Forged Steel's Wrestling Journal

Entry 21

Glitter fell asleep in my arms, though we stayed at her house, since it was closer to the hospital. I still had to go get my cuts stitched up after all. We just fell right straight asleep, since we woke up clothed the next morning.

As we wake, I'm thankful I left a few outfits for myself at her house just in case something like this happened. While she showers, I find myself one of my shirts and shorts and begin to get in a morning warm up and workout. It's shortly after dawn so there's not many people out, though the whole town was definitely at the show since almost everyone I did see took time to applaud and congratulate me on finally beating the twit, Fissure.

I return back to Glitter's, feeling good for getting three miles in, and do some basic exercises. No weights today since she doesn't have a set. I conclude the session with stretching as Glitter finally emerges in just her bathrobe. She usually insists on making us food so I'm a bit surprised she asks me to, saying she can't since she wants to wait for her nails to finish drying. Instead of the powder blue, she's now sporting a deep violet with glitter sprinkled throughout. She's said before that glittering her nails is a massive chore without getting it everywhere, and I don't doubt it.

As I get to fixing some food, I can see she's trying to distract me again. You can see clear into the kitchen from where she set her living room, her bathrobe leaves little to imagination, and she's got her legs up on the arm of the sofa, watching me. The desire to turn and look burns at me while I try to focus on not burning the food. I can't help but think that she wants me to get a good view of her.

No sooner than I finish cooking, my suspicion was confirmed. As I set the food down and finish, I feel her hands under my shirt and sliding up my chest. Her body presses into my back and she purrs “Now I know you're not this naive, turn around.”

As I slowly turn, my shirt is lifted up. Once it comes over my head and off, I now see she had left her robe on the couch and I'm staring at Glitter in all her glory. I'd wanted and chased this for so long that now I'm almost not sure what to do, like a dog who finally catches the cat. Her hands caress my chest, then take hold of the waistband of my shorts and pull them open as she pulls me close.

“You have me, all alone in my house, and all to yourself…”

My hands run along her shoulders and down her arms as I only ask where. Without a word, Glitter lets my shorts slide down my legs and off. She then takes a hold of my member with both hands, using it to guide me to her bedroom with a smile I'd only seen her give me once before. Glitter then slides back on the bed and, with a giggle heavy with lust, beckons me to join her.

I climb onto the bed, kneeling over the top of her. Glitter's hands once again take hold, gliding effortlessly along my length. As she slides closer to me, she licks her lips, and takes the tip in her mouth. Before I can tell her to go easy on me, a rush of pleasure arcs my back, making me put a hand down behind me to keep from collapsing.

Glitter's hot, accommodating mouth wastes no time in working over almost my whole cock, save for a hand she keeps near the base to please the last bit she can't swallow. Her other hand has a hold of my swollen sack, delicately rubbing and squeezing them. As I slide my legs out and into a sitting position for her, it dawns on me that I haven't gotten off at all since I arrived here months ago.

Before long, her mouth lifts away, both her hands again stroking me as she kisses my neck. Glitter asks if I'm ready for her, and no sooner than I nod she's pushed me onto my back. Keeping me pinned down with one arm, she reaches into her nightstand, pulling out a condom and unwrapping it. Having slid it on, she then positions herself over my tip.

Glitter must have been enjoying herself as much as I was, since she accommodated half of me with no additional lube. She lets out a soft gasp as she takes me in, slowly rising and falling in a steady rhythm. My pleasure is also evident from my own faster breathing and faint vocalizing. Glitter's hands go from my chest, to my arms, then to my shoulders. She pulls my chest up against her as my hands find her rear and give a firm squeeze, which she reacts to by forcefully pushing her lips onto mine.

As she pushed into the kiss, her tongue savoring the taste of my mouth, Glitter's hands now find the back of my head and pin it into the kiss. It's not like I was going to try to escape. I thought she would be surprised by me returning the tongue play, but it only makes hers more impassioned, eliciting a giggle through her moans.

My stamina runs out sooner than I thought it would, and she feels it also. Our kiss breaks and our eyes lock as I finish, though her grip going tighter before suddenly loose shows that she reaches climax at the same time as I have. We slowly lay back and I take care to pull out, tossing the used condom into a nearby wastebasket flawlessly, as if this were some sort of porn movie.

We simply lay there for what feels like hours, holding hands, eye to eye. I hadn't had sex in months, and I can see in her that she hadn't either. Not a word is shared in our embrace, only our breathing as it slowly returns to normal. I feel like I could lay here all day and be happy with it.

I eventually break the serenity with a quick kiss of her lips and mention that there's still breakfast getting cold. She nods and agrees we should probably get on it. I first sit up, then stand, but she's got her arms and legs wrapped around me still. Undaunted, I carry her to the kitchen, grabbing the food and we eat.

After, we spent the day lounging on the couch. We never even got dressed again.