Wicked's Sex Diary

[wickedlady31]

Dear Diary,

Being home alone is certainly taking a toll on me. My bed is empty and I wake with no snoring beside me. I have two pussies beside me purring away, lulling the night. Certainly it is nice to be able to hog the bed, turn on a fan, not hear snoring but all in all, I feel empty.

I read some stories, had some stimulating chat and then carried it to a phone last night. His husky whispers were intoxicating to my ears as he described just how he would eat my wet swollen pussy. My hand made its way down my pants as I lay there in bed listening, eyes closed, imagining my hand to be that of someone else. I parted my lips and dipped a finger into the moist darkness, my clit was nicely engorged.

He carried on about how he would suck my lips and paint each one with his tongue, hands grabbing at my breasts as he hungrilly feasted off me.

My moans were soft but there, as I rubbed my clit in circular motions, dipping a finger into my wet pussy at the same time.

He was escalating his description by heightening his own sound of his voice as if in aroused state, describing how my thighs would be nibbled, belly, pussy.....groaning as he described things.(he was good)

Just as I felt that tickle from deep within, as the wave of my excitement built up to a maximum point, my phone dropped the call.

Damn Cell.

I redialed his number and fetched my pink vibrator. When he answered I held the vibrator to the phone and asked if he could hear it. I told him I was close to cumming and wanted to use my vibe. He continued to describe what he wanted to do to me.

Laying on top of me and rubbing his arousal on me, kissing me deeply, fucking me. AS he described how his 8.5 inch cock would penetrate me, That tickle returned.

My own groans were getting louder as I felt the wave build up, and up....sighing and groaning, he stopped briefly only for me to tell him not to, keep talking.

He was fucking me, I was fucking me...
" Oh gawd, I am gonna cum..." he groaned and moaned as did I.....and alas.....my orgasm presented......

Call ended

 

[chunu]

hawt but then again, you already knew that

 

[PassionateStars]

Lovely

lovely

 

[PassionateStars]

Lovely writing

Lovely writing

 

[benwa919]

Amazing writing! Makes me want to be on the other end of the phone, hearing your voice...your moans...your breathing as you touch yourself...letting you hear me as I approach my climax...

Gotta get better cell coverage!

 

[whalee]

Amazing writing! Makes me want to be on the other end of the phone, hearing your voice...your moans...your breathing as you touch yourself...letting you hear me as I approach my climax...

Not much more can be said!

 

[wickedlady31]

true tale

I have been asked by several readers, what a memorable sexual experience would be......I have one in particular that I shall share.



I was 23, married to my high school sweetheart. We just had our second daughter and I recently lost a lot of weight. My confidence was up; I looked great, and was adventurous.

We had internet back then, it was still new and surprising. I ventured into many forums, dark themed, erotic, comical and simple chat programs like ICQ.
I met someone of the darker side. IT was in some Wicca forum I believe.
We exchanged emails, clean pictures, and phone numbers. Over the course of three years, a love developed between us.

Three years is a long time to speak to someone on the phone daily and email. He kept mentioning meeting me. I was married and it was more complicated to arrange for a gathering for me than it was for him. Daily he would ask me, begging me to meet him, assuring me nothing sexual would have to happen.

"I need to smell you, feel you, kiss you, and hold you," he would say. He didn't like my real name, he gave me a name. Adonia.

I finally agreed to meet him. We were in different states but we could reasonably drive to visit somewhere in the middle within a few hours. We decided to meet at this place called Bootjack Hill.

I arrived first. It was a motel of sorts. I waited nervously for him to arrive. Fear coursed through me like an electric wire short circuiting. I wanted to stay, I wanted to go. Thousands of 'what if's' plagued my mind. What if he is a serial killer? What if he never shows? What if I am not as pretty to him in person?

After twenty five minutes of mind doubting torture, he arrived. He pulled his vehicle beside mine and the smile on his face was rewarding.

He had a unique look. He looked like Captain Jack Sparrow from those cute pirate movies. Only this was long before those movies. He had to carry on this appearance as he was a Wicca occult store owner....

He leapt from his car and I casually yet nervously got out of mine. Before I could shut my door, he was before me and hugging me close against his body. He was shorter than I had imagined him to be. He was Romanian.
He cupped my face in his hands and just stared into my green eyes. His were like onyx.

"My God you are beautiful," he remarked before gently kissing my lips.

I wrapped my arms around him and his lips devoured mine. His entire mouth covered mine; it was a strangely passionate kiss.

He pulled away from me and took a step back, clasping my hands in his. He looked me up and down with an arched brow. He shook his head in disbelief and kissed me again, pushing me up against my car.

I had never felt such excitement and attraction for anyone before; he brought something unique out of me. I wanted him, just from a simple kiss. I wanted to devour him, be completed by him.

I heard soft moans escape my nerve clenched throat before he pulled away again.

“You have said nothing, what are you thinking,” in inquired.
“I-I am speechless,” I replied feeling foolish.
“Let’s go see about getting a room, shall we?”

He grabbed my hand and arm-in-arm we walked to the main office.

We were greeted by this large Rottweiler dog. He sniffed at us before the lady at the desk ordered him to sit.
“He just likes to sniff people,” she said. “How can I help you two?”
He told her that he would like a room. She looked at me and smiled, I knew I had guilt written all over my face.
“How about the honeymoon suite,” she asked.
“Perfect,” he said.
He filled out some paper work and purchased our room. I decided to step back and pet the dog.

He and I walked to our room, which was behind the main office, up a set of stairs. It was a small but suitable room. He told me to sit on the bed; he had to fetch a few things from his car.

As I waited, my heart was pounding. My mind was yelling at me to get out of there, reminding me of my family and yet, I was ignorant to it all. I had to stay. I wanted to.

He returned with a large brown carry bag and a radio.
“We must have music,” he said as he set the radio down on the dresser.
“What is in the bag,” I asked.
“Goodies and incense,” he replied as he pulled on my wrists, gesturing me to stand.
“You are more beautiful in person my love,” he said as he kissed me some more. His lips felt wonderful as they danced over mine, his tongue gently pressed beyond the thresh hold of my lips, searching for my tongue. Feeling his tongue in my mouth made butterflies in my stomach stir. His lips left mine and moved to my cheek, my ear lobe, my neck and found their place on my neck, suckling my flesh and nibbling. It aroused me.

He leaned forward, pressing his weight against my body, forcing me to fall back onto the bed. I giggled as we bounced but was stifled by his lips upon mine. His breathing became heavy and I could feel his expirations through his nose brush against my cheek. He growled sort of, a deep low murmur of a sound.

His hands brushed my face adoringly before moving down to the mounds of my breasts as they heaved beneath the sheer fabric of my dress. His hands felt wonderful on them, gently brushing them, a thumb rolling over my cloth draped nipple, then gently squeezing them. I groaned softly as our tongues implored one another’s mouths.

Through heavy breathing and kissing he mustered, “You are mine Adonia. You belong to me,” his lips returned to mine.

I knew I was sexually aroused, that ache deep inside the belly had managed to become more externally prominent, as though my groin was begging to be touched, starving for attention. It was a knot of sorts.

Finally, his hand moved from my breasts to my belly, slowly inching down to under my dress. He pressed between my thighs, lips still exploring mine; his thumb touched the crotch of my panties. I spread my legs a little, feeling my face flush with fervid lust, my tongue pressed past his lips and brushed his, I took the lead this time as his thumb continued to brush my pussy through the satin cloth of my panties.

He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, not removing it. By the look on his face, I knew what he wanted. I stood up, eyes locked on his. He reached behind me and brought me close, unzipping my dress. I allowed it to fall down my arms, exposing my black demi bra and the tuft of breast peeking out.

He licked his lips and touched my shoulders, moving his hand down to my breasts, squeezing them. I closed my eyes and sighed as he massaged my eager flesh. His hair tickled my arms as he leaned down to kiss the bare flesh of my breasts. He reached behind me and unlatched my bra. With my dress, it fell off my arms. The bra went to the floor, my dress rested on my hips. I felt shy and embarrassed that he was looking at my breasts. I was never very fond of them, naturally large and heavy. I always wanted breasts that pointed to the sky.

“My God Adonia, I must taste them,” he said as he brought one nipple to his lips and pinched it between his teeth roughly. It sent shocks through to my back and down to my groin.

With no warning, he pushed me back onto the bed and followed, landing on top of me. His hair surrounded my face, like raven silk curtains. His tongue probed my mouth, his hands pinched and pulled at my large nipples. His lips then trailed down my neck, collar bone, and finally to my breasts. He suckled each nipple, alternating, rubbing, pinching and breathing. His mouth traveled down to my belly button, his tongue dipped into the crescent shape of my navel then his teeth gently bit my flesh as his hands worked the dress over my hips. I lifted my buttocks up to allow him the ability to remove my dress; he tossed it to the floor once it was removed.

He growled as his teeth tugged at my panties playfully. I giggled and groaned. His mouth moved over the mound of my sex, through the cloth of my panties I felt him breathe. I groaned louder as his tongue pressed the fabric against my clit, dipping into my hole. His hot breath seeped through the fabric, his teeth bit at my ample flesh and I moved my hips against his mouth, wanting more.

He ripped my panties off with little effort. I giggled a little, I was nervous. He stiffened his tongue and pressed it firmly against my swollen clit, moving it back and forth like a dog wags its tail. He inserted two fingers into my pussy and hooked them upward, wiggling them along with his tongue. I felt myself getting lost in the moment, not hearing the music, not smelling the incense, and simply letting myself go.

What I did not realize was how long we were there, how long his tongue and fingers prodded at my sex. I didn’t orgasm yet and he stopped, asking me if I was enjoying it. I nodded and smiled, he looked a bit confused.

“I think I am just nervous,” I said.
“Ahh, stay here,” he said.
He grabbed a black scarf from his bag and wrapped it around my head, covering my eyes.
“Don’t move, don’t remove,” he said as he kissed me.
His weight shifted off the bed and I heard his foot steps lead away. I laid there for what seemed like hours but was more than likely minutes. I was excited and nervous, my pussy still ached.

He returned on climbed onto the bed. I heard him fumble with a jar. He set it down. He smacked my stomach with something cold and heavy, like the dead weight of a baby’s arm.
He smacked me a few times with this thing, before bringing it to my pussy lips. His hair tickled my shoulders and breasts as he leaned in to kiss me. As his lips brushed mine, his tongue entered my mouth; he pushed this object deeper inside of me. I felt it spread my lips and slowly enter. It was quite wide.

He groaned loudly and stopped.
“Oh my God, just wait here, I want to just wait here and really FEEL you. You feel so good Adonia.”

I did not want him to stop; I wanted him to enter me deeper. He did. He slid it in deeper until it hit bottom. He slowly pulled back, I could feel it slide backward inside, and then he slowly moved it back in.

I groaned and arched my body against his, “Oh God,” I softly sighed as he moved in and out of me a little faster.

Eventually he was thrusting inside of me with deep and forceful strokes. I felt my body shift upward and the bed shake with his thrusts. He grunted and growled, with the occasional “yes, oh God you feel good.”
I was very close to having an orgasm when he stopped. My mouth was open, cheeks flushed red, I held my breath as a wave came over me and he stopped, pulling out.

“Are you going to cum now Adonia?”
“Yes,” I weakly said.
“What,” he sort of yelled.
“Yes,” I yelled back. “I want to cum for you.”
“You don’t cum until I tell you to my darling,” he kissed my lips.
He got off of me and pulled on my arms. I sat up; his hands directed me to a doggy style position. He fumbled with the jar again, applying more lube, smacking his heavy cock against my buttocks before inserting it into my aching pussy. He pulled on the back of my hair to get me to sit up on my knees. His chest pressed against my back as his hands pulled on my breasts; he slowly thrust himself up into me. I wanted to fall forward and have him fuck me, I wanted him deeper in, and this position was a tease. He knew what I wanted and deprived me of that.
His thrusts picked up more pace and he pushed me forward, clutching my hips and as hard as he could, fucked me. He pulled me against him as he pushed against me. My tits swung like pendulums, smacking each other with a clapping sound.

“Oh God,” I cried as I felt an orgasm well within. “Oh God, YES!”
“No,” he said as he stopped. “I want to see your face when you come my love.”
I flipped over on my back; he pulled my legs, getting my rear to hang off the bed. He swung one of my legs over his shoulder and pinned the other one under his. He inserted his cock and instantly I wanted to cum. I ached for it. He grabbed my breasts and pulled on them as he thrust inside of me. His grunts were loud, growling like a wild animal.
I groaned and moaned and with each powerful thrust, hit a higher octave.
“YES!” I screamed.
“Cum for me now Adonia! Cum now,” he ordered panting and thrusting wildly into me.
The release was much needed. That deep ache within rolled down my abdomen and to my pussy, forcing my muscles to clamp down on his cock. He stopped moving and grabbed my clit. It pulsated in his fingers as I cried out with my orgasm.
“Yes my love, beautiful,” he said as I came.
He then picked up his pace and thrust into me with a few quick pumps before groaning and crying himself.
He fell onto me, heaving and out of breath. We were sweat drenched and sleep bound. He reached up to my face and removed my blind fold.
I couldn’t see. My eyes were blurry from deprivation. I rubbed at them and saw his blurry figure standing up near the bed. I blinked a few times and rubbed more at my eyes. He finally came into focus. He stood there looking down at me with red cheeks. His long hair was tangled along his shoulders, his chest exposed. He had two lines under each breast. I sat up to get a closer look but was halted. He hadn’t a cock at all. He had a strap on positioned where a cock would be. I realized then, to trust no one for what they tell you. All in all, it was a memorable experience.

 

[whalee]

What a tale....i'm speechless....the description of your need to cum, being restrained, then finally releasing is electric.

 

[benwa919]

Truly erotic writing, as opposed to just "dirty" (which is also fun )!

Love the surprise ending too! I had noted the lack of transition from the cold, heavy object to him being inside you, but the actual situation hadn't clicked.

Great story, and some very hot posts (I'm sorry I've missed your webcam)! Do you have any writings posted on the main Lit site? Did a quick look in the author index but didn't see "wickedlady" in the list. (I have one - http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=300021 - but I think I still write like an engineer sometimes)

 

[wickedlady31]

...

ladyadonia30 has some works under published writings here on lit. Tie me up and eat me is a fav of mine.....

Dear Diary,

With the cat away, this mouse did play.......with the cat.
I logged into video chat with him last night and did a strip tease.
He approved and requested I get my satin pj's on and some toys. I did.
I pulled the chair back so the cam had full view of my entire body. I slinked out of my panties and shoved the 15 inch dildo into my mouth, down my throat. He typed words like "Yes, mmmmm baby" as I got this long dildo wet and sloppy for easy insertion.

I pinched and pulled at my nipples through the sheer fabric, then pulled a breast out, bringing a nipple to my mouth and biting and suckling it. I shoved finger in my cunt and showed him the glistening tip. I then tasted it and slowly introduced my dildo into my sloppy cunt. With legs spread on this chair in the middle of a well lit room, I tweaked at my nipples with both large breasts slung out of the fabric, my finger danced over my clit and he told me he had unzipped his pants and was jerking off to me.
What a fucking turn on....
I got my vibrator out and sucked on it, still fucking myself with the long dildo...I applied the vibrator to my clit and tilted my head back, allowing my feelings to drive. I thrust my hips against the vibe and dong and groaned. He could hear me, I could hear him. I could hear him saying
Ohhh...yes...you look so good..." and grunts between the words.
I fucked myself until I came, and pulled the dong out and sucked on it whilst pulling my nipples until he came....

We are gonna meet again tonight...with a different theme...

 

[Thomas25]

Dear Diary,

Being home alone is certainly taking a toll on me. My bed is empty and I wake with no snoring beside me. I have two pussies beside me purring away, lulling the night. Certainly it is nice to be able to hog the bed, turn on a fan, not hear snoring but all in all, I feel empty.

I read some stories, had some stimulating chat and then carried it to a phone last night. His husky whispers were intoxicating to my ears as he described just how he would eat my wet swollen pussy. My hand made its way down my pants as I lay there in bed listening, eyes closed, imagining my hand to be that of someone else. I parted my lips and dipped a finger into the moist darkness, my clit was nicely engorged.

He carried on about how he would suck my lips and paint each one with his tongue, hands grabbing at my breasts as he hungrilly feasted off me.

My moans were soft but there, as I rubbed my clit in circular motions, dipping a finger into my wet pussy at the same time.

He was escalating his description by heightening his own sound of his voice as if in aroused state, describing how my thighs would be nibbled, belly, pussy.....groaning as he described things.(he was good)

Just as I felt that tickle from deep within, as the wave of my excitement built up to a maximum point, my phone dropped the call.

Damn Cell.

I redialed his number and fetched my pink vibrator. When he answered I held the vibrator to the phone and asked if he could hear it. I told him I was close to cumming and wanted to use my vibe. He continued to describe what he wanted to do to me.

Laying on top of me and rubbing his arousal on me, kissing me deeply, fucking me. AS he described how his 8.5 inch cock would penetrate me, That tickle returned.

My own groans were getting louder as I felt the wave build up, and up....sighing and groaning, he stopped briefly only for me to tell him not to, keep talking.

He was fucking me, I was fucking me...
" Oh gawd, I am gonna cum..." he groaned and moaned as did I.....and alas.....my orgasm presented......

Call ended

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BTW, these stories are hot!