So I was getting off on the sweat and all.  then was breakfast (lunch) and

9:33 pm

Oh Erica, Not Again!

by Max Fatchen, from Funny Folk Poems About People 1986

Every time we go on the pier,

Or down to the sea, that is,

Erica says she’s feeling queer

And it make her poor head wizz.

Erica says she lied the land,

And here isn’t, alas, much doubt,

As soon as she steps on a tripper’s boat

Erica’s legs gve out.

Erica’s hands will clutch the rail.

She hears the timbers creak.

She wonders where the lifebelts are–

Or if we’ve sprung a leak.

There’s never a sign of storm or gale.

But mother’s crying “Quick!”

And so it’s just the same old tale.

Erica’s sick.

I thought that was cute.  [Step-Sister]‘s on the phone with Wayne so I guess Erica won’t be able to call me back tonight.  This weekend we’re going to Monterey so that means the whole time I’ll have to think about her and be depressed but not act depressed because then I would get questions asked of me and I don’t want to bother with that.  I’ll go through withdrawls not because of the sex but just being with her.  The times we’re alone together seem all the better and more intense because it is so few and quite far between.  Just today after school Krystle, Amy, and she came over to make chocolate chip cookies and we kept looking at each other (looks become very important too) and finally I said I had to go get [Step-Sister], got [Step-Sister] to go downstairs and we kissed.  It was so exciting just being able to be close to her.  [Step-Sister] asked me why my mouth was all red.  (It was a combo of smeared lipstick and teeth marks.)  And of course I had to lie.  Which I hate doing.  I believe [Step-Sister] is quite suspicious though.  Maybe I should just tell her.  But then she would ask me all sorts of dumb questions about how we have sex, etc.  and she would say something about me not being able to get a guy and settling for less.  But that’s not true and I just don’t want her thinking that I’m scum or something.  ‘Cause I’m not and I choose to do what I do ’cause I want to do it, not because I have to.

The weekend again.  We were messing around, I had an orgasm.  Or if it wasn’t I don’t think I’ll be able to stand the real thing.  [Just thought about the day over at Juree's house when we were on the pone with Amy and when Erica was in the bathroom Juree came up to me and hugged me really close and probably expected me to do something.]  Anyway I was screaming and all from pleasure and it felt as if I couldn’t stand it anymore.  Anyway, it was both the best and worst feeling in the world.  I felt like I was going crazy, to die, and to die all at once.  I couldn’t say complete sentences because I was breathing so funny and jerking so much (my clitoris was being rubbed) and I thought I wouldn’t be able to stand it any longer.  So after I came I guess Erica didn’t know it ’cause she kept going.  I couldn’t understand how she could have kept going for so long.  Finally I told her to stop but she would not.  So then I said I wasn’t insatiable.  I thought I’d cry from the pleasure and felt like my body couldn’t handle it any more.  She told me she just wanted me to have an orgasm.  I told her that I really, really thought I had.  [My body got all tingly and sort of numb except the feeling between my legs then it gets to a point where I can't see and I just hold on until I can't any longer.  With the release is when I scream and I have to say it was quite a beautiful thing.  I'm sorry Erica didn't know I had one because I'm sure she would have liked to have known.  I'll tell her next time.]  But then again maybe I didn’t ’cause I still am not clear from other females on what they feel like.  I want to have sex with Erica tomorrow.  Well, actually, right now would be better but tomorrow will do.

I won’t even be with my honey this weekend so I don’t know what to do.  Friday after work maybe we can do something, but what?  Rent 9 1/2 Weeks and screw our brains out ’til I have to be home that night ’cause we’re leaving in the morning?  I’ll probably die over the weekend not being able to see her face, her body, hear her voice, feel her touch.  God, if I don’t finish this dumb weekend thing, I’ll die.  Then we did some more (I lost count now of just how many times we’ve had sex) and I started telling her what to do.  Like to slow down, or to be gentle.  I told her to take off all my clothes and every time she’s speed up I’d make her slow down even slower than she was going before.  She thought she was going to die but I knew she wouldn’t.  So she said no one’s eve taken control before so she loved it.

She says I’m up to three fingers and I wonder if that just happened (One time Friday night she said what she was doing must hurt so that could have been when she put three in.) or if  down in LA when I bled so much that’s how many/what she did.  I’ll have to ask but that’ll be kind of embarrassing.  (Shannon’s the one who asked about how many in the first place.)  Very tired, have to urinate.

Tags: come fun, D/s, Diary, mmm pussy

Categories: Diary

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