She was sitting on her bed. She closed her eyes to feel the intimacy, the warm fingers that is slowly crawling inside her shirt. His warm breath tingling her ears. Finally the hands reach her breast and gave it a soft squeeze. Then it started to fondle her erect peas. She started to breath heavily. This is driving her mad.
Later on, she felt a bulge behind her. This became her signal. She slowly pulled the hands away, stood on the bed, took off her shirt and positioned herself to sit on his lap and face him.
He was smiling.
She held his cheeks, plant kisses on it while feeling his hardness growing. She took off his shirt and started kissing his neck. He in return had put his hands inside her shorts and started caressing her butt cheeks. She wrapped her legs around him and kissed him passionately on the lips. She played with his tongue and tickling the palate. After doing this, she positioned his hands on the rim of her shorts, guiding him to take it off. She was not wearing any panties. She was wet. She pushed him so he would lie down and she went on top of him. She was brushing her body on him while kissing him. Then she licked his nipples, tingling him while her hand made its way inside his boxers. She felt that it was already secreting its pre cum. So she took off his shorts and put the head on her mouth. She tasted his pre cum and it was sweet. She sucked on it, like on how you would eat a lollipop. Licking, sucking, putting the tongue in the opening, licking it all around, sucking it all in, touching its rims with her lips and more licking to tickle it.
She could hear his breathing getting faster.
She then licked the balls and sucked it whole, playing it with her tongue while letting her fingers play with his shaft.
Then she took his hand and put it on her wet pussy. While she again sucked his hard dick, he was stroking her clit. She then took his finger and positioned it to put it inside her. He smiled and followed what she want. As she pump his dick with her lips, his finger was going in and out of her pussy. She was enjoying it so much that she started moving her hips, creating a rhythm. Despite of his dick in her mouth, she was moaning. Then she felt he was tensing up.
She then took his fingers, knelt on the bed and asked him to sit up again. As he did, she slowly, while kissing him, sat on his dick. She held on his shoulders for support and raised her hips to pump him. He could feel her wetness on his thighs as she was so wet, the way his dick goes in and out made him hold her waist to help her go faster.
The foreplay did fine, and now, they could now feel its near. Then as she had pushed him inside her, this time she tried to contract her muscles so her pussy would squeeze his dick. Then she heard him moan so sweetly. This drove her crazy and made her come at the same time as he did. She felt his warm milk gushing in her which made her orgasm more intense.
They both were breathing hard. She was smiling and kissed him.
"I love you." he whispered in her ear.
"I love you too... one more?" she smiled.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
a day of melody
I came in early so I decided to wait beside the entrance gate of his school since I was so shy to sit at the bench. I was wearing my uniform for God's sakes. Everybody was practically looking at me.
Then Karl came. He invited me inside to join the Sas org while waiting for him. After some hours, the president along with one of the facilitators, finally arrived. Despite of the hassles, he always give time to hold my hand and kiss me.
The workshop brought me closer to his orgmates. Actually that was the plan, I was so nervous since I can only count the people I knew well with one hand. I expected that he would surely be busy but this is my chance to be closer to his friends, or at least for now, let them know me by my presence. So that the next time I join them, they would feel comfortable with me.
So the workshop finally started. His friends were really good musicians that I could only watch in awe. The music they play are all random and created by instincts. Music that has been whispered by passion, I should say. My frustrations suddenly came back.. hay.. I want to learn how to play drums AND keyboards. But with my age, I think it's too late.
So I saw how the org works together, how the officers follow their president willingly. It was a great teamwork..everyone running around to get this and that, to do some last minute papers and things.
This gave me the urge to support him more.
On my way home, I was accompanied by his 2 orgmates. Chao and I had a serious talk about the org and the problems that I didnt know existed. This member told me how happy he is with the way things are going in this org and how Jake had been a big help to them. Seeing this person's contented face while telling me some points of the problems that evolves around the org made me guilty at the same time warm inside.
Guilty because there are times that I am having a hard time adjusting to these new circumstances which challenges me.. That sometimes when I cannot take it anymore I get so immature and do something stupid.
Happy because I see that he is doing real good things, that he is happy with what he does and ALSO makes other people happy. Makes me proud and more in love. Its also funny how his orgmates seems to treat me special. Oh yes I am the first lady so guys, I will do the best as I can to support your president and love him more.
This day, it made me see the friendship. It's great to have friends. I'm also thankful Jake have such great ones. The kind of persons who are smart enough to not judge you and crack jokes at the same time. Its nice to stay with them. Now I understand why Jake loves being with them and now I also want to be their friends more than ever.
Everyday I'm learning, its not easy, but its helping me to be a better person. I do hope Jake has enough patience for me because it wont be easy. But I will do the best as I can, overcome my limits and be a better person. For him, for my family and for myself.
Thank you for everything my love. For always accepting and understanding. I hope you wont get tired of me. I love you so much.
Then Karl came. He invited me inside to join the Sas org while waiting for him. After some hours, the president along with one of the facilitators, finally arrived. Despite of the hassles, he always give time to hold my hand and kiss me.
The workshop brought me closer to his orgmates. Actually that was the plan, I was so nervous since I can only count the people I knew well with one hand. I expected that he would surely be busy but this is my chance to be closer to his friends, or at least for now, let them know me by my presence. So that the next time I join them, they would feel comfortable with me.
So the workshop finally started. His friends were really good musicians that I could only watch in awe. The music they play are all random and created by instincts. Music that has been whispered by passion, I should say. My frustrations suddenly came back.. hay.. I want to learn how to play drums AND keyboards. But with my age, I think it's too late.
So I saw how the org works together, how the officers follow their president willingly. It was a great teamwork..everyone running around to get this and that, to do some last minute papers and things.
This gave me the urge to support him more.
On my way home, I was accompanied by his 2 orgmates. Chao and I had a serious talk about the org and the problems that I didnt know existed. This member told me how happy he is with the way things are going in this org and how Jake had been a big help to them. Seeing this person's contented face while telling me some points of the problems that evolves around the org made me guilty at the same time warm inside.
Guilty because there are times that I am having a hard time adjusting to these new circumstances which challenges me.. That sometimes when I cannot take it anymore I get so immature and do something stupid.
Happy because I see that he is doing real good things, that he is happy with what he does and ALSO makes other people happy. Makes me proud and more in love. Its also funny how his orgmates seems to treat me special. Oh yes I am the first lady so guys, I will do the best as I can to support your president and love him more.
This day, it made me see the friendship. It's great to have friends. I'm also thankful Jake have such great ones. The kind of persons who are smart enough to not judge you and crack jokes at the same time. Its nice to stay with them. Now I understand why Jake loves being with them and now I also want to be their friends more than ever.
Everyday I'm learning, its not easy, but its helping me to be a better person. I do hope Jake has enough patience for me because it wont be easy. But I will do the best as I can, overcome my limits and be a better person. For him, for my family and for myself.
Thank you for everything my love. For always accepting and understanding. I hope you wont get tired of me. I love you so much.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
History of an introvert
She was seeing a new scene.
A golf course right in the middle of the city. she was sitting by the intramuros wall and finally, for the first time, she could lay down on her back and look at the sky.
Having her special someone beside her, he offered her his arm and made her lie to him.
They were watching the birds fly in the sky.
"Oh how great this could be if we're both really on a big field." she thought.
She was always fascinated by the way the sun would fall down on him. Creating a mood by the soft touch of the mellow sun that's about to hide from the horizon.
Her heart is beating fast. It's the moments like this that makes her cry. She tries hard not to be emotional. To divert her close-to-crying-syndrome, she looks and tries to think other things. But no, her mind would always make her appreciate the thing that is presently happening. His strong hands wrapped around hers, with the sky raining them with its orange rays. The most important fact is, he is smiling at her. She knows he does not share that smile to just anybody.
These are the moments she would daydream while staying alone in the room. The moments after crying from pain, or whenever she feels lonely.
Now that it is happening to her makes her so happy. He was the one to make her feel that in so much happiness, you could cry.
She is having a hard time bearing the outburst of emotions that when it suprises her, all she could do is cry. She was not used to experiencing this. Why is she so fragile in front of him? She cannot keep anything from him.
She used to hate it when tears helplessly fall down, because no one would wipe them away from her.
So much for being independent. So much for saying I can go on my own. so much for saying I can handle my future with just being with myself.
All along, she was lying to herself. She said all these things to convince herself that she's not fragile or vulnerable. All along she realized that it was just courage that was making her run. She was not really strong, she just appears to be. The past suddenly came back. She thought it was all over. She was just running away.
She had been afraid and thought, maybe if i didn't say this or if i didn't do that, it would make me better. It did worked, but only for a moment. The more she had done it, the more it broke her. The more she is trapped and losing the future in her eyes. That is why she didn't plan. She was scared of just failing and expecting.
She was living the past. She needed help.
Her love stories turned to dark. To blood spills and chaos. She had found solace in serial killers and Gothic stories. Her want for violence made her appear strong. She enjoyed killing the zombies in the screen and handling guns made her hands warm. She was overjoyed having this power. A temporary stress reliever
Then her literature professor said to do things. Do this style, it would make you better. That style was non-fiction. Remember your past. But whatever she did, she cannot. It only made her worse. That made her lose her path.
She suddenly realized she was lost.
"Why can't I do this? What's wrong?"
She wasn't able to write. She had seemed to lose her touch. She tried to do things but ended in vain. Something is wrong.
In the end she realized it was because she did not want to face her past and so Reality has to find a way to test her.
The inevitable made her face him. Her most weakness.
Her family tried to keep her in the house to protect her. But what they didn't know her is that she had been emotionally abused in school. Her classmates made fun of her because her mom did not want to let her locks go past her ears. Girls would not make friends with her because she looked like a guy. The boys then would tease her.
What will not kill you would make you stronger.
It was part of growing up anyway. The name calling, the moments they make fun of you till it hurts, the teachers who thought so highly of themselves and also make fun of you. Yes, it is a world of cruelty. She cannot do anything. What could a kid do?
High school came, and some things had changed. The name calling was not for her anymore. She had turn to be a lady who had admirers. But people doesn't change. She is still an introvert. She appeared to be nice and so people took advantage of it. One teacher even scolded her of something she didnt do because she was the who looked like an easy target. But wrong, wrong. Enough of the sad stories. Yes, still an introvert. But wont let the same things pass by.
He was her weakness. She was still a girl after all.
She always smiles. That is what makes her seem nice. But those are polite smiles.
But ever since he came, she had found the difference of a smile meant to be nice and a smile that could make you warm inside.
Her birthday was not spent in her home that made her feel trapped. It was celebrated in a park, with her star having conversations with her. This time, they were sitting under the surface of stars.
Even when she enters a movie house. Now she doesn't end up freezing inside. Because she now have someone to hold her, someone whom she could hug and bury her face into when the romantic scenes tries to intimidate her.
Life wasn't really harsh. He IS part of it... and It just taught her how to smile.
A golf course right in the middle of the city. she was sitting by the intramuros wall and finally, for the first time, she could lay down on her back and look at the sky.
Having her special someone beside her, he offered her his arm and made her lie to him.
They were watching the birds fly in the sky.
"Oh how great this could be if we're both really on a big field." she thought.
She was always fascinated by the way the sun would fall down on him. Creating a mood by the soft touch of the mellow sun that's about to hide from the horizon.
Her heart is beating fast. It's the moments like this that makes her cry. She tries hard not to be emotional. To divert her close-to-crying-syndrome, she looks and tries to think other things. But no, her mind would always make her appreciate the thing that is presently happening. His strong hands wrapped around hers, with the sky raining them with its orange rays. The most important fact is, he is smiling at her. She knows he does not share that smile to just anybody.
These are the moments she would daydream while staying alone in the room. The moments after crying from pain, or whenever she feels lonely.
Now that it is happening to her makes her so happy. He was the one to make her feel that in so much happiness, you could cry.
She is having a hard time bearing the outburst of emotions that when it suprises her, all she could do is cry. She was not used to experiencing this. Why is she so fragile in front of him? She cannot keep anything from him.
She used to hate it when tears helplessly fall down, because no one would wipe them away from her.
So much for being independent. So much for saying I can go on my own. so much for saying I can handle my future with just being with myself.
All along, she was lying to herself. She said all these things to convince herself that she's not fragile or vulnerable. All along she realized that it was just courage that was making her run. She was not really strong, she just appears to be. The past suddenly came back. She thought it was all over. She was just running away.
She had been afraid and thought, maybe if i didn't say this or if i didn't do that, it would make me better. It did worked, but only for a moment. The more she had done it, the more it broke her. The more she is trapped and losing the future in her eyes. That is why she didn't plan. She was scared of just failing and expecting.
She was living the past. She needed help.
Her love stories turned to dark. To blood spills and chaos. She had found solace in serial killers and Gothic stories. Her want for violence made her appear strong. She enjoyed killing the zombies in the screen and handling guns made her hands warm. She was overjoyed having this power. A temporary stress reliever
Then her literature professor said to do things. Do this style, it would make you better. That style was non-fiction. Remember your past. But whatever she did, she cannot. It only made her worse. That made her lose her path.
She suddenly realized she was lost.
"Why can't I do this? What's wrong?"
She wasn't able to write. She had seemed to lose her touch. She tried to do things but ended in vain. Something is wrong.
In the end she realized it was because she did not want to face her past and so Reality has to find a way to test her.
The inevitable made her face him. Her most weakness.
Her family tried to keep her in the house to protect her. But what they didn't know her is that she had been emotionally abused in school. Her classmates made fun of her because her mom did not want to let her locks go past her ears. Girls would not make friends with her because she looked like a guy. The boys then would tease her.
What will not kill you would make you stronger.
It was part of growing up anyway. The name calling, the moments they make fun of you till it hurts, the teachers who thought so highly of themselves and also make fun of you. Yes, it is a world of cruelty. She cannot do anything. What could a kid do?
High school came, and some things had changed. The name calling was not for her anymore. She had turn to be a lady who had admirers. But people doesn't change. She is still an introvert. She appeared to be nice and so people took advantage of it. One teacher even scolded her of something she didnt do because she was the who looked like an easy target. But wrong, wrong. Enough of the sad stories. Yes, still an introvert. But wont let the same things pass by.
He was her weakness. She was still a girl after all.
She always smiles. That is what makes her seem nice. But those are polite smiles.
But ever since he came, she had found the difference of a smile meant to be nice and a smile that could make you warm inside.
Her birthday was not spent in her home that made her feel trapped. It was celebrated in a park, with her star having conversations with her. This time, they were sitting under the surface of stars.
Even when she enters a movie house. Now she doesn't end up freezing inside. Because she now have someone to hold her, someone whom she could hug and bury her face into when the romantic scenes tries to intimidate her.
Life wasn't really harsh. He IS part of it... and It just taught her how to smile.
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