An unconvenient moment

An unconvenient moment.

It has been 1 month since she died. It looks like it has been 10 months, I couldnt stop crying. One friend adviced me to write this dairy to relief my pain, and for sure it does. Reminiscing those good times with Sasha helps a lot to heal. And healing is good. Writing about those moments of happiness, sadness, surprise, fear, and those funny moments I had with her helps.

This one, is none of them. Or it could be any of them. If by any chance you were daring enough to break into my privacy and read this dairy, I just want to let you know one thing: This is open to your own interpretation.

Anyway. It was a cool evening. We had been dating for, what? 3 months? That night, we were celebrating, precisely our 3-month anniversary, in the only way that could make us happy to both of us: A splendid diner. Ah! Tracks of happiness can still be found on my kitchen, those moments were we shared and play together, with playful comments or jokes forever printed on those walls. In a way, Sasha is inmortal because of that.

That night, we had an apple salad, lobster, Marleyan fries, and a whole cheesecake with blueberry jelly and homemade gelatto. Nothing less for my princess, nothing more that the best from my castle inside the walls: The excellency of my kitchen.

We already had sex. Twice to be exact. Her first time was cute. Her second time, a little more savage. That day, we planned to get on our third time. It was not that dangerous time of her month or whatever they call it here in the Walls. In Marley, we use an infused root to avoid getting babies. However, for some reason, it doesnt work on devi--- I mean, on Eldians.

After we cleaned up the table and washed all the dishes, the real dessert was still pending to be served. She ran upstairs, to my room, playfully and laughing.

- Now it's time that I serve you some dessert, Nico~-, says her, with a devilish smile (Pun intended).

I took my time, preparing myself to whatever she may come with. I am 7 years older than her, and quite experienced with women, as any Marleyan should be. I have to say, I'm fairly open-minded, so this was funny for me too.

And there I was, on my room, and there she was, in my bedroom. Doggy style, ass spreaded, a fine line of frosting cream going from her neck to, well, her... asscrack. Topped with a cherry... Oh yeah! She's still anally virgin. It seems she's been learning from my pun jokes. I have to say, they are usually just really bad, but Sasha would loud with them anyway. I loved that girl so much. Just as I loved the sweet smell coming from inside her labia menora.

- Today's dessert: Me. So please, sit, make yourself comfortable, and eat with pleasured- says Sasha, trying to keep her bangs out of her face while trying to turn her head to make eyes contact with me. This new haircut suits her so nice, I have to thank that Hacker-something girl for giving her that idea.

I was going to took off my clothes, but just inmediatly she begged to keep my cook attires. She confessed she had a fetish, and who I am to deny the best girl on the world such innocent wish?

Carefully, I started licking the frosting around her neck. Softly, heavily sniffing the skin around, with small and delicate bites, more like pinching with my teeths, carefully enough to not hurt her, but firm enough to make her squeak silently.

And then, I started going down her back. I can feel she put some chocolate chips down the frosting, that surprised me for a moment. I responded that gesture with an aggresive kiss just up on her butt cheeks. I couldnt resist, and left her a bite. Usually she would scold me but, in this case, it seems she liked it since she squealed like a aroused mice. She was enjoying herself.

It was time to get down to business. First, I took the cherry held it for a moment. Then, I licked the frosting, but just on the surface. With some of that frosting on my tongue, I carefully smeared that frosting with just the tip of my tongue around the inner walls of her upper cheeks.

-P-P-Please N-Nico, d-dont tease me l-like this- she said, trembling. Oh, but you are a devil. And you have been a really bad girl. My tongue met again with her skin, just above that rugged part of her fairly shaved anus. Like a blender, I move my tongue in circles just on the surface, over and over and over. I could feel that, each time I completed a round, she would tremble again. And again, and again, and again. Like an explorer on a virgin swamp, the tip of my tongue started pushing to the right, and then to the left, right and left, right and left, loosing that firmly and sealed door to the unknown. She was relaxed, but heavily panting. Sometimes, I could feel her cutie anus contracting around my tongue.

But it was not deep enough. No, this was barely the surface. I needed help. And so I got help: I put the cherry just outside of her final gate, and started pushing slowly, slowly, slowly, softly. Sometimes I would heavily inhale the sweet aroma of that frosting that moments ago was on her fairly beautiful ass. One moment later, the cherry was diving on the unknown, and so did my tongue. Clearly, Sasha prepared this for me, because no waste or dirt of any kind could be found so far. I trusted her, and my tongue wanted a deeper taste. I kept pushing that cherry inside her, my tongue moving like a powerful drill around those inside walls.

And then, it happened. A roar. No, not just a roar. And echoing roar like a salvage wave, barring anything on the coast, like a tsunami. Something was not Ok. But, I didnt have time enough to think or act. Before I could tell, I could feel the cherry pushing my tongue, and then an really really really awful taste. The Dead Sea, a rotten water with the most dirty colours you can think, was springing from that formerly divine dry fountain. The cherry, on the top of my head, had something brown that was not chocolate. Rather, it looked what chocolate looks like after 6 months. My cook attire could be as well taken to clean the toilet. My girlfriend was blushing. I was smiling.

I forgot she can only eat fresh lobster for dinner. Anything else may result in an unconvenient moment.