RedCherry

Log Entry – Orbital Station Orbis-9, Day 114 🌌🌍

Added 2025-08-21 18:00:06 +0000 UTC

I’m not sure if I should be writing this… but out here, drifting above Earth in a metal shell of silence, honesty feels different. More allowed. Maybe even necessary. There’s something about this weightless isolation that makes even the wildest urges feel… natural.

Today I was alone again in the maintenance bay, running routine checks on the valve systems. The station hummed in its usual monotone, and gravity kept playing tricks — pressing me down one second, lifting me the next.

It was hot inside the suit. Not just warm — sweltering. The material clung to my skin, and every movement sent sparks through me. I couldn’t help it. My fingers slipped down, right between my legs. I arched slightly, breath quickening, heart pounding. It wasn’t planned. I wasn’t thinking. But I didn’t stop.

Not even when I heard footsteps.

He appeared at the hatchway, without a word. Shift captain. My colleague. His visor was lifted just enough for me to see his eyes — narrowed, focused. He wasn’t shocked. He was… hungry.

I should’ve covered myself. Closed my legs. Looked away. But I didn’t. I stayed exactly as I was — sprawled on my back, fingers still moving between layers of gear. Exposed. Wanting.

He stepped closer. His voice crackled through the comms.

"Want me to take over?"

I didn’t say anything. Just let out a shaky breath into the mic. That was enough.

He knelt between my legs — and even through the multiple layers of fabric and tech, I could feel him. Hard. Heavy. Real. When he pressed himself inside me, it was like being split in two. I gasped.

He was big. So much bigger than I’d imagined. Every movement stretched me to my core. And the suit — the damn suit — only made it more intense. The friction, the restriction, the heat. It all amplified everything.

I wrapped my legs around him and let go. The pressure, the tightness, the rawness — it made me dizzy. Stars danced behind my eyes. Space felt so close.

"So hot... even through this suit," he muttered. That voice — low, thick — almost made me come right there.

He didn’t slow down. And when he finally pulled out, he spun me over like I weighed nothing. Bent me forward. Entered me again, hard. From behind this time. My hands gripped the control panel for balance as each thrust rocked me against it.

I could feel every inch of him. Deep. Powerful. Intentional. I moaned shamelessly into the mic, not caring who heard.

And then, he stopped.

"Open your visor," he said.

My hands trembled as I obeyed. Cool station air hit my flushed face. I turned to look at him — his own visor already open — just in time to see his jaw tighten.

He pulled out and groaned.

Then it hit me.

Thick. Warm. Everywhere. His cum spilled onto my face in hot bursts — across my cheeks, lips, even down my neck. So much of it. More than I thought possible. I just sat there, frozen, panting, feeling it drip down.

I scooped a bit with my glove. Brought it to my lips. The taste was strange — slightly salty, a little sweet. Earthy. His.

I’m in my pod now, cleaning the logs. The security feed’s been erased. No one will know.

This was just for us.

Just for me.

I can still feel him inside me. Still smell him on my skin. I see the way he looked at me — not just with lust, but with awe. That made my chest ache more than anything.

His size. His heat. The way he finished all over my face like he couldn’t hold it back another second…

Space is a cold, empty place. But he made it feel almost… warm.

I hope he comes back tomorrow.