This is a literal entry from my journal. I never finished writing it. Here is what I have:
It was your birthday. We had been peripheral friends, I saw you at events, causal small talk, formalities, one time we sat in a sauna with a couple of other people. Even without my glasses I could make our your eyes trailing up my skin. I wanted to be your friend, I liked that you were weird and sad and had a particular taste in music. Tall, skinny white boy—I was intrigued. You sent out an email to multiple people, letting us know that you were planning on going to a bar for a birthday drink and wanted us to come. I felt a twitch of excitement.
I wore black tights, black boots, black sweater, a necklace that looked a little bit too much like a leash. The small group met up and I could feel your eyes on me, lingering on the necklace. I prayed for a knot of lust to tie itself in your stomach. Interesting. We walked together over to the bar, I was giddy and ran around, and you followed and made jokes all the way to the bar. The bar was wood paneled and most of the tables were occupied with bearded men and hapless brunettes. After work drinks maybe. We sidled up to the bar crowded with men and you reached for your wallet. I put my hand on your hand, this was the first time I ever touched your skin.
“What do you want?”
“Two hearted. Thanks, you are the best.”
You gave me a side hug and claimed a table for our group. I came over with a pitcher of beer, 5 glasses and saw a spot saved for me. Right next to you. We drank and shared stories. You kept mentioning to me how you hadn’t drunk in awhile. I felt alcohol fill my system fast. I got hot and playful, I pinched your nose and tickled your side and pulled your ear and you smiled, laughed, red cheeked, bleary eyed, pressed your knee against mine and asked me personal questions. We all went out for a smoke and I told you to climb on my back, I turned around and presented your backside to the group and yelled, “Birthday spanking!” Instead, you smacked my ass hard and laughed in my ear.
We all walked home our separate ways. You and I lived close to eachother and so did Anna. Anna had just gotten her nipple pierced, she showed us the silver bar with pride and chattered about how she could actually feel her nipples now. She stopped and looked at me, “Aren’t yours super sensitive?” I felt embarrassment even through my drunkenness. I gave a small nod and could feel you staring at me. “You could still get one, probably.” Anna smiled and I shook my head.
“I can come from someone stroking my nipples, I’d probably pass out if they got pierced.”
Anna laughed and went on to talk about her sexuality. We dropped her off and headed in the direction of your house. You paused and stopped in the street. “Now what?” I looked at you and felt a wave of confidence flow through me. “Well, maybe we could smoke weed or listen to music?” You said yes and lead me to your apartment, to your room. We sat in the fluorescent light for a while, occupying opposite sides of your bed, then you turned out the light, lit a candle and put on a record. You put your arms behind your head and I closed the distance, facing you and laying on my belly. I felt the alcohol in full force, let me fingers drag over your chest while we talked, trace the tendons in your neck and pinch the lobe of your ear. I could feel your body stiffening.
Suddenly, you said my name. I stopped and looked into your face, curious.
“Are you into me?” your question was forward but I was drunk and felt no shame.
“Yep, you are weird. I like weird.”
“I have a girlfriend.” I raised an eyebrow and wondered why he had turned off the lights and lit a candle. “So, we can’t have sex. You gotta promise me.” I pinky swore and laid back down on your chest. I still felt playful and tried to tickle you again, we wound up wrestling and you pushed me down onto the bed hard, straddling me, looking into my face. “Are your tits really that sensitive?” I was caught off guard by the question and swallowed hard, feeling arousal bloom in my stomach, anticipation bite at my lips, drunkenness peel away inhibitions. I gave a weak nod and you made a pained expression then lay on top of me. Your head rested on my chest and the tension between us was tangible. You shifted your head, pressing against my nipple. I let out a small pleased sound and your buried your face between my tits, working up to grabbing them and pinching them through my thin bra.
I saw stars and felt pleasure scatter through me. I was soaked between my knees and felt my face turn red, leaning into your pinching and tweaking. Your breath got ragged and you were smiling in the dim light. You asked if you could lick my tits. I couldn’t say no. I felt your tongue lick around my breasts, between then, press hard on my nipples, swirl and flick. I was losing it. I could feel an orgasm closing in, my knees shook and I bit your shoulder. I begged you to feel how wet I was, you obliged and groaned at the feeling of my soaked slit.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/5yq9cz/mf_just_a_part_of_my_journal_entry
Please finish this!