The Secret Diary of Silvia Castro - Topic: Paperwork
Title: The Secret Diary of Silvia Castro
Rating: NC-17 (Don’t make me explain. I’m sure you smart intelligent people can figure out the reason for the rating)
Pairing: Pepa/Silvia
Summary: What if Silvia kept a diary...of ALL her sexual exploits with Pepa?
A/N: Ok well, this wasn’t suppose to debut until after Romance but hey I stuck my foot in my mouth with my latest A/N comment on my other story and I’m now in the doghouse. Dios, I want out, the doghouse stinks. *pouts* So this is dedicated to my wives, Xe and Junebug. Also I suppose y’all deserve some uh…relief *snickers* after me making you read so much angst. Soo y’all basically get a sneak peak of the next story to come. But a warning to y’all; I won’t be updating this til AFTER Romance. Ok? *nods* Enjoy guys.
THE SECRET DIARY OF SILVIA CASTRO - Topic: Paperwork
Dear Diary,
Dios, what can I say? Pepa is anything but a boring lover. Tender, gentle, loving; she can also be unexpected, adventurous and thrilling. Like yesterday. *shakes head* I was simply sitting on the living room floor in front of the coffee table, going through some of the paperwork I had let fester because of the alarming amount of autopsies I had to do this week. Si, there I was just trying to work when Pepa practically attacks me from behind, covering me with that deliciously hot body of hers. I admit I let out a startled squawk that probably sounded anything but sexy but it didn’t deter my lover.
No. No, Pepa simply molded that lanky frame of hers to me, pressing her pelvis into my rear, arms sliding around my waist to caress my stomach and encourage me to my knees. I bite down a murmur of irritation, knowing that I really needed to finish the paperwork, but intrigue and desire quickly overran my duty to work. Pepa gently laid my body onto the coffee table, my breasts and belly pressing onto the surface, scattering papers everywhere.
I was breathing harshly by this point. I knew better than to retaliate or ask what Pepa was going to do. When she got like this, it was best to simply go with the flow. So I lay draped over the coffee table, awaiting instructions. I shivered as Pepa bunched up the simple t-shirt I had on, exposing my back to the slightly cool air and her ever-hungry eyes. I felt her press a kiss to my shoulder blade and I shivered in response. She hovered above me, guiding the t-shirt over my head only to slide down my arms, which stretched out to allow the t-shirt to be pulled free only to be discarded onto the floor.
Pepa maneuvered back down a little to cover my back with her front. I trembled in anticipation as she used one hand to brush my hair aside, leaving my neck open and vulnerable to her mouth. Dios, that woman knows how to turn me on. She started by licking that nook behind my earlobe; she knows that drives me crazy. And indeed, my legs were shaking, I felt my arousal pooling in my underwear already. Then her tongue and lips moved to the side of my neck, pressing kisses and bites to over-sensitized skin. I moaned and involuntarily bucked up against her and the woman only infuriatingly chuckled. Si, she chuckled. Because she knew what she’s doing to me, she knew I was wet for her and yet she still wanted to tease.
She suckled hard on my pulse point; I know there’ll be a mark there tomorrow but I couldn’t care less. My breath caught in my throat when Pepa moved those tantalizingly soft lips to my ear, whispering that she wanted to fuck me all night long. I quivered and bit my lip but it didn’t stop me from saying that she better live up to her promise. I could practically see Pepa’s eyes narrow with that challenge, eyes glinting at all the prospects. She nipped at my ear and moved off me. I immediately missed her warmth.
I felt her hands on my hips, tracing the line of my underwear. I felt her hook her fingers under the cumbersome material and glide it down my thighs, past my knees and down to my feet when she practically yanked them off, almost knocking me sideways. I turnd my head a little to scowl at her but Pepa only leered back at me. I shook my head and turned back around. I was now completely naked, half on the coffee table. And very, very wet. Dios, I wanted nothing more than to feel Pepa inside of me, fingers, tongue…anything!
Apparently, I spoke too soon (even if it was in my head). I felt Pepa unzip her jeans and kneel between my legs. I gasped as the tip of the phallus grazed my ass and craned my head back to look at her, half in shock and half in desire. Pepa’s eyes were hooded, arousal so evident in her liquid brown eyes. She had a tube of lube in her hand and I shuddered. I don’t think was ready for this; I couldn’t help but want to shy away a little from Pepa. She sensed this and leaned back over me, gently turning my head around to kiss me passionately, tongue swiping against my lips, asking for entrance, which I immediately gave. The tip of her tongue danced over mine before entangling itself with it, both muscles sliding against each other. She drew out the kiss until we had to pull apart from lack of oxygen. She whispered please against my lips, jerking her hips to accentuate what she wanted. I shuddered again as the tip of the phallus pressed further against the opening of my ass.
I could never deny Pepa anything so I just nodded, though my body has tensed. Nobody has gone there before, and I wasn’t sure if I was entirely comfortable with the idea. Pepa, obviously still sensing my trepidation, rained kisses and licks down my back, turning me on to the point where it’s almost painful. She got to face level with my ass and licked my sex from behind, spreading out my wetness on her tongue, on my folds and up to my ass. I squirmed, wanting her inside. She obliged, but only for a moment. Her tongue worked its way into my opening, brushing against my vaginal walls, teasing momentarily before pulling out. I whimpered in frustration.
Pepa’s fingers are now in play. She dragged two down the length of my sex, soaking them with my arousal, and then she brought it to my other opening. I bit my lip as Pepa slowly, gently slid one finger into my ass, the tightness causing both me and Pepa to moan aloud. She told me to relax and I struggled a bit before complying. In response she slid the second finger to join the first, stretching out the tight ring of muscles. The sensations were astonishing, who knew one could get turned on that way? I bucked against her fingers, begging for some friction and was rewarded when Pepa wriggled in a third finger, stretching me out. A new flood of wetness escaped my sex; I felt its slick warmth trickle down my thighs.
Pepa pulled her fingers out and I groaned in disappointment. I begged her for release and she only kissed the small of my back in response. I gasped as Pepa dropped a glob of lube onto my puckered opening, spreading it around. I heard a slight squish as she squeezed more lube out, onto the phallus, I assumed. I heard her breathing, harsh and shallow. Then suddenly the tip of the phallus was prodding against the opening of my ass. I bit my lip, not knowing if I can take this. Pepa draped her lanky frame over me, dropping reassuring kisses to the back of my neck, one hand on my hip, the other positioning the phallus for entry.
She husked that she’s been wanting to do this with me for the longest time. Her voice is hoarse with lust and it was only serving to make me ridiculously wet. My need for Pepa overrides everything, even my fear of having her in there. I bucked against the phallus, a silent plea. I felt Pepa smile against my neck and her grip on my hip tightened as she guided the phallus into my ass slowly. I moaned, loud and long, never having felt so full. She paused and I could feel the look of concern. I shook my head vigorously and rasped out the words for her to continue. She complied, sliding a little further in, until the phallus was half buried in my ass. I heard her moan, no doubt watching the toy disappear into me. I rocked my ass upwards, wanting her to move.
She did. She finally slid the phallus all the way in and I grip hard at the edge of the coffee table, pressing my face into the surface, allowing the coolness to seep into my overheated skin. Dios, it was the strangest sensation, having Pepa fuck me in there. Strange but curiously arousing. I wanted her to move; I knew she was trying to allow me to get used to the feeling but I was beyond that. I wanted her to fuck me, like she promised. I gritted out her name, voice laced with frustration. She got the memo and pulled out a little before sliding back in, her movements not overly gentle but not rough. I groaned and bucked up in response.
I was surprised when Pepa wound a hand to my front and began playing with my clit. That combined with the feel of her in my ass was making me light headed. I was struggling not to pass out, the feelings were almost too much. I could feel my clit almost cry as Pepa’s fingers abandoned it for wetter pastures. I felt her circle the opening of my cunt before driving two fingers in. I gasped; dios fuckin’ mio, she was inside me both front and back! I didn’t know which friction I was loving more, or which way to buck my hips. I tried both and Pepa accommodated, her abdomen slapping wetly against the top of my ass as she pressed the phallus into me, whilst her fingers pumped in and out of my cunt.
I let loose a guttural scream as I came, muscles clenching and releasing. I slumped lifelessly onto the coffee table as my orgasm raced through my veins, shattering every nerve ending. I lay boneless on the table, drained and exhausted, intermittent spasms causing my body to jerk as aftershocks thundered against my exhausted frame. I felt Pepa pant behind me as she comes next, more out of reaction to seeing me climax than the phallus grinding against her clit. She collapsed on top of me, fingers leaving my sex and for a while we simply lay there, too spent to move. When Pepa finally does, however, she traced a loving hand down my back, telling me to stay still and relax. I complied, mostly because I couldn’t do anything else but lie there; I was too exhausted and fighting sleep. She pulled out slowly and when the tip of the phallus left my ass, I felt an odd sense of loss.
I heard her unbuckle the phallus from her hips, depositing it on the floor. I squeaked in renewed disbelief when Pepa turned me around and laid me fully onto the coffee table. I protested, telling her I was too tired, I couldn’t come anymore. She threw me that devilish grin, the one that told me that she could and she would make me come. I strained my head up to watch her administrations as she went down on me, the flat of her tongue scraping between my folds. I dropped my head back down with a thump and despite my fatigue I thrust up into her mouth and tongue, wanting more contact. She flicked at my stiffened clit with the tip of her tongue, teasing the bundle of nerves. She then worked her tongue down my slit, lapping up moisture before working her tongue into my cunt, driving it deep inside me.
I reached down to grab twin fistfuls of dark hair but Pepa stops and batted my hands away. I growled in warning and only felt her smirk. She grabbed both my legs to position each one over her strong shoulders. The new position allowed her to get closer to me and I practically strangled her between my thighs as my legs locked around the back of her neck. She resumed licking me, sucking my clit before re-entering me with her tongue. I was sweating and swearing and moaning; words tumbling out of my mouth in an unintelligible babble. I felt her tongue twist inside of me and I rewarded her with a new flood of wetness; it was a sign that I was going to come. Pepa knew this too and she began thrusting her tongue in and out, purposely brushing its tip along my pulsating walls.
I came again, hard, into her mouth. She drank up all my arousal like she hadn’t had a drink in years; lapping and sucking like a thirsty dog. I bucked up into her, screaming her name into the night. I didn’t think the neighbors were going to appreciate the noise but fuck them. I continued to chant out Pepa’s name as she cleaned me up with her tongue. She finished and yet I was still quivering on the coffee table, flushed and glistening with sweat. She crawled out from between my legs, placing both feet back gently on the ground before, crawling up my body only to turn sideways and pulling me into her arms. I snuggled into her, completely and utterly sated and exhausted. I felt her kiss my hair and telling me to sleep.
So yeah, boring, Pepa is not. I have to admit, I’m glad she persuaded me to let her fuck me in the ass. I mean, our bedroom adventures have always been mind-numbing but now we have a whole new dimension to play with. However, consequently, I don’t think I can ever look at my paperwork again without blushing. Mierda!
~ S
A/N 2: Oh and FYI: I CAN’T write in first person. I jump from the past tense to the present tense...it’s a thing. I’m sorry. Hope it doesn’t rattle y’alls brains too much.