Recollections From A Diary

he Reunion From the pitch-black surroundings of the lavish penthouse apartment, I stared through the rain cascading down the glass windows thirty stories above the huge waves lashing the beach below.

The view was enthralling.

I raised my eyes into the force of the most violent thunderstorm I'd ever seen and marveled at the glory of Mother Nature. The only light was coming from the intermittent lightning bolts slashing through the night's darkness only to cauterize their energy by knifing into the ocean's white caps.That scene was almost replicated inside as rivulets of perspiration coursed down my neck and shoulders as I continued my methodical fucking of my beloved Julie. Julie, the light of my life since our freshman year at Columbia, is moaning continuously, her legs wrapped firmly around my waist while I thrust in and out of her. Once again she's on the threshold of a climax.

My back is on fire after being raked by her razor-sharp nails; and I know from experience that the pain will linger long after we're finished fucking. But, I am soaring with the knowledge that I've finally wrested control away from her. Filled with a gloating sensation I've never experienced before, I recall Julie telling me years ago, "I only mark the one's that make me cum," and grimace as her nails renew their attack and dig deeper and the pain reaches a higher threshold. Silently, I accept it as if she were bestowing a badge of honor upon me--she's relinquished control at long last. Shaking my head from side-to-side, I increase the tempo of my thrusts. For a moment, it's so quiet I imagine I can actually hear pellets of my sweat landing on the sheets with light thuds. Then a terrifying clap of thunder shakes the building, bringing me back to the moment. I cease thrusting and ease my slippery prick out of her sopping center and roll her over telling her to get her ass up in the air. Julie hesitates and I smack her ass hard to make my point. This prompts her to comply with alacrity, and she bends forward to a point from which she can clasp the brass bars of the headboard.

"Ya gonna fuck me up the ass?" she croaks hoarsely. To me this represents a new, different side of Julie even though there is no discernable anxiety in her voice.