Dear Diary
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Category:
InuYasha › Het - Male/Female › InuYasha/Kagome
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,250
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
Dear Diary
Disclaimer: I do NOT OWN Inuyasha, nor do I claim any of the ideas, images, characters or other material of Inuyasha and/or all versions/variations/spinoffs of the series, anime or manga or other publication of any kind.
A/N:
-Please review, and let me know what needs to be fixed and improved upon.
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I hate this tingling feeling, this need that grows between my legs pulsing with desire and dripping with lust. I want it to end. I rock my hips, mocking the actions that will one day take place, seeing in my mind your face. But where my motions use to subside the ache it now creates a greater heat that only adds to my raging fire.
I yearn to be sitting in your lap, my back against your chest. I pine to feel your growing erection pressing on me, with every touch becoming more rigid. I wish to be held with your strong arms; one wrapped around my shoulders and the other around my waist. I long for your large wondering hands creeping under my clothing exploring my nearby soft breast and moist sex. I crave your feather light kisses placed on my neck leaving a burning trail of passion; a wet trail that only causes more wetness. I hunger for your fingertips taunting my hardened pink nipples and dipping into the dampness between my legs, putting me in a position of ecstasy.
I could go on but I’ll leave the rest to the imagination. In truth I don’t know what happens next. I can only dream of those sinful pleasures. I am a virgin and will be until the day I am married. Only then on my honeymoon night will I truly get the fulfillment that I require on this evening while I am alone in my bed. It is true that I could, to an extent, take some of this burden into my own hands (so to speak). However, I have always thought masturbation to be as bad as fornication.
I continue writing out of fear that if I should let my hands be still that they would become beyond my control. They might creep down the length of my body to the sensitive area below my stomach. Where they would slowly rub against the smooth skin. Fingertips would trace down the line between my lower lips and come back up to gently push a finger into the increasing condensation of my fluids. That finger may tease me, looking for my clitoris, my little bud of bliss. All this would only take one hand, my right hand, but my left would not be idle, it would quickly find my taut nipples, pinching, pulling, and teasing them to heighten my rapture.
I must stop this. If I continue to write I will make myself go insane but if I stop the above may happen. All this is because of you. I know that you are proud, to a point, of the affect you have on me. I have never felt like this before. Only you cause these wants and needs, desires and lusts. I also believe that you are the only one you can fulfill them. So I must somehow manage to wait for you and our night together; whenever that night may be.
A/N:
-Please review, and let me know what needs to be fixed and improved upon.
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I hate this tingling feeling, this need that grows between my legs pulsing with desire and dripping with lust. I want it to end. I rock my hips, mocking the actions that will one day take place, seeing in my mind your face. But where my motions use to subside the ache it now creates a greater heat that only adds to my raging fire.
I yearn to be sitting in your lap, my back against your chest. I pine to feel your growing erection pressing on me, with every touch becoming more rigid. I wish to be held with your strong arms; one wrapped around my shoulders and the other around my waist. I long for your large wondering hands creeping under my clothing exploring my nearby soft breast and moist sex. I crave your feather light kisses placed on my neck leaving a burning trail of passion; a wet trail that only causes more wetness. I hunger for your fingertips taunting my hardened pink nipples and dipping into the dampness between my legs, putting me in a position of ecstasy.
I could go on but I’ll leave the rest to the imagination. In truth I don’t know what happens next. I can only dream of those sinful pleasures. I am a virgin and will be until the day I am married. Only then on my honeymoon night will I truly get the fulfillment that I require on this evening while I am alone in my bed. It is true that I could, to an extent, take some of this burden into my own hands (so to speak). However, I have always thought masturbation to be as bad as fornication.
I continue writing out of fear that if I should let my hands be still that they would become beyond my control. They might creep down the length of my body to the sensitive area below my stomach. Where they would slowly rub against the smooth skin. Fingertips would trace down the line between my lower lips and come back up to gently push a finger into the increasing condensation of my fluids. That finger may tease me, looking for my clitoris, my little bud of bliss. All this would only take one hand, my right hand, but my left would not be idle, it would quickly find my taut nipples, pinching, pulling, and teasing them to heighten my rapture.
I must stop this. If I continue to write I will make myself go insane but if I stop the above may happen. All this is because of you. I know that you are proud, to a point, of the affect you have on me. I have never felt like this before. Only you cause these wants and needs, desires and lusts. I also believe that you are the only one you can fulfill them. So I must somehow manage to wait for you and our night together; whenever that night may be.