Rating: XXX (yes that's right, this story goes way past NC-17)
Hello all, Here is the continuation to Dear Diary . Not much to babble about, other then to warn you all that this is erotica. Enjoy the read.
Title: Dear Diary 2
Author: Letterx
Pairing: T/7
Rating: XXX (that's way past NC17 for those not in the know)
Summary: Following Dear Diary, another padd is discovered among the crew. Warning: There is course language and vivid descriptions within. Disclaimers: I do not own the characters that you see on Voyager but I do own the story. A lesbian relationship is depicted in this story, so if this isn't your cup of tea, see Janeway, she drinks coffee. If you are underage then leave now. This story is for a mature audience. I am not making any money off of this... blah blah blah.
Now, onto the show.
Comments to letterx: I'd love to here from you.
Dear Diary 2
It was late gamma shift, which meant that it was early morning, and Captain Janeway could not sleep. It wasn't an unusual occurrence to see the Intrepid ship's captain making a late trip to her ready room, so when she passed the bridge, Ensign Harry Kim, acting captain, didn't make a flinch other then to say...
"Good morning Captain."
"Morning Harry. Anything to report?"
"Not a thing, ma'am. It's been a quiet night." Though for at least one crewman it's been one hell of a night. But Harry learned his lesson early on not to ask the Captain what was wrong.
"Good. Keep me posted. I'll be in my ready room going over some reports." Janeway announced as she made her way to her sanctuary.
Walking into the room, Kathryn's shoulder's slumped as she dropped her fa�ade and the weariness over took her. She dragged her tired body to her desk and leaned on it for some support. Closing her eyes she mumbled to whomever was listening, asking why she could never seem to get a good night's rest.
"Just one night, that's all I ask." Janeway pleaded as she opened her eyes and took a deep breath in. But that's when she saw it. A data padd kicked almost all the way under the desk, only a corner peaking out. The Captain reached down to grab it and brought it over to her desk. She went to open it and see if it was yet another report to file, but noticed that it was already opened.
Skimming the file, she noticed the heading 'Dear Diary' appearing quite a few times.
"Oh my. Could this be someone's diary? But if it is, how in the hell did it land up in my ready room?" Janeway questioned to herself. But curiosity got the better of her and she found herself reading one of the entries at random. 'Of course', she reasoned, 'it's only to see whom the diary belongs to.'
Stardate: 459983
Dear Diary,I am sitting on the couch in the living area all alone. Last night was a gamma shift for you and now you're still sleeping. I'm flipping through the channels on the television set you have in our quarters, which once belonged to Paris, but nothing worthwhile is on. So I shut it down. Today is my day off and I'm feeling kind of frisky, yet you're asleep. I had considered waking you to fool around but that wouldn't be fair to you. But I can't seem to get you out of my mind. The way you look when naked, the way your body moves when you're under the influence of my passion, the way you're eyes go when they are desire-filled. Gods I want to touch you, to be touched by you.
I can't help myself. My hand seems to have a mind of its own. It trails down the center of breasts and circles me stomach. I'm hesitating knowing that you are right in the other room sleeping but it's only a moment's hesitation. My hand quickly lifts up my shirt; I pull it off my head. Then my pants are next to go, a slight lift of the hips and my pants and panties pool down around my ankles. I spread my legs and dip my finger in my sex, running it across my inner lips I feel that I am so soaked just from thinking about you. I flick my finger across my clit and my body jumps at the sensation. I moan.
"Mmmmm. Gods." I say through clenched teeth trying to be quiet.
I begin to rub myself, small circles centered on my bundle of nerves. But I suppose I wasn't quiet enough, or maybe my timing was off because unbeknownst to me, you had come walking out of our room. Seeing me in such a position you can't help but watch. My eyes are closed so I don't see you come around the couch to sit on the coffee table in front of me, where my legs are propped. You don't say a word, instead you are so aroused by my own activities you can only slide your fingers into your waistband and stroke your inner lips.
I hear a moan and my eyes shoot open. I see you there, right in front of me, sitting on the coffee table, stroking yourself, with your eyes fixated on my most intimate body part. Knowing that you are watching only serves to full my fire more. I am so turned on now. I spread my legs more for you and ask in a deep husky, passion filled voice.
"Hand me that pen."
I stick my nose in the general direction of the coffee table and as you look over you see an ordinary pen lying there. Your left hand busy stroking you, reaches over for the pen, somewhat unsure as to what I want with it. I take it from your hands and using my right hand I rub the pen along the length of my sex. Your eyes widen as you watch the display and realize what I plan to do. Sure enough, I push the pen inside of me, all the while rubbing my clit. I moan loudly and throw my head back in pleasure, arching my hips to meet the object I am now pumping in and out of me.
Just watching the display and hearing the noises I make nearly send you over the edge, but you hold back, continuing to rub and stroke yourself. You want me to cum with you. You are so turned on my watching me pump harder, deeper, faster into me, moaning as waves of pleasure hit me. I'm close and knowing that you are watching every move I make sends me over the edge. You rub yourself harder and harder and faster, so close. My body calms a bit and I notice that you still haven't achieved release. I take the pen I had just used to fuck me, still covered in my juices and bring it to your lips.
"Lick." I command, and you do which the taste of me finally does it for you, you orgasm, you cum hard, body shaking as you try to remain upright, but you can't and I catch you in my arms. My arms wrap around you and rub small circles on your back as I place small kisses on your temples.
Suddenly, Captain Janeway was wide-awake, and very turned on. The weariness from her sleepless night gone and was now replaced with a need to touch, a desire to relieve the new tension she felt in her body. Squeezing her legs together and biting her lip, Janeway continued on reading the next entry.
Stardate: 378892
Dear Diary,Once again I was sitting here at work, nothing much to do. So my mind starts drifting to you. Then I realized, I should be writing this down. Here is the end result.
I hear you come out of the shower and follow you into the bedroom. Standing there, your skin still shimmering from the droplets of water. You do not see me, but you hear me enter. Coming up from behind, I place my hands on your hips, moving you closer to the wall. You drop the towel as hands go up to stop me from pushing you all the way against the wall. My lips find the soft wet skin of your back, placing chaste kisses moving from shoulder to shoulder. One hand moves to brush your hair aside, as my mouth finds your neck. I feel your body shiver, you try to turn your head, but I stop you with my hand, gently holding your head in place. I whisper to you, "Not yet."
My right hand moves from your hip, around to your stomach. My fingertips are touching your skin, moving in tiny circles. My left hand lets go of your head and slowly moves down your back. Lower and lower, until it's at your waist, then moves around to slide down your stomach, onto your sex, barely touching you. My tongue starts to lick off the water, from your neck, shoulders and back. I return the right hand onto your hip as I guide you over to the bed.
Once reaching the bed, I push your body over with the right hand. Bent over the bed now, yet still standing, I begin to trail the kisses lower. My lips feel like cold fire against your skin, down to your lower back. You spread your legs wider, waiting for, wanting my touch. The moister already building inside of you. Both my hands move to cup your breasts. Pulling my hands away, I take the erect nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I pinch, roll and squeeze the hardened peaks.
My tongue glides across the damp skin, lower until I am kissing your cheeks, I suck the skin, bringing the blood to the surface. Fingers still working on your breasts. Lower my mouth goes, then over to the right cheek, sucking and licking still. Back to the top of your glistening buttocks, my tongue trails down the center. Crossing over the puckered skin of your anus, I stop for a moment and flick my tongue across it. Lower until I find the wet, hot center of your sex, I push my tongue inside, as deep as I can. Moving my face further away and then back, my tongue slowly fucks you. I feel the moister building, then I begin to lick continuously back up your body. Stopping once I reach your neck, I place a small kiss there, and I move to kiss behind your ear. You feel my right hand move away from your breasts, feel my skin moving around to your back. You let out a soft sigh as my skin loses contact with yours.
You feel my hand brush across your buttocks, moving between your legs, and then you feel something else. For a moment you cannot tell what it is. Yet you feel it pressing against your cunt. Not entering, just touching. Pulling my body back from yours, my left hand moves from your breast as my right hand moves to your hip. I slowly start to turn you around, and as you are turning my left hand moves to cup your chin, holding your face eyelevel with mine.
I whisper to you, "Close your eyes and lean back."
I help you to ease your body down on the bed. Then I move to spread your legs wider. Knees bend, you begin to arch your back. Then you feel the sensation of something coming into contact with your opening. Softly I push it inside, moving very slowly and very carefully. I lower my body on top of yours. Your legs move to wrap around my own hips. Our mouths find each other as our tongues fight for control. I begin to ease my hips further away and then back again. Feeling the length and hardness, you wrap your arms tight around my back. I begin to build a faster pace with each push forward sending me deeper inside of you. We continue kissing as I move faster and deeper. I pull away from your face to look into your eyes.
Then I hear the words, "Fuck me harder."
Now pushing deeper, faster harder my lips move to your neck, sucking on the skin, I can ear your moans, gasps, and cries. Harder I push, feeling your own hips pushing against me, making me go deeper still. I feel your back arching, fingernails digging into my skin, I hear you cry out my name as spasm after spasm wrecks your body.
I pull myself carefully back out of you, removing my new appendage; I curl up next to you as we wrap each other with our arms. Soft kisses, whispers of love. You drift off to sleep. I continue holding you next to me as I fall asleep with you.
Despite being so worked up now, and realizing how personal this data padd really was, Captain Janeway continued to read, just one more entry.
Stardate: 632117
Dear Diary,I walk into your kitchen and see you cleaning up after your little snack tonight. You're washing the dishes, your hips slightly swaying as you move from side to side, shifting your weight. You have me hypnotized. I love the way your body moves and I want to move with it, have it move against me. It's quiet in the house. Your mother is asleep, we have some us time to ourselves and I plan to use it.
I walk up to you, immediately melding my body to yours as I press myself into your back and wrap my arms around your waist. I move your hair to one side of your neck and lean in to kiss and nip your neck. You smile and moan slightly, enjoying the feel of my lips against your skin. You shut the water off from the sink, done with the dishes for now, but I don't let you move from your spot. My lips find their way to your ear lobe where I pull it into my mouth and flick my tongue over it. I pull back slightly to whisper in your ear.
"I'm going to take you here and now."
You groan through gritted teeth knowing that I fully intend to make you cum here in the kitchen right now. My left hand moves from your hip to glide upwards on your body, first tracing your arm, up then down again. Then my fingers find the hem of your shirt and work their way under to rest against your skin, rubbing small circles on your belly. My lips move to your chin, my tongue snaking out every once in a while to trail down the length of the bone. Both my hands now reaching for and finding the bottom of your shirt, slowly and deliberately lift the shirt up and over your head, leaving you standing in your bra.
My mouth moves down to your shoulder, nipping and placing butterfly kisses on the bare skin found there. My hands then come up to cup each breast, first only to hold the weight of each in my hands, feeling your mounds fill my palms, and then I give a gentle squeeze, then another squeeze, and another, until I begin to set up a rhythm of molding your breasts in my hands. I feel your nipples harden under my touch and through the fabric, I rub my flat palms against those peaks.
Your moans are getting louder still and more continuous now. My teeth rake against your shoulder, biting yet not marking the flesh beneath my lips. My right hand begins to descend, sliding down your chest, across your stomach, and under your waistband. I scratch with my nails against your curls, rubbing the skin right above your sex. I can feel you arching your back, asking... no begging for more, to feel more.
I jam my knee in between your legs, forcibly spreading them, opening you up for me. You are so wet, so turned on. I can see you gripping the counter top with white knuckles, feel you leaning on the sink for support. I dip my finger down into your inner lips, running my tip along the length of your sex.
"Gods, you are so wet. Is all this for me?"
I ask as I bring that same finger out of your pants and up to my lips to taste. You can hear my tongue licking your juices off my finger but I refuse to let you turn around to see. Once my finger is clean, I bring both hands to your hips and hook my thumbs into your waistband. Moving down your body, I pull your pants and panties down with me. Once to your ankles, you step out of each leg one at a time and I discard the unwanted clothes. I slide back up your body, my hands already reaching for the clasp of your bra. In one movement, I quickly disrobe you of your last article of clothing. I can't help but admire the view and run my fingers along your back.
"Gods your are so beautiful, you take my breath away."
But I want more. I spin you around quickly so that you are now facing me, then I shove you slightly, pushing you up ever so much so that you end up hopping on the kitchen counter top. Sitting there now, I slide my body into position between your legs. Looking into your eyes, I close the distance between us and lock my lips with yours in a passion filled kiss. A few minutes pass by as my tongue slides against yours, or was that a few seconds? I pull back, breaking the kiss to whisper to you.
"I want to eat you out."
Vulgar. Nasty. Dirty. But it turned you on to here me say that, to tell you in no uncertain terms exactly what I want to do to you. Spreading your legs wider still, I slide my body down a bit, taking a moment to flick my tongue across your hardened nipples. But I continue my journey down your body. Leaning down, I kiss your naval first, sticking my tongue in and then out of your bellybutton. I continue down. Reaching your sex, I quickly bury my face there. My tongue snakes out to have a taste, licking your inner lips, sucking on them, drinking your juices.
I feel you spasm a few times and know that you are so near. I slide my tongue up your sex to reach you clit. I rub it against your bundle of nerves, hard and slow. You jerk your hips out to me, wanting more, nearly crying out for more. So I rub it again, this time rubbing up then down again. You're shaking by now, closer to reaching that wonderful peak. But I won't let you fall, not yet.
I move my mouth downward a bit until I reach your opening. You are so open and so wet; I immediately slide my tongue inside, filling you. Your hips jerk and begin to rock as I slide my tongue in and out of you. Deeper and faster I go with each thrust. I feel your walls tighten and open, so near. I bring my right hand into play and begin to rub your neglected clit, hard but slow. My left hand reaches up to grab hold of one of your breasts, squeezing and massaging while my tongue pleases you.
I feel your hands slide into my hair, holding my head where you need it, want it, guiding the rhythm of my tongue fucking you. In, out, in, out. You grunt, I push harder and faster, rubbing harder and faster, squeezing harder and faster. You scream. Your walls tighten around my tongue and won't let go as you cum into my awaiting mouth. Gods you taste wonderful.
My hands find their way to your back. I rub slow circles trying to calm your shaking body down. I finally pull my tongue out of you, giving your sex one last lick before my lips seek out yours in another bone crushing kiss. You moan as you taste yourself on my tongue and I swallow up that moan. Backing away slightly, I look again into your eyes.
Now that's a snack.
"Oh my god, yes indeed. That was definitely one hell of a snack and what a read." Janeway said out loud to herself, panting and breathing heavily. "I need... something. Um, oh god. Maybe some water."
The Captain stood up on shaky legs and made her way over to her washroom, a small bathroom located next to her ready room, considered Captain's privilege. The door swished open and a sight that made her groan out loud assaulted her. Sitting atop her wash sink was her Astrometic's officer, Seven of Nine. Naked. Her legs spread wide. And kneeling in between those legs was her chief of engineering, B'Elanna Torres. Eating Seven.
Another groan escaped her lips as her knees gave out and she sank to the floor thinking one thought... 'Gods I need a fuck.'
The End!
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