April 01, 2003 ~ 4:45 p.m.
Feeling:
Song of the day: "Cruel" ~ Tori Amos
I sat alone one night, thinking about a certain someone until he suddenly came in. I was surprised to see him; I turned slightly red with embarrassment because he would see me like this. He slowly stepped over and knelt down beside me. I tried to move away but it was no use; I was vulnerable to his touch.
I bit my lip nervously as his hands reached over and touched me gently. I felt myself flush all over. Warmth transferred from skin to skin, but I could not move. I could only look into his eyes. He smiled at me, one that seemed so innocent yet I felt as if there was a hint of something I wasn't quite sure of behind it. He reached past me then picked up something before those hands returned to touch my bare shoulders.
I felt red hot now; there was nothing I could do. He licked his lips in satisfaction as he reached down and began to toy with something. My eyes widened in surprise at what I saw. It was large and slightly wrinkled, slight ridges over it. I swallowed, not liking the look of it. I glanced up at him, my frightened eyes meeting his suave, soothing ones.
Soon it was soaked with liquid. He moved closer to me and without warning began to rub against me. I gasped a bit as it touched me. It was rough and hard, and I found it very unpleasant at first. Though it is always hard the first time. It continued to rub against me, its ridged form teasing my sensitive skin. His eyes had a tinge of concern in them as he saw that I was in slight discomfort. He pulled away for a while and gently touched my cheek to reassure me that it wasn't going to hurt again.
He rubbed me again, slowly and gently this time, and the sensation began to feel more pleasurable. A while after the gentle rubbing he reached over and grabbed a bottle. He poured the liquid over the hard and rough oddity and in it went again, back to me. My eyes were half closed in content at how soothing it felt. It went on until I felt like I had to get out.
I was getting wrinkly. I couldn't stay in the water too long. My bathtime was over. So much for having a good time.
He smiled at me one more time before he got up and left, taking his rough hard item with him.
Man, I wish I could have a loofa.
Ehhh?? Enjoy?? HA HA! APRIL FOOLS! @.@
What did you THINK happened??? Tsk tsk...you dirty minded people you...
I fooled you with the date too! This entry wasn't written on April 1st....in fact, I missed out on April Fools. Sara got me several times, and I barely could think of anything. Except this. Which is a few days late. Of course, 'LoofA' is 'AFool' spelt backwards...
Hehehe.....
Written: April 4, 2003
P.S. This piece of writing is fiction. Something like this NEVER happened to me. Though I wish it did. Yeah right...that's a lie.
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