Chapter 3 — Sex Diary - Part 1 (3)

I felt like I had become his slave in sex…

My date had driven me to the brink of madness, pushing me into ecstasy beyond control…

I clung to him as I reached climax, and he whispered that he wanted to cum inside me…

He groaned, "Ah… huck, huck," holding me tightly as he came deep within my pussy…

I wasn’t a virgin anymore… Wasn’t this what I’d wanted? And yet, tears I couldn’t explain streamed down my face…

Gently, he cradled me and wiped the tears away.

I tried hard to suppress the sobs welling up in my chest as I lay in his arms. Why was I crying? I didn’t know… I just didn’t understand why the tears kept coming…

But I didn’t regret giving my virginity to him for the first time.

He looked at me and asked softly,

“Do you regret it?”

“No…”

He pulled me close, put a cigarette to his lips, and took a long, deep drag.

As I watched him, a thought flickered through my mind—had I really become this man’s woman?

Suddenly, curiosity stirred inside me. He seemed like someone who could easily make women fall for him…

“Daniel…”

“Hmm?”

“Do I seem stupid to you?”

“No. Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know… I just do. Daniel… do you see other girls too?”

“Why are you asking that?”

“I don’t know… It’s just… you’re the kind of guy girls like. You’re handsome… so I wondered… maybe…?”

He didn’t answer. He just kept smoking silently.

I stayed nestled against his chest, gazing up at him without speaking.

Inside, I felt a quiet ache—the thought that I could never truly own this man… that someday, we might have to part…

He turned on the TV.

Flipping through channels, he stopped when a video popped up—porn.

It was the same kind of porn I used to secretly watch alone.

I wondered—did people really have sex so freely, so openly, like that?

I get excited watching porn. Some girls say it’s dirty, but I’ve never thought that way—I just feel aroused.

When I was home alone at night, I used to watch porn and masturbate by myself.

Now, though, I was watching it with my date.

I felt shy, embarrassed—but I couldn’t say anything. We’d already had sex. We were naked together. How could I act shy now?

On screen, a man and woman stripped bare, heating each other’s bodies with touch.

The woman was stunningly beautiful. Even as another woman, I thought she was breathtaking.

When the man began sucking her pussy, she moaned and lifted her hips, pressing herself firmly into his mouth.

He licked her with his tongue.

She spread her own pussy open with her hands. A soft pink slit appeared—and he plunged his tongue deep inside, stimulating her fiercely.

Then, still keeping his mouth glued to her pussy, he flipped himself over until he was lying upside-down on top of her. His cock now hovered right before her face.

Without hesitation, she took his cock into her mouth, as if she’d been waiting for it.

They were in a 69 position—each pleasuring the other, one hand gripping the other’s sex, mouths hungrily devouring flesh, completely lost in their mutual acts.

“Is it interesting?” he asked.

I was too embarrassed to answer.

“Should we try it like that?”

“Ai…”

“You’ve watched videos like this a lot, haven’t you?”

“No…”

I answered instinctively, almost automatically.

“Really?”

“Uh… not a lot. Sometimes.”

“Where?”

“At home…”

“Do you have many?”

“No… only about five.”

“Oh, I should come over and watch them sometime.”

“I don’t know…”

“Have you ever masturbated while watching them?”

“Ai… why are you asking me that?”

“I’m curious. I want to know what girls do. Every guy wonders about it.”

“Really? All men think about that?”

“Of course. All men do. I’m curious about you too—how you touch yourself when you masturbate. Tell me… how do you do it?”

“I don’t know… how can I say something like that…”

“It’s okay. Just tell me. Hurry.”

“Ai… I just… you know… nothing special…”

“Tell me exactly.”

My face burned as if I’d been caught red-handed masturbating. I looked at him, flustered.

He smiled brightly, clearly eager to hear every word.

“I want to see you do it someday…”

“When I watch those videos… if I get excited… my hand just goes to my breasts… and I touch them… like that…”

“And then?”

“If I keep getting more turned on, I put my hand down there…”

“How?”

“I just… put my hand there and touch myself, that’s all…”

“So you get really wet?”

“Yeah…”

“How wet? Are you as wet as you were earlier?”

“Yeah…”

I answered in short, breathy syllables. To be speaking so openly about this—it surprised even me. But as I spoke, I could feel myself getting aroused again.

My pussy was already slick, slippery with arousal—but I tried hard not to show it.

Then suddenly, his hand slid down and rested on my pussy. I froze, mortified, not knowing what to do.

“Daniel… don’t…”

He ignored me and started stroking me. I grew unbearably hot—ashamed, embarrassed, overwhelmed.

His fingers slipped back inside me. It was nothing like earlier in the private screening room. Now we were both completely naked, skin to skin. His fingers explored deeper, moving around inside me, probing every corner, as if mapping out my most secret places.

My juices flowed nonstop. He spent a long time caressing me like that—then suddenly brought his wet fingers to my mouth.

I shook my head, turning away.

So he brought them to his own mouth instead and sucked them clean. I felt both deeply embarrassed and intensely aroused.

Then he dipped his fingers back into my pussy—and brought them to my lips again. This time, I couldn’t refuse.

I took his fingers into my mouth and sucked them—sucking my own wetness from his skin. He made me so excited… so completely undone.

Then he guided my hand toward his cock.

I touched him, looking up into his face.

His expression was so beautiful…

He groaned and pulled me into his arms. I stroked his cock carefully, lovingly, giving myself to the moment.