Dear Diary,
How it happened, I don’t know. What I know is that it turned out to be the most pleasant sensation I never expected.
5:30PM.
A lazy, relaxed Friday evening at hostel it is, following a
terribly stressful week of course work. My roomie had earlier on given me plot for the evening but I had turned her down, asking her to go alone as I prefer staying back to catch up with my favorite series, “The Vampire Diaries.”
6:18PM.
There on my bed I lie, remote in my hand, eyes on the screen. Vampire Diaries. Am putting on a silken, really short pink skirt that barely covers halfway my brown thighs; a loose T shirt that formerly belonged to my boyfriend, and totally nothing else inside. The circulating air beneath gives more relief. After all I don’t expect anyone to walk in or so I think.
6:23PM.
Buzzz! Buzzz! It’s a message. From Baè! Baè! “Swthrt r u thea?
Can I pass by?” He inquires. My heart is palpitating. It always does when I get a text from him. “Yes honey, come over.”
6:30.
Knock, knock! That fast, I wonder. I race to the door, open it slightly and peer
through the opening. It’s him. My prince charming. I wear the most
seductive smile, as I welcome him in. When his whole body is inside,
he hugs me tightly. Jeez! His subtly musky scent is killing me
inside! It’s doing things to my body my oblongata can’t even explain. By the time I finish sitting down beside him on my bed, my chocolate brown, well-rounded succulent pair of boobs is firm already. I can feel the tits piercing through the fabric of the T shirt as it smoothly rubs against them. I can feel my juices trickling down between my legs. Am I horny, no, yah but no. He does not notice.
6:55PM.
His arm around my waist now, that drives me wild! He continues
saying unintelligible things to me, I can hardly pay attention. All I can imagine is him on top of me, pounding my wet insides with all the manly strength he can muster. Unfortunately he still doesn’t get it.
7:00PM.
“Honey, my back is itching somewhere I can’t reach, scratch me
please.” I trick him. I lie on the bed so he can scratch, my back
facing him. I fold and tuck my right leg just on the outside of my
belly, and leave the other leg straightened. I know how short my skirt is, so as I fold my leg, I know that it’s getting pulled up, slightly revealing my butt cheeks. I know that as he tries to scratch, he can see my glistening love-hole in that 90 degree angle I have created with my legs, for I have no panty on he gets the cue.
7:10PM.
He turns me over so that am now lying on my back. He pins me
to the bed and straddles me. I watch lustfully as he brings his big
palms and rests them on top of my t-shirt-clad boobs. He starts
caressing them in circular motion, intentionally avoiding my now-erect tits.
Oh! sorry till next Saturday it’s bad manners to reveal bedroom secrets. Yours truly Ritah The Monger
