Dear Diary
What a wickedly wonderful time I had with Ryan, secreted in his hotel room between business meetings. My pussy still feels a little swollen, and my nipples retain a latent tingle from all the ways we played, a delicious ache, twinges of which remind me of my hook up with Ryan.
He’s a bit of a bad boy, my friends have warned me about him, saying he’ll never settle down, that he’s all about the challenge of the chase. So I keep it secret that we’re hooking up, in hotel rooms close to appointments he has. I get such a thrill when I’m meeting up with Ryan, I slick my knickers on the train travelling to our rendezvous, remembering things we’ve got up to on past occasions and letting my mind wander to what we might do this time. Diary, let me tell you how this played out.
It’s so illicit stripping down to underwear in the middle of the day, even though I bought the peek-a-boo black bra and panties specifically. I grabbed his shirt to cover up as I left the marble bathroom, feeling suddenly shy under his penetrating gaze. Ryan is masterful, making my knees weak and pussy throb, so when he growled that I should sit with my back against him I hurried to crawl up that huge bed to snuggle against his chest.
As he unbuttoned the shirt, I was a bratty mess, wanting him to touch me, my nipples and my throbbing pussy equally hungry for his attention. But Ryan won’t be rushed. I nuzzled at him, unable to keep still when he moistened his fingers to fondle me and gave my nipple piercing a tweak; he knows what I want but that doesn’t mean I’ll get it!
He instructed me to masturbate myself, so I obeyed, just the fact that he commanded me made my pussy pulse. I slipped a hand down the front of my thong into the fragrant wetness building there. I was halfway to my climax already as he’d asked me to edge myself since we sexted last night. I was a panting, throbbing mess, keen to demonstrate the force of my desire so I tapped repeatedly on the straining nub of my clitoris. O the intensity! Hardly able to keep still I began to mewl and wriggle as the release of my first orgasm pulsed over me. Ryan’s teasing of my sensitive nipple never ceased as I came, but when he pressed his lips to my temple, I knew he was pleased with my performance.
He lifted me onto his lap to tug my thong down and I co-operated, surrendering into his embrace, still limp from my climax. His fingers delved into my swollen pussy, stroking and exploring my juicy folds while I reached up to plant kisses along his jawline, don’t stop I was silently pleading.
Fixed by his masterful gaze I felt him penetrate me, not just his fingers but with his willpower. I bit my lip. I must not cum too soon, but Oh it was hard to resist his insistent rubbing and then tapping. My clit was uber sensitive and I unravelled, my traitorous hips thrusting, thighs slick with my juices, my hairless pussy made it plain to see how swollen and aroused I was.
“Finger yourself” he instructed softly, holding me in an iron grip while I complied, bucking and twitching, orgasm building. I clawed at him helplessly, begging as my arousal built.
“Please … Please.”
“Yes,” Ryan growled his permission to climax, kissing me hard. My fingers worked in and out of my soaking hole ‘til, riding a rollercoaster, I came.
Oh Diary, I love to look at his beautiful hard erection! Dragging those boxers off my mouth watered at the sight of it, curving strong and swollen towards his washboard stomach. I sank my mouth onto his full length in one swift movement. Coating his tool with saliva I took a firm grip on it with my hand and began to tug upwards, while swirling my tongue round his helmet. I developed a bobbing rhythm while fisting his cock up and down, my licking and sucking became relentless, spurred on by the sensation of his fingers deep inside me, thrusting and pleasuring. I maintained a steady rhythm, my mouth a smooth tight tunnel around his member, glossing it with my saliva. Cupping and massaging his balls I worked up and down, until he grabbed a fistful of my hair. In that one gesture he reminded me to focus on his pleasure, to target his sensitive head and frenulum. Using my hair like a head collar, he guided the depth and rhythm of my licking, sucking, and finally swallowing, for his pleasure.
Oh diary, we lay face to face, Ryan now naked while I still wore his shirt, kissing like teenagers. I continued to pump his cock in my tight fist while he massaged my breasts in his capable hands. I sucked on his lips and tongue, a mess of desire while he fingered my slots. I wanted rough handling, so maintained pressure on his cock. He savoured my juices off his fingers before pushing them inside me again. His thrusting and rubbing was frenzied, just how I like it and I smirked, who’s in charge now?
It felt so tight when he took me sideways, he held my hips, tight enough for his fingers to leave bruises. Ryan was able to pump into me hard and deep, while I had full access to thrum my clit. It made me yelp with pleasure, then Ryan gazed into my eyes and my stomach swooped with anticipation.
I wanted to curl away from him, to embrace the molten lava sensations building in my pussy and clit, but Ryan held me firm. He grasped my top leg, holding me in place, plundering my bratty mouth with his tongue. I was at his mercy, and Diary I loved it!
“Please…” I begged.
He knows what I want, I need him to fuck me doggy style, to remind me I’m his little cum slut. I got on my hands and knees and he buried himself in me to the hilt. He grasped my hip and shoulder and our rutting became animalistic, Ryan’s thrusts were fast yet deep. His balls slapped my arse, while his cock nudged my g-spot pleasurably with every stroke.
Oh Diary! I was gasping, looking at Ryan over my shoulder as he fucked me, helpless with lust. Grabbing a handful of shirt he dragged me back onto his cock, while ploughing into me. I whimpered with pure delight when he rode me hard and slapped my rump!
My favourite bit, Diary, was mouthfucking Ryan; I felt in charge at that point. I maintained a tight grip on his beautiful cock, firmly stroking him while sucking and licking around the top of his glans. When his climax began to creep up on him, he begged me to go faster. I enveloped his length in my mouth, sucking and bobbing. He pressed me to take him deeper down my throat until the moment he came, at which point I had to gulp and swallow hot jets of his semen as it pumped out.
Even writing it down now, (wearing THAT white shirt) my pussy’s getting tingly and wet as I relive the illicitness of our insatiable sex acts in the hotel room that afternoon. How Ryan controlled me, used me and had me begging for more. I feel obsessed with him and my desire to please him. I treasure those precious, sensuous memories
