Dear Diary,

I am writing this now that Steven, my recent sexual conquest, has gone off to work. I really should be working too... making endless corrections and revisions to the dozen websites that have fallen to me as my life's task to manage. 

I woke early and stretched in luxury, naked, and my skin touched his. He lay on his back fast asleep, his light coffee colored skin, a lock of dark black hair over his closed eyes. I listened to him breathing, saw the muscles in his shoulders and chest move as he dreamed. I sighed and moved my body close to him. My breasts squashed against his chest, I kiss his forhead.  He only breaths a little deeper but doesn't stir. A sound sleeper!

I roll off and arch my back and stretch again... my upturned head notices a pair of bare metal handcuffs still fastened to the pipes of the headboard. I experience a moment's sense-memory of their metal on my wrists and the sound of creaking steel and my own erotic wailing in my ears... What a naughty fucking boy! A 27 year old woman turns her head oncemore to a sleeping 23 year old man.

 Biting my lip, holding my grin and my breath, my fingers slide down the warmth of his body. His chest. His hips. Up his legs. Up a little higher.

Rising to sit on my knees, my fingers find the blanket's edge. In the morning light, a young man's body is revealed, naked and smooth from head to knees by the woman next to him.  Unveiling. 

 I am eternally amazed by the transformation. The transofrmation that takes place for a man. His member sleeps now, on his leg. Smallish, his head tucked in. His genitals relaxed, hanging bulges from his body. Good morning! I think.

The transformation. My lips kiss his stomach. I know this man... small now, I have seen this THING so erect that its tip was up past his belly-button.. no doubt up past mine, though inside of me!

 A girls kiss. On his sleeping tip. He does not stir. A girl's kiss that draws him in. Suction of her kiss. He is in and then out, glistening wet. Still asleep...but rolling slightly... filling up.  A girl's kiss again. Draws him in. Her hands cradle his genitals.

He stirs a little, but his breathing remains slow and regular.

 He begins. The transformation begins. In my mouth.

 So slippery and smooth and sure. My kiss:

Draws him in. Slides him out.

Draws him in. Slides him out.

Draws him in. Slides him out.

Draws him in. Slides him out.

Draws him in. Slides him out.

Draws him in. Slides him out.

Draws him in. Slides him out.

Draws him in. Slides him out.

       I am very dedicated.

And when it first begun, he was cute and small enough that with him all the way in, my tongue could still lick under his genitals.

But now, he is a post standing tall from his body, and it takes my concentration to allow

my lips to slip from his smooth exposed purple head dooooooown to the hilt of his weapon.

Concentration. And practice. I no longer have a gag reflex.

In so deep, my kiss is a cunt.
Out so smooth, his tower glistens.

In so deep, my kiss is a cunt.
Out so smooth, his tower glistens.

In so deep, my kiss is a cunt.
Out so smooth, his tower glistens.

In so deep, my kiss is a cunt.
Out so smooth, his tower glistens.

In so deep, my kiss is a cunt.
Out so smooth, his tower glistens.

In so deep, my kiss is a cunt.
Out so smooth, his tower glistens.

In so deep, my kiss is a cunt.
Out so smooth, his tower glistens.

I hear him moan, his hands find my naked shoulders

They explore my neck, and stroke back my fallen hair

So he can look in my eyes from where he lays

He brings himself to his elbows, but I push him back down.

There he lays, his arms helplessly above his head, his eyes looking wildly about my ceiling...

And so quietly and smoothly
it continues for him.

Slippery slippery slippery
A girl's deep kiss.

Slippery slippery slippery
A girl's deep kiss.

Slippery slippery slippery
A girl's deep kiss.

Slippery slippery slippery
A girl's deep kiss.

Slippery slippery slippery
A girl's deep kiss.

Slippery slippery slippery
A girl's deep kiss.

Slippery slippery slippery
A girl's deep kiss.

His hands are back, but this time desparate
his thumbs dig into my shoulders
I feel the muscles in his chest and stomach tense then grow tenser still.

I feel the tension in his erect penis in my mouth grow insurmountable.

 And in a white-hot moment he is calling outloud, struggling, and without my spilling a drop

I swallow his pumping fountains of cum.

Then we got up and made breakfast.