Girlfriend Diary

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There was a period when I was incredibly thirsty (I'm incredibly thirsty almost every period of time). Coincidentally, my girlfriend was also cooperative, and we once had a record of nine consecutive days of intense sex (almost crippling me!). During that time, under my coercion and enticement (hehehe), she wrote a few sex diary entries. Here are some excerpts to share with everyone.

Having gotten used to erotic literature written by men, perhaps you want a change? Women generally have less exposure to erotic literature, so the writing is inevitably immature, but at least it's genuine. If you like it, I'll continue posting.

The following is excerpted from day one of the nine days.

(Note: This series has no strict chronological order.)

He dried himself off and came out of the bathroom first. I dried my hair, put on my underwear (I believe he prefers this rather than directly enjoying my nakedness), opened the door, and the dim yellow light in the bedroom bathed the surroundings in a hazy glow. He lay on the bed, eyes closed, silent. I noticed my pillow was missing. Though somewhat prepared, I was still startled, my heart racing. In the silence, I knew something was about to erupt.

I turned off the light. Darkness enveloped me, but my heart felt free, like it had been released from its bonds, its wings unfurled. Before I could even think further, I heard his heavy breathing. He suddenly rolled over, pinning me beneath him, roughly ripping off my underwear (while he? He never undressed in bed). I shifted slightly, feeling the desire within me, my breathing quickening.

He pulled a pillow from under the covers, elevating my waist (he always said it made it easier to see), parted my legs, and supported my buttocks with his hands. Everything happened quickly. At the moment of penetration, I couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh. My whole body burned, my desire rising to another level. My lower abdomen began to contract, and fluid slowly flowed.

His lower body was burning hot and incredibly sexy, making me want to wrap it up with all my might. I instinctively arched my back and hips for a tighter connection.

His movements were slow and powerful, his penis rubbing against my vaginal walls. With each thrust, I could clearly feel its changes—getting hotter, harder, and sharper, as if it were about to pierce me. My vagina expanded inch by inch, being eroded inch by inch. At that moment, I still had the strength to imagine that I could see his erect, sexy penis plunging into my wet opening, deeply penetrating my body…

He said he loved seeing his penis thrusting in and out of my body, loved seeing his tender labia turned inside out. He once wanted to put a mirror next to me so we could admire it together, but I quickly refused. First, I was embarrassed, and second, I couldn't imagine how I would have the time or energy to appreciate it at that moment.

“I’ll fuck you to death!”

“Fuck,” what a sexy word!

This was the first time. He didn’t use any techniques, just the most primal, wide-open movements. When he pulled out, only the head of his penis was inside, and when he thrust in, it went all the way in.

I moaned and cried out in rhythm with his thrusts. His long, curly pubic hair gently caressed my labia and mons pubis like the wind, while his scrotum slapped against my perineum. Fluid kept flowing out, making squelching sounds in sync with our intercourse. All of this blended together, becoming the prelude to orgasm.

I occasionally opened my eyes and saw him with his head down, sweat dripping down his handsome face, so sexy. Darling, do you know? I love you so much, I am yours, possessed by you, how happy I am! ...

Waves of pleasure crashed over me, I could hardly breathe, yet waves of moans escaped my throat, my fingertips digging into his soaked back. I desperately responded to him, and under the uncontrollable contractions of my flesh, he could no longer maintain his composure, thrusting faster and deeper, yes, deeper with each stroke. I could clearly feel his swollen glans burning my clitoris with each thrust.

My consciousness had already blurred, I couldn't see anything, getting closer and closer!

I gasped for breath, but this was no longer for breathing or moaning; it was getting closer… Finally, a maddening tremor and spasms swept through my entire body. My vagina was no longer for me; my uterus opened its doors to welcome my only man. Even the boundary between life and death ceased to exist; all around me was blue sky and white clouds.

His penis suddenly boiled, and with a final thrust, the glans pressed hard against the deepest point. His body stopped moving, but his penis bounced and pounded, ejaculating hot, sticky fluid that reached my warm, beautiful harbor. I wrapped my arms and legs tightly around him; blue sky and white clouds, I didn't want to go back…

His penis gradually cooled and softened. He withdrew from my body and lay down to the side, breathing heavily.

The nerves in my body, which had been taut with extreme excitement, went limp, but the aftershocks still lingered within me, and I couldn't help but tremble. Warm fluid flowed down my thighs.

After a while, he got up, nudged me to lie on my side, and curled one leg up to my chest, while he knelt on my other leg. The air crackled again, burning my body with heat. He was hard again, his glans rubbing against my leg.

He grasped his penis in his hand, aiming it at my still sticky opening. The moment it touched my labia, I couldn't help but tremble. His posture was so sensual it was maddening. I eagerly moved forward, but he chuckled mischievously and dodged, pressing down my hand that was waving to grab him. He only cared about gently rubbing his glans, scrotum, or the side of his penis against my labia, moving up and down around the opening.

My vagina suddenly swelled and ached, a feeling of emptiness welled up inside me, a mixture of soreness and itchiness. I could only grip the blanket tightly, moaning and enduring his teasing and torment, waiting for his ecstatic penetration.

After a surge of heat, a gush of vaginal fluid erupted. I couldn't hold back any longer and grabbed his waist, crying out in a panic, "Fuck me!...Fuck me! I'm yours! I want you! Fuck me!"

He grinned mischievously, then finally released his grip, thrusting his hips forward and filling me completely. "Ah—," I murmured, clutching the pillow, savoring the sensation.

This position made me feel like he was penetrating deeper, as if he could reach right into my womb, completely merging with me. But this time, he didn't just thrust wildly; he began to sip and savor, slowly and deliberately. The rough texture of his penis, the subtle folds of my vaginal walls, the slippery fluids, and the tenderness in my heart—all these melted together, complementing each other like a delicious soup.

I thanked God for bringing me to this man. The wonderful experience of sex made me completely different from my middle school self, who had always thought I would never sleep with a man. It's not that becoming promiscuous is something to brag about, but he made me experience the joy of being a complete woman—the joy of being able to satisfy him, enjoy him, and, more importantly, because I love him. This joy is sex and love, the harmonious fusion of us.

The sounds of our smooth, rubbing flesh were warm and lingering, and I was completely captivated. In my dizziness, I felt his reaction; his penis was still gradually growing larger. I knew this was because I was involuntarily spasming—a sign of impending orgasm—women are different from men; after the first orgasm, the second and third are actually easier.

My vagina felt stretched, numb, hot, and swollen, and pleasure rapidly accumulated in my lower abdomen.

I—no, this was no longer my will, but my body—clenched it, then gently relaxed, then clenched it even more desperately, then relaxed again… He could have lasted longer, but under my powerful onslaught, he stopped trying to hold on and began thrusting deeply again, swaying from side to side, his glans plunging left and right inside my vagina. I continued to moan, and occasionally when he touched my G-spot, I would scream or sob as if I had been electrocuted.

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