Behind Closed Pages

September 14th

Dear Diary,

Joseph and I have been dating for three months now, and things couldn't be going better. He is truly an amazing guy—kind, considerate, and always makes me laugh. We have such a strong connection, both emotionally and physically, and I feel so lucky to have him in my life.

Tonight, after our romantic candlelit dinner, we retreated to the sanctuary of his living room. Soft jazz played lightly in the background as he poured us each a glass of wine. Its rich, burgundy hue danced in the flickering candlelight, just like the anticipation in my chest. As the conversation grew more intimate, he kissed the base of my neck until I was squirming, the wet heat of his mouth turning me into a puddle.

He slid his hand up the back of my skirt, brushing my ass. He knows just how to stoke the flames of my desire, and it’s enough to leave me panting, ready to pounce. I kissed him, then, my tongue diving into his mouth, exploring every inch. Our bodies pressed together, desperate for more. With greedy hands, he tugged my skirt off and threw it to the floor. I stood before him in my lacy black bra and panties, completely exposed, totally at his mercy.

He looked me up and down, slowly, like I was some kind of exquisite work of art. “Lie down on the couch,” he ordered softly. I obeyed immediately, stretching out my tense, needy limbs.

I watched as he opened his zipper, pulling his cock out and stroking it. He was fully erect and dripping for me, his hardness begging to be admired. Grinning, I bit my lip and stroked my inner thighs, letting my fingers creep toward my panties. I could already feel the rush of warmth as I pushed them to the side and teased my labia apart, exposing my aching clit.

“Baby,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “You’re divine. Come here.”

I pushed my fingers deeper, feeling my pussy tighten around them before pulling them back out. They glistened with my cream, and I licked them clean as he watched, mesmerized.

“You’re being such a good girl. Keep going.”

My heart raced, my breath became ragged, and I squeezed my tits, tweaking the nipples. My clit was throbbing in time with my heartbeat as I circled the engorged bud, making myself stupid with desire.

He stepped forward, pushing my hand away. “God, you’re so fucking hot,” he murmured, pouring lube over the shaft of his cock. “So fucking beautiful.”

I felt my pussy clench again as he climbed on top of me, rubbing his cock against my slit, making me slicker with each stroke. He kissed me, his tongue plundering my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance, and forced his way inside.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped against his mouth, my nails digging into his back as I clenched around him.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his breath hot against my ear. I peeled my lids open, our gazes locking as he withdrew halfway before thrusting back in. My breath hitched, my eyes fluttering shut again as he set a punishing rhythm. God, he felt so good. The silky glide of him pushing in and out, over and over. It was so fucking magical.

“Pete’s going to love that,” he rasped, his lips trailing down my neck until they met my racing pulse. “It’s fucking gorgeous. Nobody sucks cock like you do.”

My pussy clenched around him harder, the sweet slap of his balls against my ass driving me wild.

“That’s it. Show me what a slutty little mouth you have.”

I had never felt more worshipped in my life, or more animalistic. He could have whatever he wanted. I could feel the rich ridge of his cock in my mouth. His salty taste exploded on my tongue as I sucked him down, further, further, until my lips met his pelvis.

Sucking him was like life-giving oxygen. I needed it so badly, I could hardly breathe. The entire room was filled with my grunts of desperation as I stretched my jaw open wider and wider, taking him deeper and deeper. The sound of his balls slapping my chin was like a prayer. I slapped his ass, urging him to fuck my face harder, leaving red handprints on his skin.

“I’m going to come so hard, you little fucking slut. God, I can’t wait to watch you choke on me.”

I glanced up, gazing into his hooded eyes, and my clit started to tighten. My breath escaped in desperate gasps as the pleasure roared up through my body, drowning me in an ocean of sensation. I felt like I was boiling, about to explode. It was an otherworldly, ceaseless tension that only he could release.

My muscles started to spasm, and I could hardly breathe as I sucked him in further and further, deeper and deeper, surrendering entirely to his dominance. I was out of my fucking mind, and I loved it.

“I’m coming!” he shouted, his voice echoing in my ears. “Fuck, here it comes.”

I felt his balls tighten, and the scorching spurt of his hot, musky come hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it down, hungry for more, my greedy mouth suckling his spurting cock.

As his climax subsided, he slid out of my mouth, releasing me to gaze down at my splayed, satisfied form. “You are the most fucking awe-inspiring girl. Jesus. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have you in my life.”

“You are,” I told him, “the best thing that’s