Black Stiletto Diaries

January 4, 2005

Dear Diary,
Jean gave this book to me letting me know that the contents inside concerned the girls of the X-Men and various other’s telling of their deepest fantasies. I myself find it quite trite and girlish. I’d rather keep these types of things to myself, but I’ve always have had one that to me I find disturbing, yet enticing.

I’ve know these guys for so long that they seem more like brothers than anything else, but things can change, especially when someone in particular puts on his tight leather uniform. The way he looks in that black makes me a little hot, actually it makes me want to jump him and rip it off and fuck him on sight, but someone like me would never do such a thing. I don’t know why I feel this way when I see him, he’s just so not my type. I feel, no, I know I’m out of his league, but I bet he’d pursue without question because that’s just how confident his is. It’s not so much a fantasy it’s more like a want or a longing or a need. I’m not one to put my body out there for any man’s pleasure I do have my standards after all but when I see him he just makes something in me change.

I just want to take my chance, find him alone in his room, maybe he’s reading or sitting looking out the window staring at nothing. I creep in his room wearing nothing but a shirt of his I stole lingering in his scent as it surrounds me every night. Man he looks so good as the sun’s setting beams bath him in their dark embrace. Tiptoeing to him, he knows I’m there but doesn’t acknowledge my presence. That’s one thing I find fascinating about him, it’s like he knows what your gonna do before you do it. It’s a good leader quality that a lot of the team takes as know-it-allness but I know better.

The room grows darker as the sun goes down lower behind the lake. Just enough light to see his outline. I see his book and take it from him placing it on the table keeping his place. Everything must be perfect with him. Not dawning his usual uniform, he dressed down in a dress shirt and slacks and he looks absolutely delicious. My hands trail over the material of his shirt, crisp and clean, an important meeting his reason for this attire but soon it would be apart of the hardwood if I had anything to say about it.

He continues to look out the window as my hands begin to fumble over the buttons of his shirt. This is the first time I find myself nervous, and around a man that isn’t something that’s in my vocabulary. I pull his shirttails from his pants and I catch a glimpse of his stomach. Every ripple of his skin finely chiseled from years of training. Despite the belt around his waist I see that glorious curve in his hips that lead down to his dick, I couldn’t wait to have it. I felt the heat of my body rise and my breath coming slower more labored. Biting my lip I bring the shirt over his shoulders sitting his up but I leave it wrapped around his wrists, makeshift handcuffs if you will.

His body looks so good, my hands run over his chest, my fingers running lightly over his nipples. I want him to look at me but he doesn’t. His eyes linger on the rainbow of watercolors painting the sky. I catch myself in a mirror behind him, my blue eyes catching the purple clouds making them glow. I kneel down between his legs running my hands slowly over his thighs. Bumping over the precise ridges of his toned legs, my nails dig into his calves. He flexes slightly as I scratch along the slacks back up to his thighs to his crotch.

My hand brushes against the hardened cock hidden away behind a layer of black material, I feel my pussy growing wet and beginning to pulse with the need of his touch. I bite my lip to hide my whimper as I feel his length between my fingers. The belt is loosened, the button opened and the zipper taken down. Boxers also prevent my haste of tasting him. Running my hands over the soft silky threads I see he’s wearing the peek-a-boo kind. I look up at him hoping he’s glancing but nothing. His body is still except for his breathing, steady and slow, unnerved by my doings. His self control is admirable and it’s turning me on.

My eyes stay on him as I go in the little slit in his shorts. Already pushing to be released his cock springs free pointing up bobbing a little. I lick my lips as I lean forward still watching him. I wrapped my hand around him, so warm and soft pulsating between my fingers. It was heavy between my fingers as I began rubbing his hot flesh. His breathing didn’t quicken it stayed calm as I began moving my hand up and down with smooth slow motions. My thumb played with his shaft as I brought my mouth to his tip. Leaning forward I placed the velvet head to my lips placing gentle kisses on it. It feels so good against my mouth, he precum moistening my lips.

I don’t see him looking down at me, I’m too preoccupied with wanting him in my mouth feeling him fill my throat as I take him in fully. My lips spread over him taking the shape of his head, sliding gingerly down his hard rod as it stretches my mouth to his size. He tasted so good, his cologne filled my nostrils as I took a deep breath further putting my mouth fully on him. My tongue danced around his cock following the veins and ridges as I begin to bob my head sucking him as hard as I can. My hands begin to roam over his chest, scratching at his chest and stomach. Faster I go, sucking loudly as the spit trails down onto his boxers seeping onto his balls. I wished I removed his pants, I wanted his balls to roll between my teeth and tongue. I wanted to hear him moan as I juggled them, lapped and pulled at his sac. I open my eyes briefly and saw his hands balling into fists. I take my hand and work his cock as I continue sucking him off. Twisting and jerking, biting and nipping, I finally hear him respond to my teasing.

His stomach tightens under my other hand and I jerk and pull hard making his hips jerk forward. My throat is invaded as I choke but still continue my pleasuring assault. I removed my hand and release him with a loud sloppy pop. He lets out a short gasp. He looks at me but says nothing. His chest rises and falls fast and I smile internally pleased. I move closer to him placing each leg beside him. My pussy hovers , the heat between my legs dances over him teasing him further. I place my hands on his shoulders and lower myself only his head slips between my lips. Our eyes still locked I plunged myself onto him. His thickness stretches me, that quick sting of pain surges through me as I arch my back reveling in the pleasure of him inside me.

I sit taking him all in laying my head on his shoulder. I feel his arms wrap around me pulling me closer to him. His hands slip under the shirt I’m wearing caressing my back. His hands feel so good against my skin, how I longed for him to touch me like this. I grow wetter as his hands explore over me, slipping over my shoulders, rubbing the small of my back. His hands reach my ass and cups them lifting me slightly spreading them, opening me more as I slid further down as he disappears completely.

I begin rocking against him slow and methodical. I sit up fully as my body rocks against his. I feel so complete, seducing the man that gives me butterflies. Me, the strong independent one falling for a simple man like this. This man beneath me, invading me making feel vulnerable and needy. I do need this, him. His hands slip from under my shirt and come to the open collar and rip it open sending buttons flying everywhere. His hands grab and probe my breasts as they bounce in his hands free from the confines of his shirt. He runs his fingers over my nipples pinching them as I moan in satisfaction, my hips rocking faster and harder.

His mouth soon devours my soft flesh, his tongue rolling and teasing over my supple mounds, his hand grabbing the other pushing it up to my own mouth. The tip of my tongue tastes my bud as the tingle of his tongue and my own do a playful sensual dance making my pussy clench down on his cock. He moans into my chest as I begin to bounce, bobbing my ass up and down in quick short movements. My neck is bathed over and over as he tickles my most sensitive spot that drives me crazy. He drives his teeth down in my neck biting me, hard, I don’t care it feels too damn good to protest over. Short raspy breaths seep through my whimpers and soft cries.

The pleasure is overwhelming, my breasts are being deliciously tortured with his mouth. Back and forth his tongue grazes over my nipples tickling me sending surges of electricity through my spine to my pussy. Grinding as hard as I can moaning loudly in his ear letting him know how good he makes me feel, how good he feels. No words between us only the sounds of our bodies colliding, the resonate sounds of my pussy engulfing him. Loud smacks he places on my ass as he guides me further into that unknown bliss.

My body begins to take over where my mind goes blank, pushing for that moment it longed for, begged for. He begins to push, his hips move thrusting himself. The force of him crashing into me, screams exude from me through gritted teeth. Such a glorious feeling takes over me, him, us. He grunts as his body pushes and pulls into me as we both explode in frenzy. His hands pull and tug at my hair as he pants into my neck his breath hot against my skin. My own hands run through his hair as my orgasm plunges through me. The intensity collides through us both, the chair creeks and rocks on its legs as the last of our pleasure slowly calms.

I slip off of him as silently as I slipped on. I close the buttonless shirt over my body and leave still without a word. I go out the door and take one last look at him. He removes his shirt and tucks himself back into is boxes straightening his pants and he returns to his book sitting in the chair as if I never entered the room.

Signed…
Emma Frost
Fantasy…

Everyone looked over at him, stunned and speechless. No one had anything to say to him because they couldn’t believe that Emma had such strong feelings about him.

‘What?’
‘Nothin’ it’s just that we never in a million years ever expected her of all people to fall for…’ Bobby said trailing off.
‘I got a dick, so why not.’
‘Logan c’mon dude, I mean it’s Emma you’re not her type,’ said Kurt backing up.
‘Don’t hafta be a type when a woman’s fishin’ fer somethin’,’ Logan said lighting another cigar.

Logan took a puff and made rings as he puffed out the smoke. He noticed even the Professor was quite taken aback at the entry, but he’s come to find that woman are the most unpredictable creatures on earth and the galaxy for that matter. The book reached Remy’s hands and found a chair and propped his feet up getting comfortable.

‘Alright, les see if Remy is da object of some pretty young thang’s deepest desires.’

For Jericho-X demanding the strongest to endure pleasure from the mightiest of men.

January 5, 2005

Jean gave me permission to do three entries at one time so I do have a lot to say about the men I deal with or shall I say ‘want‘ to deal with
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(Page One)
Dear diary,

I know it’s taboo to have such erotic feelings about men you work with or are close to like family but I think this diary is the best way to express my most wanton desires. Dark and a mystery, driving me wild making every fiber of my being beg to have his hands tear at my clothes and pin me down pounding away at my sweet pussy until I cream all over his cock.

I find hands covering my mouth as I’m dragged down out of the mansion, my eyes are blinded hiding where I’m being taken. My arms and legs are bound tight so I cannot fight my way free. I’m tossed into a vehicle as I hear the engine roar and we depart from the school. Not knowing how long the travel was we stop and I hear doors sliding open then I feel my body being lifted. Hoisted over a shoulder, I’m carried I guess into a building. I hear a door slam shut and his footsteps treading heavily on the floor. Lifting me off of his shoulder I’m placed on the floor with a dull thud, my butt hitting hard on what feels like hardwood.

I hear him chuckle as he walks around my body. I feel vulnerable and wide open unable to protect myself. His hands grab me and pull me close to his face. His breathing is raspy and uneven his breath is foul and stinks of alcohol. He sniffs my hair and neck and I feel him shudder. Is he going to murder me I ask myself, will he torture me for hours before he finishes me off. He can see how I’ve become frightened and he gives a loud laugh and I’m pushed back down on the floor. He sniffs as I feel his fingers tiptoe over my body. I’m only in a t-shirt and a pair of flimsy panties easily torn by his massive hands.

His fingertips stop at my thighs as I feel them begin to creep their way up between them. Since I’m bound and my legs are tied tightly together I feel a bit of relief. Soon that relief is gone when I’m flipped over on my stomach and both of his hands grab my ass with such force I scream out in pain. Pinching and rubbing my cheeks together I wince in pain but I don’t cry out again. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream again. His fingers slid under my panties and he began playing with my hole. Running his thumb along the line tickling my puckered region. Not having my ass played with before I wiggled and down came his hand.

A hard slap burned my ass and I grunted in pain. He chuckled and again I felt his hand cover my whole bottom. Again he hit me, one cheek then the other then both at the same time. My ass stung more every time he struck. I’m pretty sure the way it throbbed he imprinted red handprints even with the panties blocking my skin. Tears stung my face but still I wouldn’t give in and scream. He gave a loud snort as I heard him getting to his feet and walk away. He didn’t go too far because he was quickly back to me hovering like a vulture. He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me across the floor. My hips rocked side to side as I stupidly try to get away from his grasp. My body was lifted roughly off the floor and I was throw onto what felt like a table of some kind. Light hovered above my head as I saw white dots through the blindfold.

I didn’t know where he was but I tried escaping rolling over not knowing where the edge was I took my chances with hitting the floor if it got me closer to escape. I felt the edge of the table when his hands grabbed me and his hand came across my cheek hard. I let out a surprised yelp as my jaw felt as if he’d broken it. My head hit the table hard, my thoughts lost spots of darkness faded in and out. I felt like I was loosing consciousness when something cold was placed on my body. He ran it over my legs and stopped at my ankles. The tip of it was sharp and pointed, a knife. It felt like a knife. Panic rushed through me as I tried wiggling away from him but he held me down with one hand and the blade snaked its way between my legs, then my legs were free.

Since he had the knife I didn’t try to escape and for that his hands began caressing my face. He ran his thumb across my lips with tenderness. Then he ran his fingers through my hair rubbing it gently, lovingly actually. He didn’t seem like the same person earlier who slapped me across the face or dragged me like a Neanderthal. I found myself calm and still again. Approving I heard the knife placed next to my head, telling me not to fear him but still it was a threat if I tried anything. His hands crept under my shirt and I flinched from his touch expecting something rough, but instead he ran his palms up my sides massaging me. His hands were usually smooth rubbing along my body, I found myself easing into it, my body settling from the gentle touch.

My mind was confused. One moment I’m kidnapped from my bed, thrown into a car then treated like an animal, moments later I’m being treated in a loving manner. My body on the other hand is relenting to the treatment since my eyes cannot see what he does next so all my senses are open. His fingers begin to squeeze my nipples making them hard between his fingertips. His thumbs begin rubbing them in circles while his hands squeeze and fondle my breasts. I surprise myself as my ears hear my gasps escape from my lips. I know I shouldn’t but it felt good. The hands of this stranger feeling all over me like no other has before, I feel, I feel, I don’t know how to describe it.

My thoughts are disrupted when I feel the warmth of his mouth place soft kisses on my stomach. My shirt must’ve come up when I tried to wiggle away from him. His mouth circled around my bellybutton. A shriek left me when his tongue made wet circles inside my bellybutton. My arms strained behind my back as I rocked against them from the hot pulses running through my body. His tongue then trailed along the lace of my panties licking through the material tasting my juices that soaked my panties. Long hard licks pressed against the crotch of my panties His thumbs continued with hard circles pressing my nipples into my breasts, fingers digging deeper into my breasts, tongue licking vigorously along crotch whipping left and right against my clit. He wants to make me cum, I feel my body giving in I can’t stop it. My legs kicked wildly as I felt the waves of my orgasm run through me like a river. I cried out begging him not to stop as his tongue never did, sending another wave of pleasure through me. Sucking my clit through the soaked panties I collapsed as my last orgasm overtook me.