Fated Meeting

I was sitting by the window. I lived in a big mansion on the hill, and the window overlooked the cliff and I could see the infinite sea expand beyond it. It was raining very hard, and I was just in my underwear, sitting alone writing on my diary. My diary was my most precious possession, detailing events and occurrences from my life starting from 5 years ago until now. I had just hit 30 years of age, and many would say that I am too old for a diary, but I never cared. I have always taken pleasure in rather youthful stuff, such as diaries and sex toys. My husband, a marine, spent too much time away from home, and I had to occupy myself with something. Rich life was sure boring.

I went back a couple thousand pages on my diary, to read old entries. I stumbled across my days as a prostitute. I didn’t have my diary back then, but I took note of everything as I remembered it too well. It was in a neon-lit bar, after my dance presentation on the dancing pole, that I met my now-husband, who was at the bar celebrating with his fellow marines. He had his eyes glued on me during my entire show, and he requested to talk to me after I was done. He was the one who took me out of that world. It’s not that I was suffering, but I would rather live as I do now than how I did back then.

My husband, back then a bit younger and packing a bit more of energy, walked right into my boudoir, to my surprise. I was told a man wanted to see me after the show, but I was used to fat old men walking in to have private time with me. He shook me; I recognized the same piercing blue eyes that had stared at me during my entire show and his rather big muscles. He was, and still is, a very handsome man.

I stood up from my chair, and proceed to ask him what kind of service he wanted. He asked me to sit down again, then took a stool and sat in front of me. I was expecting him to get undressed by now, but he wanted to know about me. He started asking me about my life and interests, and I replied calmly to all his questions. I was shocked but eager to continue the conversation, as it had been long since I had any sort of genuine conversation with anybody. He was truly interested in me. After a while, he kissed me, and it felt both hot and passionate. The type of kiss I hadn’t had in a while.

He slowly undressed me, which wasn’t too hard considering I was just wearing a bikini. He was so gentle to me. After I was naked, he started to undress, revealing his toned body before me. He quickly unzipped his pants to let out his cock, which was bigger than I expected. I grasped it firmly and started to suck on it, feeling as it got harder inside my mouth. I could see the pleasure on his face, when I looked up as he started to gently caress my hair.

“Kiss me” He said, and I stood up to once again feel his lips against mine. I think the kissing was and still is the part I enjoy the most about my husband. He held me up with his strong hands and laid me down on the nearby bed, where I spent most of my nights alone after tiresome dancing shows. He kissed me on my belly, then slowly and sensually went towards my vagina, eating it and kissing it as if it was a great dessert. He gave me head almost as good as he kissed. After I was wet enough, he stood up and asked me if I had any condoms. I told him that there were some in the drawer, and I looked at him as he went to get it.

Everything about this man screamed responsibility and diligence. No wonder he was a marine. Many other clients would never ask me about condoms; I had to ask them to put them on for me. I watched as he put the condom on his hard cock, then walked towards me, ready to penetrate me. It was almost instant but very sensual, the way he slid his penis into me. I came almost immediately after feeling it, he was a really good fuck with a very fit body that added to my eye-candy.

He fucked me slowly and sensually, and I came multiple times. He would sometimes stop to kneel down to give me more head; he was absolutely into giving me pleasure during our time together. He stood up, looked at me in the eyes and started to jerk off. I knew he was about to finish off. After a bit, he let his load over me, his face and moaning extremely pleasuring to me. I was glad to see I made him have a good time, maybe as good as he made me have it.

He laid next to me and started to kiss me. “That was amazing” he said after we stopped kissing; I could never forget the nice tone he said that in. After cleaning up, we laid on my bed and continued to talk for another hour or so. This time, it was me asking him questions. I asked him about his studies, his family and where he was born. He came from a rather poor family and always wanted to be a marine, so it was really amazing for him to be able to experience his dreams and make them a reality, and of course make a lot of money along the way. He inspired me.

After he left that night, I felt as if he took something away from me, and I wanted it back. I waited for weeks on end for him to return, to no avail. I imagined he had traveled somewhere else in the country, or moved out altogether. Many more men came each night, and none of them gave me the same pleasure or level of satisfaction that my husband had given me. I was hopeful, however, and decided to keep waiting on him, just like he fought for his dream to be part of the marines. Maybe he was still battling for that dream, and I had to wait for him to finish. Or, maybe, he had forgotten about me already.

One day, after a very hectic dance show, I was back in my room getting refreshed, enjoying a nice meal my boss had gotten me and the other dancers. Then, my man of steel walked into the room. I looked at him on the eyes, and he looked back at me. We both knew we were waiting for this. I was about to stand up from my chair, and he said “Sit still” then knelt down. I took a sip of wine, then looked at him in full surprise. He pulled out a little red velvet colored box from his pocket, and opened it to show a ring with a rather big diamond, shining brighter than all my cheap fake jewelry. “Would you like to marry me?” he asked.

And I started to cry. “I waited so long for you” I said, “of course I’d love to marry you!” I continued. He stood up and hugged me.

Our wedding was quite low key, aboard a small ship. All his family was there, and I don’t know if he had told them of my past as a prostitute. Regardless, we both were very happy and didn’t care about what others said. That night, we had sex which was as every bit as good as I remembered it from the first time. I don’t know if he had fucked any other person during our time away, but he looked rather relieved to be having sex. “I’m so happy that you came back” I said after we were done. “I had you in my mind constantly” he said as he laid next to me on the huge bed.

I had a single tear flowing down my face, then I closed the diary. It was very nice to read and remember these events, and so it made me treasure my dairy even more. I saw it was no longer raining, and I heard a car park outside of the house. I quickly put on a short dress, then ran to the main door to receive my husband. “Welcome home, sweetheart” I said to him as he walked into our house. “I missed you a bit” I added, kissing him on the lips. “I’m sorry for leaving you alone so much, Natalie” He replied to me. “Don’t worry too much about that, Frank. It makes me more eager to see you every day after you return.” I said to him confidently.