I must have been so clumsy for my first time under a guy! But he didn’t seem to care. Desperate to save face nonetheless, I went down to his waist then pulled up his shirt, revealing his strong, hairy chest. He dominated me for a couple seconds when I could take a very good look at him half-naked, then falling back on me, pressing his erect member through his pants against my stomach.

Quite unexpectedly, he resumed kissing while pulling my arms above my head and holding them there. I didn’t understand why he moved a bit up to kneel until he had handcuffed my first wrist to the bed, and on with the second, so skillfully, without even needing to look at what he was doing. What the hell was he doing? I didn’t care much after all, I was way too much into it for that. His mouth slid to my neck, then to my chest, unbuttoning my shirt, kissing, breathing on my wet skin. He had removed my bra before I had realized it. I couldn’t believe how experienced he was! Compared to him, I was nothing but a timid virgin.

He knew too well that to do with a pair of breasts. Soon I couldn’t contain my moans as he kissed, massaged, licked, then squeezed my breasts gently but firmly, running his teeths on my erect nipples, sucking them. I wanted to hold him so badly but I was bound to the bed. It felt like he would explore my breasts forever. That doesn’t mean he neglected the rest of my body though, his hands taking great care of that. His touch made me shiver, especially when he reached my sensitive flanks. I moaned, groaned, laughed even more when he went further and pulled down my pants. He teased my wet pussy through my panties, then my inner thighs, then down to my feet, massaging them, sucking my toes. He was so good, far more than I had naively dreamed of.

Then he gently pulled down my panties and dived right between my legs, licking my pussy, pulling my lips, then sucking my swollen clit. Oh my god! I gasped and pushed my pelvis toward his mouth. The feeling of a man’s tongue is bliss and I literally begged him for more between two moans, while he lifted me high with a firm grasp on my buttocks, my legs over his shoulders. More, more! Tension was building up inside, I was feeling it. I closed my eyes, quivered, arched backward, moaned, screamed, gasped then screamed more, curled my toes, opened my legs wider. Oh yes! That’s it… His tongue was so sweet, so powerful, each of its moves sending waves of pleasure down my spine. I wanted to reach my breasts but I couldn’t, what didn’t stop me from pulling on my cuffs, on the edge of fainting from being unable to accelerate the process. It was lasting forever, driving me mad.

At some point I couldn’t even moan. I wanted to come so badly! I couldn’t believe it was taking that long, standing on the edge, but I knew it couldn’t take much longer. I felt it go beyond the point of no return, then I shivered as I finally climaxed in his mouth. I screamed, releasing the accumulated tension of what must have been half an hour of intense stimulation, shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. Then I begged him to stop, crying.

Good timing, I must say, as we heard a car entering the garage. His parents were back home early! He quickly released me, then I grabbed my clothes and ran to the bathroom while he put his shirt back on, just in time before they came inside. That was very close! I had never been that scared before in all my life. What a wonderful moment ruined, by the way. He would have to take my virginity another day. I can’t tell if I felt more disappointed or relieved, though. Perhaps I pitied Ben even more… I owed him one, but that’s another story.