Diary Entry

I should have left you a message. I shouldn’t have just disappeared. I know you’ll worry.

The way we connected. The bond we forged. It meant something.

But I had to get away. I have to clear my head. What I said in your ear, the name of another woman, that’s not fair to you. That’s not right. And if I can’t move on from the loss I’ve experienced, how can I start a relationship with you?

How can I wake up in the morning and know your name is going to be the first thing from my lips? How can I know I’m able to be the man you want, the man you deserve?

I want to be there for you, darling, body and soul, and that means letting go of the past. That’s why I’ve disappeared.

But don’t worry. I’m not gone for long. I’ll come back to you, and I’ll make it all up to you.

I’ll wake up in the morning and the first thing I’ll think about is you. I’ll roll over in the bed, searching for you before I even open my eyes. I’ll know your naked body is there, close to me, keeping me warm. You’ll be tired from the lovemaking of the night before.

Because I’ll fuck you every night of our life, baby. You know it. I know it. You’ll be mine, for my pleasure, and I’ll never be able to get enough of you.

If you’re not in the bed, you’re in the shower. I walk quietly to the bathroom and peek around the corner. The water’s running. Steam is billowing out from behind the curtain.

I take off my clothes and pull back the curtain.

“Good morning, Kane,” you say.

Your nakedness thrills me. It always thrills me. The curves of your thighs, the round, heart shape of your ass, the thin line of your pussy, the soft pillows of your breasts. Instantly, I’m hard.

“Again?” you say, amazed because of the treatment I already gave you during the night.

“Again,” I say, leaving you in no doubt I’m serious.

My cock is erect and throbbing, pointing dead ahead, right at you.

I get into the shower and you start washing me, rubbing your hands over my chest and back. I pull you close against me and kiss your lips. I’m so hard that my cock is sticking into your stomach.

You look down at it and laugh. You grab a sponge and pour shower gel on it. Then you rub my cock, teasing it with the sponge as you wash me. You get down on your knees to wash my legs and I take your head in my hand.

You look up at me and your sweet, innocent eyes almost make me cum right then and there. It’s a good thing I don’t because my cum would take you by surprise, right on your face.

The water is hitting you on the back and flowing off you, giving you an alluring gleam.

I can’t resist you. Not for another second.

I guide your mouth to the tip of my cock.

“Open wide, baby.”

You obey me, opening your mouth, and I slide my erect shaft into your warm mouth. You feel like heaven. It’s all I can do to resist cumming. You’re a drug to me. An addiction. All I want is to cum in your mouth.

I slide my cock along the length of your tongue and then you pull me back into your mouth. Your tongue is heavenly, playing with the head of my cock and coaxing my pleasure. Back and forth, I slide my cock out of your mouth and then all the way back into your throat. I feel a throb of pre-orgasmic pleasure and know I’m ready to cum in your mouth.

In a flash of passion I pull my cock out of your mouth, reach down and lift you up in my arms. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around my torso and cling to me as if your life depends on it. I press you against the tiled wall of the shower and pin you between the wall and my rock hard chest. My hands are splayed against the wall as my cock finds the opening of your pussy and slides far inside you.

You cry out in shock, and your arms knock over all the bottles and soaps, sending them crashing to the ground.

Neither of us care about the mess. I drive my cock deeper into you, slamming my body into yours, and you kick out your legs and tear down the shower curtain.

Water is spraying all over the bathroom, getting all over the floor, and neither of us even notice.

“Cum in me,” you say, and I know you’re the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.

That’s why I can do this. That’s why I can cum inside you without a care for the consequences. That’s why I can make you mine in the truest, fullest sense of the word.

I thrust into you again and again, each powerful motion pressing you harder against the wall. The entire bathroom is a mess now, bottles of shampoo spilling down the drain, water getting all over the floor, and the mess matches the raw, animal passion of our lust.

When I thrust for the final time, our eyes lock. I feel the orgasm rush up from the core of my being and flow through my cock, into you. I pour my cum into you as if I’m pouring my soul into you. I keep going, the orgasm reaching into the depths of my being and finding more and more cum, more and more pleasure, more and more of my soul, to pour into you.

I can tell you’re cumming too. I scream your name and you cry out, an indecipherable moan of pleasure.

“I love you,” I pant, still holding you in my arms.

I carry you out of the bathroom and drop you on our bed.

“Holy shit,” you say, looking up at me.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” I say. “I’m going to shut off that water, then I’m really going to show you what I want to do to you!”