Chapter 1 — Yuna's Diary - 1 (1)

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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I met him about a week ago in a chat room.

I was bored during vacation, so I'd been spending more and more time chatting.

There were plenty of rooms made by men alone.

I picked one at random that seemed decent, even though it required a password, and sent a message.

He invited me in and suggested we talk about something dirty.

Honestly, I'd met men like this a few times before, so I didn't resist. I started chatting with him easily.

He didn't feel vulgar—more honest, somehow. We shared stories about our experiences, our thoughts.

For nearly a week, we chatted almost every day, for about two hours at a time.

He was interesting.

When the weekend came, he asked to meet.

I wondered what kind of person he was.

Truthfully, I was curious whether he was good in bed, too.

Most men who make these kinds of chat rooms usually push hard to meet right away, but he had patience—an ability to wait. That was strangely attractive.

He always treated me with respect. There was something about him I couldn't refuse, some kind of power I didn't understand.

A force, like magic, pulling me in.

“What should I wear?”

I opened my eyes on Saturday and started getting ready.

I showered and tried on a few outfits. I almost went with pants, but decided a skirt would be better.

I arrived at the meeting spot at exactly six. My phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Yeah, it's me. Where are you?”

“I'm in front of XX now.”

“Can you see me?”

I looked around and spotted him easily—he was waving.

“Hi.”

“You came early.”

He was a man in his thirties, neatly dressed. His face was pleasant, even handsome, and he looked about 175 cm tall.

The look in his eyes when he saw me was clearly satisfied.

We exchanged light greetings and went to a nearby restaurant.

We ordered simple food and talked about all sorts of things. Even though we'd been chatting for a week, he still had plenty to say.

He asked a few cheeky questions, but overall, his conversation was enjoyable.

Even while eating, he kept telling stories. He felt different in person than he had over chat.

“Is this really the same guy I was having dirty chats with?”

I smiled faintly at the thought.

I listened quietly, trying not to share anything too personal.

After finishing our meal, we moved to a nearby café.

It was Saturday, so there were quite a few people around.

We found a quiet corner and sat down.

He asked me what my first impression of him was.

I said he seemed comfortable.

Then, in a quiet voice, he began asking me intimate questions.

Answering such things face-to-face was embarrassing.

My face burned.

He looked incredibly calm.

I couldn't help but answer him, caught in his gaze.

I glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention, then responded to his questions.

For about thirty minutes, he asked me things he'd already asked over chat—about how I felt during sex, what I liked.

I answered casually, but inside, I was getting aroused.

“What color is your underwear today?”

“White.”

I mumbled the reply.

“What style of panties?”

“T-back.”

My face burned again.

“Ah, that must look pretty. You'll show me, right?”

He said, taking my hand.

“What?”

I'd expected something like this, but I couldn't hide the tremble in my voice.

Anxiety and anticipation.

These conflicting emotions shook me.

“Let's go to a motel now.”

He took my hand and stood up.

I followed him out of the café.

A cold breeze brushed against my flushed face.

The chill helped me regain some clarity.

“What am I doing right now?”

These kinds of meetings always made me uneasy.

“What should I do?”

Even as I followed him, I hesitated.

If I suddenly said I wanted to leave, he wouldn't let me go. I had no choice but to walk along, feeling dragged forward.

We got into his car and drove off somewhere.

“Well, since we're here, I might as well enjoy it.”

I decided to go with the flow and let my mind drift with the music playing softly.

The warm air inside the car and the music eased my nerves.

I stole a glance at him.

I secretly peeked between his legs.

“I wonder what's hiding in there?”

I smiled faintly, looking out the window.

He didn't talk much in the car.

It was a little awkward, but the motel wasn't far.

He handed over money, and the clerk left.

We were alone.

I took off my coat.

He stepped toward me.

My heart pounded.

Without a word, he pulled me close and embraced me.

I could feel his firm chest.

Then he kissed me—gently.

It was the sweetest kiss I'd ever experienced.

Men with experience really are different.

He kissed my ear, then my neck.

“Mmm.”

“Good?”

“Yeah.”

I suddenly snapped back to reality. Was I really admitting I liked it? I felt ashamed, like I was calling myself a slut.

But he didn't give me time to think.

His soft lips and hands roamed every part of my body.

He was good at foreplay.

Even now, just remembering it makes my body heat up.

His hand slid down my back and reached my ass.

He gently lifted and touched it.

Then he started touching my breasts.

“Ahh~~.”

I closed my eyes and surrendered completely to his touch.

My body grew hot, and I could feel arousal wetting my panties.

His hand pushed up my skirt and touched my thigh.

I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his body.

His hand caressed my nearly bare ass. His touch was skillful.

His fingers moved inward, brushing past my anus and grazing the most private part of me.

“Ahh…”

I could feel his cock hardening.

He lowered my leg and unbuttoned my blouse.

My breasts, hidden under a white bra, were exposed.

He gently cupped them, kissed them, and moved downward.

His hand slid down my waist.

A thrilling shiver ran through me.

He knelt and kissed my stomach.

“Ahh.”

His hand slipped under my skirt again, caressing my thighs and ass.

I let go of his head and unzipped my skirt.

When he pulled his hand away, my skirt slid down.

He stood and removed my bra.

The moment my breasts were fully exposed, I lowered my head.

I saw his hands cupping them.

His other hand gently brushed my hair aside and lifted my chin.

His eyes were full of a soft smile.

Slowly, his lips moved toward mine.

Then slowly, they trailed down to my chest.

With one hand gently fondling my other breast, he sucked my nipple into his mouth.

His hand slipped between my legs.

When he pressed gently, I could feel how wet I was.

He turned me around, caressing down from my shoulders along my back.

He was licking my ass, which the T-back barely covered.

“Mmm~~~”

I turned my head to look at him, licking my ass.

He pulled my panties down.

I turned fully toward him, completely naked, and he stood, placing a light kiss on the hair above my pussy.

“Phew…”

A deep sigh escaped my lips.

“Good?”

“Yes.”

He took off his clothes.

A strong, masculine body.

When he removed his bulging underwear, his cock sprang up.

We kissed, completely naked.

His hard cock pressed against my stomach.

As we kissed, he rubbed it against my body.

I pressed myself tightly against him.

“Want to go wash up?”

We went into the bathroom together.

We washed each other's bodies.

The excitement still hadn't faded.

He laid me down on the bed.

He started from my feet, moving upward, licking my toes, then up my legs, along my thighs, slowly climbing higher.

“Ahh~~”

A moan slipped out.

He spread my legs and moved his tongue inside, starting to lick me.

“Mmm~~”

I struggled to suppress my moans. My legs tensed.

“Hah… hah…”

Each movement of his lips and tongue made my breathing faster.

He focused intensely on that one spot.

His tongue, stimulating my clit, made all my arousal gush out.

“Put it in, please.”

I begged.

He looked at me for a moment, smiled, and put on a condom.

I spread my legs, gazing at him with eyes full of anticipation and pleading.

There was no shame, no awkwardness.

He slid into me easily.

There was a slight foreign sensation, uncomfortable at first, but warm.

He started moving slowly.

With each motion, more wetness flowed, and he gradually increased his speed.

My body burned hotter.

“Ahh… I'm happy.”

Words spilled from my mouth, beyond my control.

He changed his rhythm—fast, slow, sometimes pushing all the way in and pausing briefly.

Each time, he looked at me with a smile, and I smiled back.

His movements slowly brought me to the edge.

When he noticed my breathing quicken and my moans grow louder, he sped up to match.

The sound of our bodies slapping together grew louder.

He started moaning too.

When I reached climax, he thrust hard, once, twice.

I came, waves of orgasm washing over me.

He matched my pace, thrusting wildly.

I could feel him cumming.

The condom was already filled with semen.

He pulled it off, came toward my face, and pressed his cock against my lips.

The last drops of semen dripped into my mouth.

The distinct smell of cum filled my nose and mouth, but in my aroused state, it didn't feel unpleasant.

I don't usually like oral sex, and I'm not good at it.

But now, I was excited—and he had just eaten me out—so I couldn't bring myself to refuse.

He pushed his cock into my mouth and started moving his hips.

Without thinking, I began sucking in rhythm with his movements.

His cock was softening.

He held my head, turned his body, lay down on the bed, and I stayed on my knees, his cock still in my mouth.

I knelt, sucking him.

Without anyone telling me, I did it naturally, as if I'd been doing it for years.

I could feel his hand stroking my hair.

I kept sucking, glancing up at him.

He was smiling.

I gave a small smile back and continued sucking his cock.

His cock began to stiffen again.

It grew, filling my mouth completely.

I couldn't move it quickly inside.

Following his lead, I licked with my tongue, sucked his balls, and massaged with my hand.

His breathing grew faster.

Not long after, he seemed to reach his peak. He pressed my head down with his hand, forcing me to take him deeper.

Suddenly, he pushed my head down hard, holding me in place.

I knew he was about to cum.

“Mmm~~ mmm…”

I groaned loudly, trying to pull away, but he held my head firmly, refusing to let go.

Soon, he came, flooding my mouth with cum.

Even after finishing, he didn't release my head.

I looked up at him.

He wore a sly, knowing smile.

I understood—he wanted me to swallow.

I didn't want to, but I couldn't bring myself to spit it on his cock.

I had no choice. I nodded slightly, signaling I'd swallow.

He let go of my head.

I pulled his cock out, closed my eyes tightly, and swallowed it all.

I'd tasted it before, but a slightly unpleasant, sticky feeling lingered in my mouth and nose.

He gestured for me to come closer.

I lay down beside him.

He kissed me.

Even though his mouth must have been covered in my arousal, he kissed me without hesitation.

Then again, my mouth was full of his cum.

We lay in each other's arms for a long while.

About thirty minutes passed. His hand began stroking my body.

“Want to go again?”

“Yes.”

I smiled and answered him.

I touched his cock with my hand—it was semi-erect, and it grew harder under my touch.

He showed me the 69 position.

I climbed on top of him as he instructed, turned around, lowered myself so my ass faced his head, and started sucking his cock.

From behind, he began licking my pussy.

I felt his tongue push deep inside as he spread me open with both hands.

I moved faster.

He even inserted his fingers.

“Ahh… ”

His teasing made it hard for me to focus on sucking him.

He pulled me off and had me straddle him.

I sat on top, knees bent, legs spread, guiding his cock into my pussy.

He held my waist, lifting and lowering my body, while I rocked up and down.

I could feel his cock sliding in and out with my movements.

A different sensation.

As I grew more aroused, he sat up and pulled me into an embrace.

We stayed like that for a while—close, connected, as if we were one.

His embrace helped calm the heat between us.

After we'd settled a little, he gently pushed me forward.

I bent over, presenting my ass to him like a dog.

He spread my legs wider, knelt behind me, and pressed his body close.

He struggled a little to find the right angle—maybe because I was awkward.

He tried to guide me, but it wasn't working well.

I felt a bit guilty.

But then, without much effort, his cock slid into me.

Once inside, he moved with clear skill.

I turned my head to look at him.

He gripped my hips and started thrusting back and forth.

It felt strange—like I was being taken.

It was an odd sensation.

I was exposing everything, surrendering everything, to a man I'd just met.

I felt like I was becoming a strange woman.

I just wanted it to end quickly.

Even in that state, the pleasure came, and I naturally began swaying my hips back and forth with his rhythm.

He stopped moving, letting me take over, indulging in the pleasure I gave him.

Rocking my hips back and forth, taking his cock, satisfying him—it was embarrassing.

Why on earth was I doing this for him?

But I couldn't stop. I couldn't even show hesitation.

The only way to end this faster was to keep moving.

His pace quickened.

Faster, deeper.

“Mmm~~~”

He groaned and thrust hard into me.

Short, sharp movements.

He was cumming.

Inside, it felt hot.

“Phew~~~”

With a sigh, he pulled out and asked me to suck him clean.

Still aroused, I easily licked the cum-covered cock until it was spotless.

When I finished, he kissed me.

We lay on the bed for a while, resting. Then we took a quick shower together and left.

We walked out of the motel, promising to meet again.

He said he'd contact me in a few days, and I told him to.

I could barely walk.

Maybe because it had been a month, my legs felt shaky.

I quickly caught a taxi and went home.

I took off all my clothes and let my body rest.

It hadn't felt that bad.

He said he'd contact me again—what should I do?

I close my eyes, recall the feeling, and lightly touch myself.