Erotica, Series

The Leatherbound Diaries, Part 1

Hotel: Two strangers eager for a late night - no strings attached…

Each part is a stand-alone erotic story. A page from the diary of a young woman called Cathy.

The room is spacious, not the run-of-the-mill cramped hotel set up of bed, closet and bathroom. I’ve kicked off my heeled mules and enjoy the lush, thick carpet under the soles of my bare feet. We’re on the tenth floor and the window view shows the city twinkling its lights.

Murat is hunched in front of the mini-fridge underneath the flat-screen, which shows a journalist reporting on the stock exchange. She smiles deadpan into the lens like she hates her job. The sound’s off, luckily. I don’t need to hear whatever useless information this poor girl mutters. Actually, I don’t need her at all.

‘Do you mind?’ I say as I grab the remote. Murat turns to me and back to the TV as the screen goes black with a little pop. He shakes his head and stands up to show me a small bottle of cheap champagne.

‘It will probably give you a headache in the morning, but it’s all they have on offer,’ he says. He winks at me and I like his boyish smile. When he chatted me up in the bar, I knew I’d go up to his room with him. He’s my kind of guy. Caring to his mother, reverent to his father, still in love with his wife, but too young and restless to not fuck a pretty girl his age in a hotel when he’s abroad. I’m sure he’ll ask for my number later out of politeness. But even if I give it to him, he won’t text me lovey-dovey stuff or send dick pics. He knows that we both want this to be just what it is. Two strangers eager for a late night, no strings attached, fuck.

I hope Murat tastes better than the plonk my palate is suffering. His grimaced face makes me laugh as he tastes the bad bubbles too.

‘Fuck this,’ he says, putting his glass down and taking mine from my hand.

He slips his arm around my waist and pulls me closer. We kiss. It’s nice. His lips are as soft as they are full. He doesn’t prod his tongue in right away but allows us to first feel how our lips match together. I enjoy kissing, always did. In primary school we played a game called ‘dark room’ — I was about eleven — where we’d pull the curtains of one of our kiddie rooms to make it as dark as possible and walk around slowly. If you bumped into someone, you needed to kiss them.

We were a group of friends, seven of us: four girls, three boys. Of course, we cheated as it wasn’t so pitch dark that we couldn’t see who was who. I still remember how sweet Ewan tasted and how his tongue curled around mine. I still get excited recalling the first time Beth and I knowingly bumped into each other — but pretended we didn’t — and rolled a sweet around in our mouths. It was deliciously innocent and naughty at the same time.

I’m the first to use tongue. Murat responds with passion and I enjoy how fat his tongue is. He fills my mouth with it and immediately I wonder how it will feel on my pussy lips. His hands caress my back and descend towards my bum. He squeezes it unhurriedly. As my cheeks part with every squeeze, my labia are being pulled too. Kissing makes me wet and I already want to be touched down there, but I’m a patient girl. Refrain is an aphrodisiac. Murat’s cock is getting hard. I feel it grow against my belly as his kisses and squeezes become more fervent. I decide to have a feel and let my hand glide over the stretched fabric of his trousers. His moan vibrates against my lips. There’s room enough for my hand to slip inside his trousers. He flexes his abs to give me even more space. His body is well-trained, he’s got a clear ‘V’ I can follow down like a delta to the sea. Fuck, he’s big. If I don’t free him soon, his button will pop and his zipper will break.

‘Sit down,’ he says and he coaxes me towards the bed. I do as instructed and sit on the edge. I watch him undo his trousers, pulling them down together with his boxers, kicking it all away. He pulls his shirt over his head, which he tosses on the floor. He smiles jauntily as he stands naked before me, his cock erect. He takes a step in my direction and instinctively I part my lips.

‘Undress,’ he says, like before, with the air of someone who’s used to giving commands, but without the egotistical force of an autocrat. It’s the efficiency of being clear more than anything else.

I take my time to get rid of my slim fitting dress, staying seated because I think he likes this. I have to wriggle to roll it over my ass and pull it up. I can see that my lingerie pleases Murat.

‘You’re perfect,’ he says. ‘Please leave that on.’

I’m not quite sure if he expects me to do anything as I watch him take his hard cock in his hand to stroke it. How did he know I’d like this view? Maybe he’s testing me? Well, I guess my face speaks volumes. I bite my lip as my breathing quickens and his strokes do too. I let my eyes wander over his broad torso, taking in the flexed muscles of his jerking arm. Fucking hell, this guy must be in the gym daily. Or an Olympic swimmer.

I lower my gaze to his tip that’s leaking pre-cum. It’s such a lovely cock, I do hope that after he comes on me, it’s going to be up again soon enough to fuck me. I’m eager to feel it part my lips and stretch my cunt. But for now, I’ll focus on his climax and receive his load because that is clearly what he wants.

Disregarding his last command, I take off my bra and cup my breasts. I hold my nipples between my fingers and pull on them. Our eyes lock and it’s clear my decision to bare my boobs is undisputed.

‘Come on my tits baby,’ I plead, throwing my head backwards.

I’m as excited as Murat is, and the soft bed linen beneath me is getting soaked with my horny juices. He’s close and I urge him towards the edge by showing him my heated tongue, saliva dripping on my lower lip. He groans hard now, and all of his muscles tighten to reach over the edge. His warm semen lands on my tits and neck and I gasp. Why this feels so nice I have no idea, but it turns me on every time. Massaging my boobs, I spread his cream like lotion over my heated skin. It lubes my hard nipples and with a mischievous smile I look up at Murat who watches me with glee.

‘Come here, you,’ I say and I spread my arms to embrace him.

My hands on his hard ass, I pull him close to take his wonderful cock in my mouth and lick it clean. He kneels, takes my face in his hands and kisses me. His cum and my saliva mix on his lips.

‘Thank you,’ he says.

What a gentleman. He lifts me up and places me on my back on the bed. His hands caress my bare legs and find their way up along my inner thighs, followed by tickly little kisses. He inhales deeply and I’m sure that the scent of my wet pussy appeals to him like an iconic perfume to a fragrance connoisseur. I will feel that fat tongue on my swollen lips soon enough. With a body like his, of course he’s got stamina and I’ll welcome that lovely cock when it’s ready to invade me. I’ll no doubt come more often than the times we’ll meet again.

Leatherbound Diaries — to be continued…

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