Diary Entry – June 15th
Tonight, I can hardly believe what happened. It’s like a dream, but the evidence of what we did is still fresh on my skin. I’m devastated, yet strangely excited by the forbidden thrill of it all.
Last summer before college, I returned home to find my stepfather, Anthony, more present than ever. Of course, I had known him since I was a kid, but somehow, this summer I started seeing him differently. He’s handsome, successful, and oh-so-male. I noticed the way his eyes craved me when I walked by, the way his gaze lingered on my curves. It scared and thrilled me at the same time.
When My mom Elena left for her trip, Anthony and I were alone in the house. I was lounging in my room, browsing through social media, when I decided to take a peek at his bedroom door. Curiosity got the better of me, and I tiptoed down the hall, my heart pounding in my chest. I slowly pushed open the door, my eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through the blinds.
And there he was, sprawled out on Elena’s king-sized bed, completely naked. My breath caught in my throat as I took in his chiseled abs, the trail of dark hair leading down to his erect cock. I had never seen a man’s body so up close before, and the sight took my breath away. Before I could react, I heard a groan and realized he had fallen asleep.
In a daze, I crept closer, my fingers trailing along the sheets as I approached him. I had never given oral sex before, but the opportunity was too tempting to pass up. I knelt between his legs, my eyes locked on his member, and leaned in to take him in my mouth. The taste of his skin was foreign but not unpleasant, and I found myself growing more comfortable with each stroke of my tongue.
Lost in the moment, I didn’t hear Anthony stirring until he groaned loudly, startling me. I pulled back, gasping for air, and that’s when I saw his eyes flutter open, focusing on me. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the air thick with tension.
Then, to my surprise, Anthony reached for me, pulling me down onto the bed on top of him. He flipped me over, pinning me beneath his powerful frame. I felt a thrill of fear mixed with excitement as he spread my legs and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue was skillful, lapping at my clit with a hunger that made me tremble.
Before I could process the intimacy of the moment, Anthony rolled us over again, entering me in one smooth thrust. The stretch was intense, but he gave me a moment to adjust before starting to move. His cock was thick and hard, filling me completely as he pounded into me with a rhythm that sent shockwaves through my body.
I had never been fucked like this before, and the raw, animalistic pleasure was overwhelming. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, as he pistoned in and out of me with increasing urgency. My breasts bounced with each thrust, and I couldn’t help but moan loudly, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
Anthony’s grunt of pleasure told me he had reached his climax, and with a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, holding me tight as he spilled his seed. I felt his warmth filling me, and it pushed me over the edge as well. I came hard, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.
As we lay there, panting and spent, I couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for our relationship moving forward. Was this a one-time mistake, or a sign of something more forbidden to come? Would my mother Elena find out? I didn’t have the answers, but for now, all I could focus on was the afterglow lingering between my thighs and the weight of Anthony’s body still pressing against mine.
This entry ends here, but the consequences and developments will certainly continue to unfold in the coming days. Until next time…