Dear Diary
It was on the party during the afternoon of some stupid movie s premier e that I met Angelina, she was drop dead gorgeous as ever. She was wearing a black coloured gown that snugly hugged on her ample curves. The dress accentuated her features in a slightly provocative way. But oh her face, it was so bold and beautiful, she was careless about how the world thinks about her, she was a powerful lady, having her perspective on everything. She was so different from me, I almost depended on somebody for everything, and my opinions change from time to time. I always cherished those chats with her, it seemed that she too did enjoy my presence. I have seen her admiring me openly, she never made an attempt to cover up her intentions, whereas I didnt even dare to meet her in the eye while we conversed or while I checked her out. The differences between us has never kept us from being friends or rather good friends. Each time I would win the most beautiful girl by some survey, it would be her call that I would receive first, congratulating me on the achievement. It was not my talent or anything that I am pretty but still, she made it a point to do so. I loved her dearly and valued her so much as a friend.
But the emotions that stirred me today as she came up to me was totally different. I coudnt stop staring at those creamy sculpted thighs as she approached me. I didnt know how she would have felt about my actions, I was staring, peeping and glancing through the slit of her gown like a pervert teenager. She was breathtakingly beautiful her skin was glowing in the afternoon sun, the breeze playing with her curls and teasing her by blowing all over her face. I was transfixed in that state, I wish time would stand still for me, I was drinking up her beauty with my eyes. Her presence was so pleasantly commanding, even her smile had that captivating effect. After a warm smile her fleshy lips poised between a smile and silence. I was staring at her like a real pervert now.
It was then that it happened, she woke me up from my trance with a friendly yet firm slap on my ass. I was startled, the spank had produced some noise, turning a few heads at us. I blushed to a deep crimson as she laughed again. Oh god please dont laugh like this Angie I prayed in my mind. I was feeling all gooey inside as she laughed at me. She broke the silence and we began to chat. During the chat I could barely meet her glazing eyes, she looked at me with a serious intensity, she was looking at me like a tigress looking at a helpless captured doe. My eyes flirted with hers for a fleeting moment and would graze away, I just couldnt look up at her. Beautiful and naughty images flashed through my mind as she was speaking to me. Her voice seemed to calm the sea in our background, on her suggestion we moved towards the sea and was walking on the beach.
Her gown cascaded from her flaring hips to a lazy tail behind her. I was just wearing a red party gown that reached up to my knees. Her gown made her look like as if goddess Callipso herself had came out of the sea. Every move she made had that goddess like grace. We walked on idly along the sand till we reached around a rock. She sat there not waiting for my reaction, not caring about her gown, just the way she always was independent and bold. I was continuing my staring routine all the way, I was feeling helplessly weak, like a puppet merely following its master. Dancing to the strings attached to it , I was following her blindly imitating whatever she did, agreeing to whatever she said mindlessly. I sat down on the sand along with her, she looked at me again with that intense look.
I felt my lips drying up, quivering like I was on the verge of saying something and couldnt just push it out of my mouth. She was watching me, her eyes becoming fierry and hypnotic by the moment. My heart was punding like a huge drum, I felt as if darkness was creeping into my eyes from the dark corners of my mind. She gently raised her arm and smoothed my quivering lips with her thumb. With a gentle push she parted my lips and pushed it into my drying mouth. A moan, a deep guttural moan of pure satisfaction arouse from my throat, it was so ethereal as if it didnt come from my body at all. I massaged her thumb with my tongue, she didnt command me to do so but her eyes were speaking for itself and they didnt take no for an answer, and even if it cost my life I wouldnt have given a no at that moment. I tried to be as delicate as possible, running my tongue over and over her thumb, suckling on it like a newborn baby. She was enjoying what I was doing, her smile said it all.
She gently began to force her thumb in and out of my eager lips, I was dying to please her. She gripped me behind my neck, holding the nape of my neck firmly and pulled my mouth onto hers. Our lips met and locked onto each other in vacuum tight seal. I felt as if I was thirsty for ages, as her tongue darted into my mouth, I couldnt help but suck on it with a burning need. Her sweet saliva flowed into my mouth so generously, I was gulping it down like voracious wolf. With the artifice of a painter her fingers drew erotic paintings onto my exposed back, I felt so vulnerable so wanting so much in need for being complete. Her nails clawed into my back making me wince with pain, I didnt know if I sobbed, but her fingers kept up its job of giving me alternating sensations of exaltation and pain. Her tongue was agile and untamed. She was so meticulously probing my mouth, around my teeth massaging my gums, and exploring the deepest darkest secrets of my mouth with a purpose. It was as if her tongue was a fatal serpent motivated to strike at the most sensitive parts of my mouth. Her grip on my neck wasnt weakening, and I didnt want it to weaken, ever. Our lips kept on kissing each other competing in pressing and squeezing each other with the maximum force and need, she tilted my head sidewards and as if giving me a artificial respiration, her kiss suddenly took me to a new high. She was gently bit by bit sucking the air from my lungs, and all I cared was to eagerly swallow the generous amount of her sweet juices she was pouring into my mouth. I didnt know for how long this went on, tears were flowing out of my eyes, maybe this is what I should call tears of bliss, pure bliss.
I was gasping for breath, my breast rising and falling with rhythm of my heavy breathing. I was in her hands looking at her face with a need I never felt before. She was having that smile on her face again, fully aware that I was completely hers to take, like a trophy she had earned. “I need you to come with me tonight, and wear something that could pleases me and tease me.” some thing in her voice said it wasnt a request and something in my logic screamed it wasnt okay, but from the deepest core of my existence I wanted to please her, please her like she was never pleased before in her life. To surrender to her demands with my whole heart, soul and body.