I’ve never understood the whole reason for writing Dear Diary, as if you’re someone I’m really conversing with, but I’ll do it anyway. Funny that I’m explaining this on paper now. I’m also shaking my head and laughing about this part of the entry. OK, enough of me talking to you as if you’re a person instead of some paper bound between a supple piece of leather. I guess I do this because writing in a diary is a new experience for me, so you’ll need to bear with me until I get used to the process.
Last night was amazing. Sam had a wonderful evening planned for us that included, dinner and a play at our local dinner theater. It’s the kind where your waiter/waitress is also in the play. Love, Sex and the IRS has always been a favorite of mine and Sam knows this. So we ate dinner and then the play started, during the intermission we got our dessert and the play resumed. So much fun watching the actors and actresses running around like being chased by some crazed axe murderer, making sure our drinks were filled and our orders delivered.
So the play ended and we were sitting in our room at home. Sam was sitting in the chair with a glass of bourbon, while I was sitting on the bed watching him, watch me roll my thigh high stocking down my legs. I stood up to undo the zipper on my dress, but I couldn’t reach it. Sam saw me struggling, walked over to help, did just that, and then walked back to the chair he’d abandoned.
As I pulled the dress forward, I let it drop to the floor and stepped out of it. I was getting ready to pick it up when he told me to stop. I did stop and straightened with a glance over my shoulder at him. He smiled at me an told me to lie down on the bed. I did so without question, as was the nature of our relationship. I learned long ago to go along with what he wanted from me in the bedroom. It makes for a mutually beneficial, sexual relationship, and I’m never disappointed.
I lie back on the bed, in a reclining position, against the pillows. Sam is still in the chair with his bourbon, and a light over his right shoulder that cast shadows across him so I couldn’t see his facial expressions. It’s alright that I can’t see them as I have all of them committed to memory. Sam tells me to run my hands up and down my body, slowly. and I do, starting from my face, to my neck and collarbone, and my breasts. He tells me to stop there and to pull on my nipples so they’ll harden more than they are now. I do as I’m told and start to squirm. You see, I can feel that in my pussy, and it makes me a little crazy with the need to be filled by Sam.
After a few minutes, Sam tells me to continue caressing my body. My hands are moving slowly downward until I get to my hips. Sam tells me to rub the outer and inner part of my thighs but not to touch myself there until he tells me to. I do as I’m told, though it’s driving me insane. I run my hands up and down my thighs and let my fingertips barely graze over the skin. I’m getting a little worked up and Sam watches to make sure I do exactly as I’m told.
He tells me to open my eyes and look at him. As I said, there’s shadow across his face, but I know and can feel the passion lurking beneath the surface. He needs me. He wants me. I can feel it from across the room. After a minute of staring at each other, he tells me I can run my fingers up and down my pussy, but he doesn’t want me to insert my fingers. After all of the torturous caressing I’ve already endured, at my own hands no less, I knew I’d be wet. We continue to stare at each other while I did what I was told. My fingers were becoming coated with my juices, and I could smell myself which drove me more insane.
Finally, he stands and walks over to the bed, and takes a deep breath. He sits down on the bed, fully clothed, next to me and watches me work my fingers up and down the folds of my pussy. He’s no longer looking in my eyes. His eyes are fixed on my fingers and my pussy and the way I’m running them up and down. He grabs my hand and slowly licks them clean. Oh…. My….. God…. I can feel that deep inside me. I can feel it getting me closer to the edge of a steep cliff, and I’m about to fall over the edge. One long draw on my middle finger and I’ve lost it. I let out a low growl as I come. It was one of the most incredible orgasms I’d ever had. He knew the feel of his hot moist mouth licking and sucking my fingers would make me come, but it did. Oh my, did it ever.
When the wave of that orgasm had passed a little, I looked at him and asked him if he was going to make love to me, or fuck me tonight. Sam smiled a devilishly wicked grin and said, “I’m going to fuck you like the dirty little slut you are, of course”. I smiled as I rolled over onto my stomach, and he tied his neck tie around my wrists after looping them though the headboard on our bed. As he bent over me to secure the knot, he bit me on the shoulder, sending a shockwave through my body. I couldn’t wait to be used by him. To be fucked so thoroughly that I’d feel it for a day or two. I couldn’t wait to feel him slide inside of me. I didn’t have to wait long.
Beautifully erotic.. Something I