Tag: Automatic Diary

  • What Would She Sound Like?

    What Would She Sound Like?

    Automatic Diary, NSFW, masturbation

    He can’t take it anymore.

    They’ve grown so close, and it’s through her that he learns how good her touch is. She’s gentle. Lovely. Warm, safe, and gods, he’s sensitive to everything she does.

    He doesn’t let on that her persistent touches and strokes and kisses are beyond arousing. Nor does he ever admit that he watches her chest and her hips with more than a passing interest, recalling more than once the fantastic peeks that he’s had the good fortune to be shown. Thandi’s wardrobe is dangerous.

    And her breasts are definitely the greatest gift to mankind that’s ever blessed the land and he gets them all to himself. Someday.

    Tonight, though, he’s finally home after walking her back to her place. She hugged him close, just for a moment, and he kissed her fingers. And then she took his hand in hers and those soft lips pressed to his skin and gods he wants them all over his body. His cock agrees.

    Charlie lays back in bed, shirt open, trousers unbuttoned, lazily stroking himself as he thinks of his love. His dearest, his Thandi. What would it feel like to kiss her? He can still feel the ghost of her pressed to him. Her chest is so soft.

    To be able to press his lips to her… what sort of noises would she make? He recalls those little squeaks she makes when she’s touched on her neck. Those little sighs when he presses his hand on the small of her back. The giggle she makes when he squeezes her with a little extra enthusiasm.

    “Haah… fuck.”

    What does her body look like? Her dresses give him a good idea. Her chest, obviously, is amazing. She’s accident prone, and he’s seen the hint of a dark nipple on more than one occasion. And when the chill is just right, gods above, his angel blesses him with a sight to behold. And then he has to loan her his jacket, because he’ll be damned if anyone else gets to enjoy the sight of her peaked nipples.

    Thandi’s hips, too. Soft. Wide. A perfect place to rest his hands. And she’s ticklish, and ticklish definitely means sensitive in the right contexts. He imagines her beside him, shyly covering herself as he sweeps his fingertips along her sides.

    Would she moan? He hopes so. It makes him twitch, imagining it. He would love to pull such a noise from her. Lick her all the way from her center to her neck. Speaking of, what would she taste like? He’s smelled it from her before. She’s as excitable as he is, and he can smell her arousal at times. And sometimes, of course, the smell lingers on her fingers and he smirks at her while pretending to be ignorant of it.

    He can’t wait until it’s his fingers that smell like that. Taste like that. To dip his tongue in her and kiss her in just the right ways?

    Would she call his name?

    The thought of her under him, begging him to let her come…

    “Fuck…”

    It’s time to get serious. Charlie grasps himself firmly and pumps his cock, breathing hard as he picks up the pace. How hard could he fuck her? How fast? Would she like it slow and torturous or quick and overwhelming? Either way, he’s going to be inside of her someday.

    And he imagines the feeling of her squeezing down on him. She’ll probably be a tight fit, and gods, to kiss her as he pounds her, to suck every bit of flavor from her mouth…!

    Her hands wrapping around him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she shouts her need. Begs him to go harder, faster. Charlie’s hips rise as his hand continues the frantic pace he’s set.

    “Thandi…Thandi…!”

    And he imagines what it would be like to cum inside of her, fill her up, leave a bit of him inside of her. To watch it drip from—

    “Thandi!!”

    He feels it splatter on his stomach, his chest, gods, it’s all over his hand. Charlie opens his eyes and smiles as he catches his breath. Gods, he can’t believe he’s so lucky to have someone like Thandi be in love with him. She’s slept in this bed! With him!

    And maybe someday it’ll be just as he imagines: them pressed together in a needy rut, begging each other to come.

    A quick wipe up with his soiled shirt and Charlie sleeps, dreaming of his beautiful love and the amazing things she can do with her hands.

  • Falling for an Angel

    Falling for an Angel

    Automatic Diary

    Charlie fell for her nearly as soon as he saw her. The witch of Bellhaven. He’s heard a lot about her.

    “Thandi Kahsu? Oh, she goes above and beyond. Her potions have really brought me back to snuff!”

    “The witch, I just love her. She sells these darling little stones that keep you dry in the rain. Why, I bought two more just the other day, for my brother and his wife on their fishing boat!”

    “She’s very clever, you know. She has so many magical tchotchkes and she lets us bring the children in to see.”

    It explains why this town has been able to survive without a doctor. The witch had been a stopgap, her cures working well for most. However, her skill only went so far, and his was backed by the power to heal.

    It was when he went out to pick up a delivery of herbs from a wanderer that she caught his eye. Charlie stumbled and sat on the ground, in awe of her. The way the light shone on her, how the sun caught her hair just right… she seemed to glow, haloed by the sun.

    In that moment, Charlie found religion. An angel, practically. He’s never heard a bad word about her. She helped people with her own little miracles. That’s a woman he would love to worship.

    “Caught bad, are ya?”

    Charlie barely paid the man any mind, staring after her as she turned the corner and vanished from sight. Rev clacked his beak and tweaked his ear, bringing Charlie back from his reverie. He finally looks at the man. Tired, but all smiles, he holds out a bag.

    “Here ya go. Heard your witch was the wish grantin’ sort. Think I just saw it in motion, th’ way you were lookin’ after her.”

    “I. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

    “Mmhm. Mark me, you both will be joined at th’ hip by end of the year.”

    Charlie tsks and hands off a small bundle of coins. The wanderer weighs them in his hand and gives Charlie a smile.

    “Thanks for the tip, kid. I’ll be around in a few seasons if ya still lookin to fill your larders.”

    “Much appreciated.”

    Time marches on, of course, regardless of whether one is ready or not. Charlie busied himself with work. Organizing. Creating files on everyone who shows up. Treating chronic cases, broken bones, mysterious maladies.

    He didn’t have time to think of his angel until she showed up time and again. Every time he saw her, it was like a spotlight highlighted her. There were always people smiling at her, singing praises. Touching her so much.

    If he approached, would she realize it was the doctor who was taking cases away from her? Could he shake her hand and smile at her like everyone else?

    Rev disagreed. Wait, he says. Wait until it’s natural. You watch her like hawk.

    It wasn’t as if he tried to see everything she did. It was like the world went out of its way to put her in his path over and over. He’d feel his heart clutch. Admire her beauty. Watch as her smile turned to concentration as she thought over groceries at the market. Enjoy hearing her laugh and her confident way of speaking that seemed to ease everyone around her.

    When he got home after seeing her, his heart became a racing rabbit. She. Was. Everywhere.

    Market, even when he changed up his days.

    Library, though he only ever decided to go whenever the fancy took him.

    Edge of town, she could still be spotted, emerging with components for her spellwork.

    She’s studious. Determined. Everyone seems to think that her magic makes things so easy, but he knows from experience that it just makes people’s expectations more strict. And she… made a living like that.

    Even when he idled at home, reading, cooking, sleeping, what have you— when her face appeared in his mind’s eye, the peonies he brought with him, they would pour blooms. The peonies always were his favorite, being signs of good fortune in love. And his was the greatest in that he had escaped his gilded cage and the endless parade of people at his doorstep and managed to worm his way into a community where an angel brought people happiness and somehow caught his heart in a bear trap.

    The days go by and he’s satisfied at their distance. He doesn’t want to frighten her.

    However, the universe had other ideas.