Entry Day 7

Dear diary,

Yesterday was a roller coaster of feelings for me.

I felt warmth on the morning, worry on the afternoon, sadness on the evening, and love at midnight.

At first, I thought that he needed money because of debt, but it turned out that he wanted to buy a ring and a house before proposing to me.

I was really happy to hear that he wanted to spend his life with me.

But then, he told me that I should stay in school while he went out in a dangerous quest to collect the money.

I was shocked…

If by having those ring and house means that we have to be apart, then I would rather not have them at all.

Because…

I never said that I want them…

I don’t want his house…

Neither his money…

I just want him…

I love him

So I put my feelings into words and spelt it for him.

Praying that he would understand my feelings.

And then…

He kissed me…

He kissed me on the lips…

He kissed me on the forehead…

On my eyelids…

On my neck…

We kissed for a long time…

A really long time…

And when I finally felt like melting...

He asked me if he could…

I knew what he wanted to do…

But…

I have no strength to refuse...

Nor do I have the will to even refuse...

I just leaned my back weakly against his chest, letting him do whatever he wanted to me...

His arms was hugging me tightly as his lips tickled on my neck…

His hands started to caress my breast tenderly

The feeling of his palm and the silky camisole sent a pleasurable itch to the tip of my breast…

I could feel them becoming more and more sensitive as his finger teased them on and off…

I could hear his rough breathing on my neck…

I could feel his desire…

I turned my head to the side, facing him…

We kissed again…

And as I felt his tongue entwining with mine…

I could feel his hand started to knead my breast…

I never knew that it would feel so good…

His rough hand, grabbing them from below…

His finger, pinching and teasing the tip

I couldn’t help but to let loose a whimper…

And like dousing a vat of oil into the fire…

He became a beast…

He bit my earlobes and fondled my breast harder and harder…

I could only scream louder in pleasure…

My mind was drunk…

My body was hot...

Then as my consciousness was fleeting like a cloud…

I felt something hard was pushing me from below…

I have no idea why, but I felt an unbearable itch in my loins

And when I started to move my hip back and forth…

It gave me a pleasure I have never felt…

I couldn’t even stop moaning…

Then I realized that he had stopped fondling my breast and started to let out small groans together with my moans…

I wondered if it felt good for him too…

I turned my body slowly, facing him…

Then I put my hand on his shoulder…

And looked below…

My feet were spread widely…

And in between…

‘It’ was standing proudly like a sword pointing to the sun…

I couldn’t imagine how ‘it’ looked like below the cloth…

But it was as big I imagined ‘it’ to be…

I could also feel how hard ‘it’ is as ‘it’ touched my loins…

I wanted to try pleasuring him as he had done to me

So I pushed ‘it’ against my loins...

Squeezed ‘it’ between our bodies…

And started moving my body up and down…

I had no idea if it felt as good for him as it was to me…

But it was so good that I couldn’t even stop my own voice from screaming…

Especially when ‘it’ sometimes slipped and started to push through the cloth and into my loins from below…

I could feel something flowing out of my loins onto my underwear…

The slippery feelings combined with the silky underwear…

When I looked below, I could see the liquids started to seep out and smear onto his trouser…

I thought that I had wet myself, so I apologized to him…

But then, Zed suddenly hugged and kissed me…

Pervert…

So I moved my hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck…

Trying to hug him tighter…

Then I could feel one his hand slipping from behind underneath my camisole…

While the other was trying to lift my shirt…

I lifted both of my hand while still kissing his lips…

Then he removed both of my shirt and camisole with one swift movement…

And as if knowing my embarrassment, he also started to remove his top

There we were, hugging each other tightly with our bare upper bodies, kissing and entwining our tongues…

He started to fondle my breast again…

‘I wonder if he likes them…’

Then suddenly, he stopped kissing my lips, and started to kiss my right breast instead…

I felt a jolt running through my head when he suddenly sucked and nibbled on the tip…

I couldn’t help but scream and tighten my grip on his hair…

But, before I could even register all the pleasure I am feeling…

I suddenly felt his other hand slipping through the back of my trouser…

Sneaking below my silk underwear…

And going straight to where it had been itching the most…

I could feel his rough fingers scraping, scratching, rubbing, and pinching all kinds of parts thereunder…

It was too much…

The wave of pleasure was drowning me…

I could faintly feel that something was threatening to burst out…

I didn’t want to wet myself in front of him…

So I tried to tell him to stop…

But…

Not only he didn’t stop…

He went harder instead…

No matter how much I screamed ‘no’ and tried to avoid his fingers, he just wouldn’t stop…

He even hugged my hips with the other hand to stop me from squirming around…

I tried so hard to stop myself from letting loose, but the pleasure coming from my breast and loins was rapidly breaking my limit…

And then…

It came out…

Together with the waves of pleasure that came again and again

I wetted myself…

I could feel something streaming out of my loins, wetting his hand, my underwear, my trouser, and even his lap...

I would have felt so embarrassed if not for the pleasure that left my head totally blanked out…

I couldn’t even muster an ounce of strength…

I could only limply lean my body onto his…

Then…

I fell asleep…

“Last night actually felt better than what I have imagined it to be… I even thought that I wet myself…” Sakura flipped the page and started to read again what she had written on the second day.

“…Why did I fell asleep on the most important moment though?” Sakura suddenly sighed. ‘Eh? Why do I feel disappointed?! I-I am not a pervert!’

Feeling embarrassed, Sakura shook her head and closed her diary.

She hid it inside her bag while feeling quite depressed. “Ugh… why do I always write something like this… I am not the pervert… He is the pervert…”

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