Desires Of The Flesh

I bit my lips seductively as I came closer to him. He held me, brushing his muscles against my body and pinned me to the wall.

"Bend down and suck." He commanded.

I got on my knees, taking up his hard cock in my mouth. Circling my fingers around the thick mass, I worked my fingers to the top, pressing softly on his delicate balls while running my tongue around the pink tip.

"Yeah baby, that's it," he mumbled, digging his hand into my hair and pushing my head forward. I increased my pace, shoving his dick into my mouth at increased acceleration, deepthroating him at every second I got. My fellatio game was a ten, and before I could swallow his popsicle one last time, he came, releasing his salty seed all over my bare boobs.

Sighing, I closed my diary, putting down my pen. As a nineteen year old girl, I loved reading novels and steamy novels always captured my attention. My love for reading also spurred the writer in me. I had written a lot of scenes, different characters in various sex scenes and their banging bodies. I mostly wrote from a first person point of view, projecting myself as the protagonist. I wrote what I wished for myself, to have that curvy waist with round plump ass and cupped boobs. Standing up and looking at myself, I knew I was far from what I desired.

"Which guy would want a girl like me?"

I observed my body which was a bit too slim, my boobs were not more than the size of a sliced guava, my hips were almost boyish and my face was covered in a galaxy of pimples.

"Ugh" I sighed, disgusted by my own looks. I envied other girls my age who flaunted those crop tops with their mannequin figures.

Brushing the physique thoughts aside, I looked at my diary and continued writing down. My attention got divided as my phone chimed, interrupting my roaring imagination.

A message popped up on the screen.

"Hi Emily"

"Hope to see you at church"

I rolled my eyes with a lack of interest as I looked into the blue light. I dropped the phone after making up my mind not to reply.

"When he is tired, he'll leave me"

Joshua was a childhood friend. However, I lost contact with him once I moved with my family to a new neighborhood. On a casual day, while I was getting groceries from the store, I bumped into someone, causing everything to fall from my hand. Staring into the familiar face in front of me, I immediately recognized it.

"Joshua"

Our reunited friendship had been going on quite well,until he began acting like he visited some fucking seminary school or sort.

"Let's go to church next Sunday," he would always invite me.

His persuasion got annoying till the extent that I began avoiding him. Eighteen sure looked good on me, I had spent my earlier years being prudish and I had determined to make my later teenage years hot and steamy.

"But where to start?"

"By ignoring Joshua of course," I sighed and placed my phone on the table, before drifting into the land of dreams.

"Brrrr" I heard the alarm ring and quickly placed my hand over it, shutting it down.

"Morning already?" I mumbled as I pulled the blanket over my body, unwilling to get out of bed.

"Emily, wake up and get dressed or you'll be late." I heard my mother say as she knocked on the door.

I responded by placing the pillow over my head, covering my ears. Her constant knocking pissed me off and I had no choice than to get out of bed.

"Coming mom," I shouted as I wore my flip-flops and dashed into the bathroom.

"Was I rushing to grab the school bus?"

Obviously not. I was done with high school. In three months time, I will be turning nineteen.

I dressed in a peach floral dress and wrapped my hair in a bun, trying my best to look as elegant as possible.

"Success dear," my mom said as she planted a kiss on my forehead.