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.

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.

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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.

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.

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.

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.