Note: You ******** wanted a lemon, well, here’s your lemon! >O
Dear Diary,
Dear Diary,
It’s still Sunday, today seems to have gone on forever; but that is not what I am going to talk about. I know, dairy, you don’t like to here about what me and Marlon do in bed, but I have a craving to tell you, just this once.
You’ll listen?! Oh, goodie, diary! I’ll try not to let you down.
Once me and Marlon had gotten home, after taking the bus to get home quicker, both of us were still eager to ********. Marlon, the second the door was locked, had pushed his lips against mine, in a heated kiss, hungry and lust-full. Our tongues danced a dance of passion with each other.
Marlon could wait to get up the stairs, his hands already getting my shirt and bra off. Breaking our kiss only momentarily, removing his shirt and mine, my bra slid off, the concealed full breasts bounced when the bra was removed. One of his hands found a perk n****e and his fingers twirled it around, causing me to moan. He pressed his lips against mine, again in a heated passionate kiss.
His free hand went to my pants, unbuttoning and unzipping the black, chained pants I wore. The pants dropped to my ankles, I didn’t get the chance to step out of them as Marlon had lifted me up. Our kiss never broken until I was pushed against a wall; today I had decided to go commando, so I didn’t have any panties on. Marlon grinned, “Were you expecting this?” The lust in his voice made me shudder in want, “Maybe a little,” I said, pure lust was in my voice as well.
I had unbuttoned Marlon’s jeans, and watched them slide down his musculature legs. I wasted no time with removing his boxers as well. His ‘love-stick’ was standing proudly, at it’s full 9 ½ inches. “******** me,” I whisper in his ear, in a wanting tone, “I intend to,” he said, his jeans and boxers were kicked away. He lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist; holding them together with one hand. His c**k slowly rubbing against my drenched entrance, “Please, don’t tease,” I whined. He smirked, and entered me in a quick thrust. I groaned loudly at the pleasant intrusion.
His thrusts were rapid, needing, he needed release. My breasts bouncing with his thrusts and my moans weren’t as loud as the groan I started with, but Marlon had grown use to my more silent moans. It didn’t take too long for both our climaxes to be near, maybe a good five minutes, “s**t,” I murmur. He grunted, his thrusts becoming slightly faster. My back arching against the wall, breasts near his face. He wanted me to climax first, so, he opened his mouth and closed it around my left n****e, my climax was right there, on the verge, this small increment of pleasure sent me over the edge, I groaned out my climax.
The tight walls of my ‘area’ became tighter, with a few more thrusts, Marlon had cummed. The white fluid filling me, I moaned tiredly. I’ve always thought that this part felt the best; don’t ask me why I think that, I just do. Marlon let go of my legs, I was basically supporting us both as he had slumped over me. “I love you, Marlon,” I pant out, “I love you too, babe,” he murmured.
“Let’s go to bed,” I suggested, he nodded and we both made our way up stairs, finding my room, then walking to the other end. We both collapsed onto the bed; I crawled to the head of the bed, and Marlon followed. We cuddled into each other, then we had fallen asleep.
The blissful darkness that followed some good afternoon sex, it’s always comforting. After I’d awaken from out nap, I ordered some take out for dinner, and then told you what happened.
I currently yawn, I’m still tired. Well, good night, my diary, tomorrow we shall talk again, tomorrow.
Goodnight, Yinny.
Sincerely Yours,
Yinny M. Smith
Yinny M. Smith
