The diary of a Wench

Being an avid reader of erotica for years, I thought I’d delve into writing and sharing some of my own experiences. I’ve been going through my diaries from the past and distilling my escapades for the world to read. It’s not going to be in any chronological order; I’ll just be taking instances that I find memorable, and writing about them! I hope you enjoy these instances from my life and please feel free to give me all the feedback you can!

Chapter 1 - Sinking in

It had been about a week since my nineteenth birthday, and college was about to begin. I had just begun to step into my sexuality; after a few awkward encounters in my school life, the last year had been quite eventful. I finally had had a steady boyfriend and was learning the ropes of how to pleasure a man, and I daresay, how to be pleasured myself. But alas, the breakup was inevitable. It hadn’t been anyone’s fault— he was off to study architecture in Ahmedabad, and I had just been accepted into law school in Mumbai. It just wasn’t going to work out.

In any case, before I go on a tangent and drone on about my first heartbreak, let me get back on track. I’m Anu, a petite girl with a big appetite for sex and kinks. The kink part, I didn’t know at the time, of course. I’d discovered myself along the way, and this was one such day of discovery. When I look back at it now, it seems so surreal, and I’m so glad that I’ve always maintained a journal. I can look back at these time capsules and almost relive each moment, even if the memory has faded and the writing is garbled.

The fifth of June, 2016

It was a sunny day in June, a welcome change from the unrelenting Mumbai monsoon. I had just received my acceptance letter from the Government Law College and was on top of the world! It was a dream come true for me. I stepped out of the campus and started walking towards Churchgate station, when I heard a familiar voice shout out.

“Anu, wait up!”

I turned around, and there was my schoolmate Murali running up to me.

“Hey Mu! What brings you here?” I asked, while exchanging a warm hug. “Weren’t you going to join art school?”

He looked at me for a moment with a glint in his eye; Murali always had the hots for me. “Yep, I got into JJ School of Arts! I’m just here to meet my brother. Remember Kartik?" He pointed out to his brother, buying a cigarette off of the cycle walah, who stood outside Churchgate, day or night, rain or shine.

Oh, how could I forget Kartik? The school debater and rugby champion, who would make us girls weak in the knees by his very presence. He could have had a harem of his own if he wished. Tall, dark and handsome. A cliché, but a cliché that works.

As he walked towards us, I could feel myself blushing, a tightness deep within took over. When he finally approached us, I could barely squeak. “Hi,” I managed to whimper, barely able to make eye contact.

“Hey bro, remember Anu? She was my batchmate in school, she’s joined GLC now!” Murali said to his brother.

I smiled at them nervously.

“Oh is that so?” said Kartik, his eyes hovering over me. “Well, having such attractive juniors would certainly distract us from our arguments!”

I was so flushed at this point; I wanted to run and hide. But my body and mind refused to let me move. I stood there, silently, trying to muster the courage to say something. If only my brain could translate all the times my fingers went to work thinking about this man.

Murali finally broke the silence after what seemed like an eternity!

“Hey, Anu, we were about to head to Gokul for a few drinks, care to join us?”

I looked at him for a second. What’s the harm? I thought. Maybe some ice could be broken; perhaps, I could be broken? “Sure, I’m free for a bit,” I said, coyly.

“Great,” said Kartik, with the hefty masculinity that he always displayed, “let me call a cab!”

The journey to Gokul was filled with an uncomfortable silence. I was sandwiched between these two men in the backseat. We passed the signals towards Regal cinema, the Mumbai humidity making us sweat. To be frank, it really turned me on, the mild musky scent of these two gentlemen. And, in turn, it felt like they could smell my fertile grounds, or at least that’s what my twisted mind hoped for.

Gokul was a bar in the Fort area of Mumbai, notorious for being packed with college students looking for a cheap drink at any time of the day or night. As we sat there, surrounded by loud chatter and a cloud of smoke, I began gulping down my Old Monk and Coke, listening to Kartik talk about his latest win in the annual moot court. Unsurprisingly, I was in awe of him; his demeanour and eloquence made my mind wander.

The **** was clearly having its effects on me. By the third drink, my inhibitions were disappearing and I found my hand resting on Kartik’s thigh, seemingly with no effort of my own. A wave of goosebumps swept over my body, the minute I realised it! When I quickly moved it away, I felt his gaze on me. Looking up, I saw the grin of a man who knew I wanted him. My loins ached with longing. It was as if I was possessed.

I excused myself to go to the washroom. I needed a moment to think. When, at last, I was in the cubicle, my fingers went down to my wet pussy. It was as if I would explode at that very moment. With a lot of heavy breathing, I finally got up, looked in the mirror and calmed myself down, gathering a modicum of composure with great difficulty.

“All right, Anu, control yourself,” I said to the weak, **** girl looking back at me in the mirror.

When I caught my breath after what seemed like an eternity, I moved towards the door, my hands shaking as I slowly unlocked it. The minute I stepped out, I was cornered by a towering figure.

It was Kartik.

He held my hands against the door and looked down at me. Those knees of mine that had been weak earlier; well, right then, they didn’t seem to exist at all. And my mind - blank as a slate. I was frozen, unable to think or move. My body trembling; aching for what was to follow.

I tilted my head up, looking at his eyes fixated upon my gentle frame. There was no grin this time, but an untamed passion, the kind that an animal has when it has captured its prey at last. And as for the prey, I was consumed absolutely. It was something innate. Before I knew it, he leaned into me, his warm breath on my face. Looking into my eyes, he landed a kiss on my lips - gentle, but with authority. Whatever fight was left in me, melted away instantly in that moment.

With our lips locked, he pushed me back into the washroom; I melted right into his arms. With a swift motion, he bolted the door and pushed me against it. I couldn’t object if I tried. He leaned back in, and what followed was a kiss that felt like it should’ve lasted an eternity. He nibbled on my lower lip until it was raw; until he could feel my throbbing heartbeat right there in my lip. All my inhibitions had disappeared at this point. Almost involuntarily, my hands slid under his shirt until my nails were digging into his back. His animalistic grunting made me long for him.

He finally broke the kiss, his hand travelling to my neck and **** the sides. My head was light from the booze and his unrelenting grasp.

“I know exactly what to do with you, you little minx,” he whispered, as a soft moan escaped my lips.

All I could do was look back at him longingly. He knew that I was helpless at that moment; I had surrendered to him entirely, I was his for the taking. He slipped his other hand under my top and unhooked my bra with flawless technique.

As if in a flash, I found myself topless. His mouth all over my supple, little breasts. My small brown nipples were harder than they had ever been. As he nibbled on them, the feeling was driving me insane. His mouth felt like magic, like it was meant to always be right there, gnawing away at my milkers. I had forgotten where I was, what was happening, and even who I was right at that moment. I just didn’t want this to end.

When he lifted his mouth off my tits, I leaned in to kiss him; I longed for it. But he had something else in mind. He grabbed me by the hair and brought my mouth close to his.

With that calm, overbearing whisper, he said to me, “There’s something else I have for that cute little mouth of yours.”

With one swift motion, he brought me to my knees, his hand still holding on to my hair. Then on my knees, I looked up at him, ready to fulfil his every desire.

My innate womanhood knew what to do. Still looking up at his powerful eyes, I slowly undid his trousers, unbuttoning them and undoing the zip. His manhood was already hard and pressed up against his underwear. I leaned in and began kissing it through the thin fabric, feeling it twitch then and again against my soft lips. A drop of pre-cum had made a wet stain near the side, which was promptly tasted. The subtle taste of cum combined with the heady smell of sweat was driving me insane. It’s true that human beings are animals, and what I felt in that moment was a testament to this truth.

I couldn’t take it anymore; I began to wonder if I was teasing him or myself! I slid his underwear down to reveal his magnificent cock. It was seven-or-so inches long, thick and veiny, with a little dark purple mark on the head. I kissed the head enthusiastically, my hands moving to his balls instinctively. His manly groan drove me insane, the pit in my stomach almost erupting. I began stroking his dick nice and slow, licking and gently sucking his balls as I looked up at him. There was something really enthralling, being on my knees and servicing this man; a task that seemed divinely ordained.

I moved my lips up to his dick and took the head into my mouth, my tongue moving in circles around the tip. I realised the power of what I was doing, as it twitched with more vigour in my mouth and got even harder than I thought it could! With a slow, steady pace, I began bobbing my head up and down his shaft, taking a little more in with each movement. He held my head with both hands and started matching my motion. Before I knew it, he was in absolute control, gliding his dick in and out of my mouth. I felt like an object at that moment, and there was, perhaps, no better feeling in the world!

He was gentle, but firm, pushing my limits with each thrust. I gagged at first, but he wouldn’t let go until at last, his entire length had disappeared into me. He held it there for a few seconds, letting the muscles in my throat loosen, a tear rolling down my cheek. I would come to know that these were the true tears of pleasure; a throbbing tool of love in my throat made me feel complete. He let go of my head, and, as if out of habit, I went back down, taking his entirety back in.

I could’ve gone on like that forever, but he decided it was time to take this further.

He grabbed my hair again and pulled me back up. “You sure love sucking cock, don’t you?” he asked, shoving his tongue into my mouth before I could answer.

I sucked on his tongue like it was second nature; I would’ve sucked any part of him at that moment. He moved his hand under my skirt and down to my pussy, which was drenched by this time. Pulling the cotton panties I was wearing to the side, he found my slit with precision and began a slow, circling motion around my clit.

I let out involuntary moans against his mouth, a warmth flooding me like never before. Biting my lip once again, he slowly slid a finger up my hole, playfully moving it in and out, as I began rocking my body against his. His other hand wandering to my tits, he began rolling a nipple between his fingers, increasing the pressure with each minute. When a second finger entered my cunt, I thought I was going to explode in that very instant! I think he sensed it at that moment; I guess the animal spirits never lie.

It happened almost instantaneously, and if it didn’t, my memory would be too blurred to recall. He shoved my face first onto the sink, facing the mirror. My ass presented itself to him and my panties were on the floor. I looked into the mirror, seeing the helpless, willing prey in myself and the hungry, beastly predator who was going to devour me. My legs were trembling in anticipation. I was born for this.

He looked at me with piercing eyes in the mirror, as he held my hair in a fist and positioned himself behind me. As if deliberately, he rubbed his dick against my slit, teasing me as I bit my lip, looking at him; begging him with my eyes. Then, in one quick motion, he slid it all into me. My head swung back with my back arched, I was complete! Like a sword in its sheath, his cock felt like it belonged inside me. He held it in there for a moment, the muscles in my tunnel clutching on to it.

Then he began a slow motion. He held on to my shoulders and began thrusting in and out of me, while we looked at each other in the mirror. Each thrust against me felt like a dream, it was like his cock knew exactly which spot to hit. As he settled into a steady pace, I felt myself letting out moans - almost grunts. The raw tension in that washroom was incredible. I could feel the muscles in my cunt contracting around his bulge. I was so close and he knew it.

Picking up the pace, he let go of my shoulders and I fell forward. Closing my eyes, my head in the sink, I took the pounding as it came. And it came like a dream. He spanked my small ass until it was stinging, and fucked me like the piece of meat that I was. With my cunt flooding and my head spinning, I could feel it building up inside of me like never before. He seemed like a machine, banging me with precision. And then, with one sharp thrust, it arrived.

I felt myself convulsing on his cock as it impaled me. I was out of control. For a moment, I felt like my soul had left my body and I was floating in the air. If it wasn’t for his strong arms holding me in place, I would have collapsed on the floor from that feeling. If there was heaven on Earth, this was it. After what seemed like an eternity, I came back to my senses; my body limp from the intensity of the orgasm. I was in some kind of in-between land; conscious, but barely present. A floating sensation had overtaken me.

Kartik turned me around so I faced him; he picked me up and placed me on the sink as if I weighed nothing. As soon as I was up, he looked at me with his steely eyes and slammed his cock right back into me. It was as if I was just a warm, wet hole for him to ravage, and it made me feel incredible. His thick cock, railing in and out of me, relentlessly stretching my slit, which was still sore from the last orgasm. I gasped against his chest, my nails digging into his strong, muscular back. He pushed me back against the mirror, grasped my throat, and started pounding me harder, the cheap sink shaking under me - raw, beastly thrusts; his pelvis slamming into mine. The sounds alone were enough to push me over the limit; the wet slapping of skin, his powerful grunts, and my soft whimpers. I wanted this feeling to last forever.

I looked into his eyes once again, longing for something, anything. At this point, I’d take anything from him. As he stared back at the mess that I was, I felt it - a sharp, hard slap across my face. It left my ears ringing and my face tingling, and it only made me wetter! The unyielding pounding was driving me insane, and the slap did the final trick. I was about to explode again and he knew it.

Whack! Another slap across my face.

Every thrust was a slice of heaven. My cunt clenched around him and I could feel the release building up. He held me by the neck and with a final blow, he buried himself in me. I came like a river this time, almost delirious from the pleasure.

The walls of my cunt clamped down on his cock, trying to milk him right then and there. I wanted to feel him fill me up; my womb ached for his seed. But he had something else in mind. Before my tremors could fade, he lifted me off the sink and shoved me down. My knees hit the grimy floor and I was face first in his groin. The heady smell of my cunt mixed with our sweat drove my senses insane. His hand grabbed my hair as I looked up at him; I opened my mouth unquestioningly, waiting for his move.

With brute ****, he shoved my little mouth down on him; thick, salty, dripping with my juices. There wasn’t a better taste in the world. I gagged on him, tears swelling in my eyes, as his cock rammed the back of my throat, his balls slapping my chin. He fucked my face without a care in the world, one brutal thrust after the other. My hand grasped his firm ass, as spit spilled out of the corners of my mouth, dripping all over my tits. One hand in my hair and the other on my jaw, he used my mouth like a second pussy. Deep and rough.

As I kneeled before him, used and drooling, barely able to breathe, my clit throbbed in the anticipation of what was to come. I had earned it!

And then he erupted!

Thick streams of his semen jetting out into my throat drowned me, as I struggled to hold him in my mouth. As much as I tried to swallow it all, I felt it slip out of my lips, sliding down to my chin. He kept thrusting, grinding himself against me, until I was gasping for air - my eyes watering, throat full, and chest heaving. When he finally pulled out, all I could do was admire his manhood; glistening with spit and cum.

He looked down at me kneeling there, a disheveled wreck, and smirked. And then, without a word, he put his trousers back on, and left.

I lay there, spent in my mess, my mind racing and my body sore. What a sight it was. There I was on the filthy washroom floor, marinating in his juice and mine.

Trembling. Used. Owned.