Archive-name: SpecMome/diary.txt

Archive-author: Stephanie Kay Buffman

Archive-title: Dear Diary





  The Diary, September 26, 1992



	Dear Diary,



	Today is truly the best day of my life.  It started like any

other, but it ended like a dream.  Today Eric told me that he loved

me.  It didn't exactly happen just like that.  It went kinda like

this:

	We were in my room.  I was ust kind of laying there with him,

stroking his cheek with my hand.  He hand his hand on my butt!

And anyway, we kissed.  And we kept kissing.  But it was a different

sort of kiss.  It was much more passionate than any other kiss I had

felt before.  I tried not to move.  I was afraid I would lose the

moment.  

	He was naked.  He always sleeps that way, even in my room.

Well, especially in my room.  And I was only wearing a nightgown, no

panties.  And he stroked my entire body, then he kissed me again.  He

kissed my face, my neck, my breasts, my thighs.  That was incredible.

He licked one of my inner thighs while he glided his fingernails over

the other one.  I was so overcome with passion, I didn't know which

one to focus on....  Then he breathed on me...there.  

	Oh my Gosh!  I have never felt such a feeling in my life as

that.  I felt all these tingly impulses shoot through my body.  His

tongue flickering back and forth against my clitoris drove me insane.

I couldn't help it!  I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his

tongue as far into me as it would go!  I knew I was getting close, but

right when I was on the edge, I made him stop.

	He laid on top of me then, and he kissed me.  I could taste

myself on him, and you can' know how much that turned me on.  Almost

as if I had licked myself.  It made me want him so much.  He kissed my

neck, and my breasts, sucking on each nipple.  It felt so wonderful.

My hips kept thrusting involuntarily to meet his.  I have never felt

this way about anyone.  

	I could feel him in between my thighs.  I started moving

around, trying desperately to get him inside me.  I have never done

that before, but, oh god, it felt so wonderful.  Finally, he was right

there.  right at the opening of my vagina (i hate that word!)  and we

just stopped.  I looked at him.  He looked at me.  He stroked my face

and the look in his eyes just told me it was all right.  I lifted my

pelvis a little bit, and he pushed.  It was incredible.  

	He was inside of me.  I was at one with this person.  I could

feel him...  For a few moments we just stared at one another.  I was

breathing so heavy....  Just knowing he was there was enough.  I

started thrusting myself against him, loving the way it went in deeper

and deeper.  He started moving then, and we moved in a rhythm akin to

the waves of an ocean.  He kept stopping to look at me, and I would

look back, but at that point, I couldn't stop my own hips from

rocking.  It was coming in waves, this feeling.  I felt it swell and

increase, and I knew I was going to come.  I pushed against him, and

he went into me deeper than he had ever been before.  I started to

scream and he kissed me.  I felt my body shudder and give way to the

ecstasy I was feeling.  I swear I nearly passed out!

	Then he continued a little longer, and then pulled out and

came on my stomach.  It was so beautiful.  We both cleaned up a little

and then lay there together, and as he held me he whispered, "I love

you, Ari.  Those are words you deserve to hear.  I love you."

	I felt something familiar, down so deep that it did not seem

as if I had never known, only that I had forgotten, and I told him

that I loved him.  And I know that I do.  I realize now that there is

no one I would rather be with now than him.  I closed my eyes and we

held each other until we fell asleep.

	This is truly love.



	Love, Arissana



--Stephanie Kay Buffman, March 22, 1993