Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

 

It’s been a long night and I am so damn tired. It’s been such a long time since I wrote you and I know that I should really keep up with my journaling but it’s hard to do when there is so much crap going on. I’m confused cause I don’t know if being with Corbin is such a good idea. Like what would I do if my mom were still alive? She would be so disappointed.

 

Corbin and I have being seeing each other now for two months. It was never meant to happen! It’s just that night after my moms funeral he was so sad. We sat up and talked for hours. We have always been able to talk. Ever since I was a young girl. He would come into my room and just sit at the edge of my bed and listen and give me advice. For someone who is twenty years my senior he’s always been good looking. My mom was ten years older then him, but that never mattered to her. He was always kind and as my mom said so responsible.

 

Of course had she known about that night he came home drunk and she was working late she might not have thought so highly of him. It was a total accident of course. He never would have had he been sober, he just walked in. I was in my room and I didn’t expect anyone to come home till way later in the night.

 

All the lights were out in my room except my table lamp. I had just got home from my date with Daryl and I was so horny. We had our first kiss and I had major butterflies in my stomach. I was still reeling from the experience. My legs were spread open and I was fingering myself. Just enjoying that feeling of touch on my pussy. I was slipping my fingers in my slit and it felt so good. I didn’t hear the kitchen door open. I didn’t see him till he pushed my bedroom door open. He was coming in like he always did. I never kept my door completely closed. I opened my eyes and I saw him staring at me.

 

I didn’t move my hand. I didn’t pull the covers over me. I was to stun to move. Corbin just stared at me. The excitement of having him watch me aroused me even more. I pushed my fingers in me deeper and you could here the wetness of my movement. It was like slow motion. He walked towards me and like in a movie he rushed towards my pussy. He picked up my hips and plunged his face into my pussy. My body just quivered! I felt his tongue licking the entire pink lips and I felt his teeth scrape me. He was mauling my cunt and I was in heaven. I didn’t want him to stop. My hands gripped the sheets and sounds escaped me that I had never heard before!

 

I was like a rag doll in his grips. He turned me over and I don’t know how or when he unzipped his pants but his cock was free to find me. I felt his girth in me and he plunged deep within. His hands where free to roam my naked skin. He pinched my nips and he kissed my neck. I didn’t know what to do but stay limber for him. He never said a word to me and I didn’t know what to expect next. His cock was so thick and hard. Feeling it inside me was pure ecstasy it felt right and I wanted it to continue forever.

 

He lowered me to the bed, my stomach on the sheets and his movements slowed. He rubbed his thumb on my ass. I could feel our juices running down my leg and he was getting my ass wet with his tongue. The thought of it was gross but the feeling aroused me even more. Next thing I know I could feel the pressure of his cock trying to enter. I could already tell that tonight I was losing my virginity in two ways. His entrance was slow. He pushed in and out several times. Each time he would push in a little more. It felt good. I enjoyed the slow movement and the pressure wasn’t too much to make it painful. Finally he had made his way completely in. It’s hard to describe how his penis in my ass felt so good, it just did. He leaned over me and with his hand he played with my clit and the butterflies I felt with Daryl was nothing compared to those I felt with Corbin.

 

I felt my pussy swell and I felt his cock get harder more rigid like there was something about to burst. He quickly pulled out and told me to roll over. I did as I was told. I wasn’t sure what to expect next, but I wasn’t expecting him to ask me anything. He asked me to suck his cock. I had never seen one before and I wasn’t sure if this was something I really wanted to do, but I did want to please him. I got up on my knees and I licked him first. I felt his body shudder, like there was something he was desperately holding back. I licked him a few more times and the taste wasn’t bad, so I put my mouth around the head of his cock and moved my head up and down on him. Next thing I know he puts his hand on my neck and pulls me forward them he pulls me away from him just enough to get to the head of his cock. Then me pull me toward his groin again. I got the rhythm he was trying to express to me and with enough force I sucked his cock hard. He never pulled his hand away. His body moved with my movements and then he pulled me so close to him. Finally he shoved his cock down my throat and he wouldn’t loosen his grip. I felt his hips fucking my mouth and I instantly get aroused again. I enjoyed this forcefulness.

 

Then like he was fucking my pussy he plunges deep into my mouth and I taste this saltiness feeling my mouth making me gag. He’s coming in my mouth. I didn’t know what to do with it. If I allowed it to fill my mouth much more I was going to for sure choke. So I swallowed. The action of me swallowing it pleased him instantly. I swallowed every bit of his cum then I sucked him off just a little bit more. He moaned and his body made slight jerking movements. Finally he pulled away. I remained on my knees and just looked at him. He bent over and laid me down on my bed. He kissed my mouth, then my breast. I wanted him to take me again. He rubbed my already swollen clit till I had one final orgasm. I closed my eyes for just a second. I felt his hand pull away and I wanted him to stay, but he didn’t. I knew he couldn’t.

 

After that night we didn’t talk much around my mom. It was a silent shame we both shared. As much as I wanted that night repeated we never did it again, until after my moms death. I was sixteen then, I’m twenty now and I wanted him now just as much as I did then. So for myself it was no surprise that after my mothers’ death he and I would once again find each other in one another’s arms.

 

 

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