When it hurts

I know that most men hate to be interrupted, especially when they are so into it and are about to climax, which is why I am so happy to have found a man who cares more about me than his sexual satisfaction.

I have always known and felt that he is different. He defies the norms we have of what men are like. He's not just a man, he's a gentleman. Through and through.

Last night, he noticed something wrong with my V. Part of it was literally inflamed, a complication I usually acquire after wearing napkins for my period. He did not think twice. He stopped. Just stopped. To be fair, I even tried to tell him that I am not hurting, but I have fooled no one.

What was more surprising was the fact that he did not complain about it, and even asked for its condition this morning.

What was even more surprising was that he gave me a massage last night in lieu of a second round.

Hey, I wonder how many ladies are as lucky as me to have such a gentleman for a lover.

Princess or Goddess?

Until now, I don't know what I like best, being a princess or a goddess.

Here's the thing. I'm his princess when I am the one paying for an overnight stay, when I badly need a massage, when I'm sick, or when I'm feeling really down.

He calls me goddess when he's paying, because naturally I would have to be the one to perform, which is something we have agreed non-verbally.

Take for example last Sunday. I was paying, and he did not bother waiting for me to make the first move.

He saw me busy with his PSP, and yet he did not care and went ahead with foreplay, his way.

Then he mumbled something like, "Just keep on playing there, and I'll take care of everything down here."

Ha-ha! As if I could concentrate on a video game when heaven beckons! And he knows this; it just makes him laugh to see me try.

Second to none

This may still be an after effect of lust night, but, I can name a few things why I'm totally, head over heels, in love with him:

1. He's the perfect masseur. And it's for free! Even his extra service is for free.
2. Sleep is always better when I am beside him. Especially after finishing three rounds within 2 hours.
3. He kisses me non-stop. Until now I find it hard to distinguish foreplay from afterplay. FYI: Afterplay maybe considered as foreplay for the next round.
4. Our goodnight kiss turns to goodnight sex.
5. He would always say "I want this, I want this every night, for the rest of my life," when we're lying beside each other.
6. He wakes me up 30 minutes earlier so we could talk and snoggle, a gesture that says another good day is to come.

Unstoppable

Yesterday, I couldn't stop myself from reciting these lines from the song Unstoppable by The Calling. Even as I blogged my previous entry.

Come and lay right on my bed, sit and drink some wine
I'll try not to make you cry
And if you'd get inside my head, then you'd understand
Then you'd understand me
Why I've felt so alone, why I kept myself from love
And you became my favorite drug
So let me take you right now and swallow you down,
I need you inside

But only up to that last line, naturally because I was looking forward to being with him again for an entire night.

Then when the promise of sunset was imminent, these next lines were tugging at my memory.

If we had this night together
If we had a moment to ourselves
If we had this night together, then we'd be unstoppable

Lust night (as we call it), was once again superb, and as to the details, I don't want to give everything away. Not here. In my memory perhaps?

So now I guess everyone can conclude: We are UNSTOPPABLE.

Later

Later, I will most gladly attend to my obligations as a (devout?) servant.

As to who I will worship, well I guess anybody who reads this post already knows who I am referring to.

Yes, worship is the term to use, and an even bigger YES for having to kneel just to show how much I worship him.

(giggles)

I guess I have a unique religion after all.

(more giggles)

Green-minded, naughty, nympho me.

My white shorts

It was only yesterday that I realized that whenever I wear my favorite white shorts on a date with my boyfriend, we always end up checking in.

Yesterday was no exception. It's only been two days since I have had a tooth extracted so I wasn't expecting him, or myself to suggest we spend time together in a room, alone.

But, as usual, we no longer remember whatever promises we made to keep from spending.

It was fun too. After two rounds within one hour, we decided to kill time by listening to old tunes we knew by heart.

He also had a copy of all my favorite dance hits, those songs he knew I could not resist dancing along with.

I knew we both had so much fun, so AS USUAL, no regrets.

Hannah Montana is a witness

Last Friday, I was supposed to blog about how I have to keep my libido at zero until the 24th of September, because me and my boyfriend have to save for the downpayment for the room he is going to rent.

Yes, finally, we decided to get a room where I could sleepover (sometimes) because some hotels are already getting too rich because of couples like us.

BUT. Here came Sunday. The plan was to attend mass and watch DVD in the living area of our boarding house.

Since he had forewarned me not to seduce him that will eventually lead to us checking in AGAIN, I wore the most matronly get-up I could find in my closet.

And, I encourage him to masturbate the night before.

STILL, we just can't contain ourselves.

On our way to the hotel, I think we were both torn. We were both very quiet, perhaps thinking, "Is this what we really should be doing?"

But later, it turned out to be (as he said it) the most fun sack session we ever had. I asked him why, and he said, "because this is the first time you haven't slept on me."

Three hours later, his face smelled like my V, the dresser was soaked (yes, including underneath the glass), my V was aching, his legs were shaking, and the bedcover was smeared with chocolate.

During foreplay, I was afraid I would run out of liquid again because he has been down there for like 20mins without showing any sign of stopping anytime soon. He kept on saying something like "You're very delicious," and that my liquid flowed down his arms. Just thinking about it makes me wet again I must be an addict already.

That night, when he got home, he texted me, "My entire body is aching -- a sure sign we had great sex."

Oh and by the way, we were watching Hannah Montana the entire time we were making out.

Smokin'

Last week, I, my boyfriend, and some of our friends went on an outing.

Everyone was having pure clean fun when one of our friends lighted a cigar, and offered me one.

Since my boyfriend was busy with the videoke, naturally, I took it. But since I don't know how to use the goddamn lighter, my friend took the initiative to light the cigar for me.

He then saw what I was doing, snatched the yet-to-be-savored cigarette, and threw it away.

I said, "why did you do that?"

He said, "do you want me to f*** you right here?"

Never knew the sight of me smoking a cigar could turn him on so quickly.

So I made a deal with him. If he let me consume one stick without complaining, I'll give him some serious head for like 20mins.

Naturally, he said yes.

See? Some rules are bendable if you know how to work your way through it.

I have not yet kept my side of the deal, though.

Sex Guru

Yes, whether I like it or not, my friends are seeking my advice on how they can improve their sex lives.

What the?! I am also a beginner in this field so what do I do?

Well, I start by sharing them some useful materials which me and my boyfriend used to read/watch.

Plus, I share whatever information I get from the forums that I have tried and that I enjoyed.

Oh well, I am a frustrated sex guru after all.

Deep in thought

I am currently undergoing self-assessment, which is something I often do when things don't turn out the way I want them to.

I've been thinking that maybe our relationship is not at its peak right now, mainly because S plays a major part in it.

I think it is so wrong that every time we argue with one another, we no longer have long talks. Sex always solves our disagreements.

Plus, another realization just hit me: if we go on spending our money on checking in once a week, how will we be able to save up for our future?

I need answers. I need the willpower to be able to apply these answers. But I can do this. I know I eventually will.

What a bag of M&M's means

Sometimes everything becomes more exciting when I am challenged, and I know that a prize is at stake should I win the bet.

The prize? A big bag of M&M's chocolate-coated peanut candies.
The challenge? To exceed performance in bed.
The result? I won, hands down!
The secret? Unparalleled energy which I only usually experience after some serious exercise, waking him up with a serious blowjob, and staying on top the whole time.

To my boyfriend

I love you. No, wait, let me strike that one out.

I love everything about you. Yep, even your stubbornness, your childish attitude, your choosing DoTA over me (kidding!).

I bet now you know that I adore you. Though I am always saying that I can live without you, my life would never be the same without you in it.

You're a gem. If ever I replace you with someone else, I know I would be the stupidest person on Earth if ever I do just that.

Happy 39th monthsarry. I am not keeping track. All I know is that I have you today, and hopefully, for another day.

You make me happy. But a lot of things and other people also make me happy. The difference is that, just the thought of having you in my life is enough to make my heart happy.

I am not begging you to stay forever. Just that I hope you realize all my efforts for you never to want to leave me - ever.

You're my fantasy AND reality.

When everything is falling into place

"I am so high, I can hear heaven"
-Hero, Chad Kroeger

Where I am right now is no longer cloud 9. This is what I call enjoying life to the fullest. And when success and happiness are present, I find myself having even greater vigor to please my special someone.

This time it was him who gave up, who passed out on me. For the first time. I've never seen him so exhausted.

Now my entire body is aching. But if something that brought you pain also brought you bliss, you would not think of the consequences too much, right?

IMHO

I remember reading from a forum not so long ago how virginity should not be given too much importance. Because, or so they say, it is just a piece of skin.

I beg to disagree. Virginity does not only pertain to the obvious aspect - the physical - I think it goes deeper than that. It is not the proof that a woman has never had a man entered her, but rather, her innocence, purity, chastity - all of mind, not of body, spell virginity. So, for me, the moment someone reads/sees/hears something that will eventually lead him/her to think of malicious things, his/her virginity is already lost.

For what it's worth, I don't believe in virginity at all. The fact that we are born out of sex (no matter how you may want to call it) shows how important sex is to life. We are designed to do it. Which is why I don't understand those who choose to contradict our very nature.

Don't get me wrong, I am a devout catholic. However, I choose to believe that sex is not something that has to wait for marriage. It is merely for men's gratification to have wed a virgin. But I am not going to go to such lengths just to rub a man's ego.

I also believe that one has to perfect the art of lovemaking in the same way people try to master their craft. Not for any other reason but that it should be fun and not gruesome. Not an ordeal, but a pasttime shared by two people in love. Only in this field are there no norms, no rules, only new techniques to be discovered.

I have also read of a man's comment saying he doesn't want a virgin, because a virgin tends to be clingy and possessive, and almost always uses the line "I gave you my all and this is what you repay me." I hate such girls. A woman cannot be pushed to have sex with someone if she doesn't want it in the first place, so why make a man feel that it was his fault she gave him her "all"?

And just recently, a close friend of mine is having trouble with his uberly insecure girlfriend. She was everything I hate in a woman, and everything that I am trying not to be. Nagger, chatterbox, selfish, always take never give type of girl. Oh come on! She is putting to shame the entire woman race. If I could only talk to her, I would tell her to chill out and start thinking of her boyfriend as a person, a man at that, and not as a slave or a property.

Then I've also read in a note in facebook entitled "He's just not that into you" advising a girl how to make a man fall for her (or something like that because it was too loooooooooong and sounded too demanding). Oh come on!! Can we not do better than that? If he doesn't like you, deal with it. Move on! Don't force him to like you!

I still believe in that thought that if you really are meant for each other, the whole world will connive for you to stay together. But if everything is pointing in the other direction, it is not that you lack in effort. Take the clue, leave him. Life is just too short working on the wrong man to be the right man for you.

The note further describes the perfect time to call, to make him miss you, to evade breakup sex, etc. Oh come on (for the nth time)! I don't see the sense in following these stupid dating tips. Everyone has an idea of what to do, and if he/she believes in his/her idea, he/she will make sure it works. So why listen to someone else's idea?

Long time no S.........ee

It's been a while. Not because I have no story to tell, but because I've been busy with other, more important things.

Yes, my life does not just revolve around that S word, and our relationship does not either.

Once in a while, it is good to travel, to enjoy new sights, to experience new things, and so we went to a vacation. I am not going to say where, only that we had a great time and the place seemed magical only because we went there together.

Sex was good, too, except we hated the squeaking bed which will eventually break down due to extreme pressure and movement. Whoever thought of putting unsteady wooden bed in a place that is supposed to be a good place to spend honeymoon?!

I just thought that it is so amazing that when we are together, we no longer care about anything else (except contraception). I mean we were extremely tired at the end of the day after all the activities, but still, we have the energy to do it. And I found that it is a good way of burning off the calories I had for dinner. Sex is still the best form of exercise anyone could ever have.

I was thinking these past few days, the bed is still the best place to do it. Yes, we may try to do it in all the weirdest places, but it is in the bed that you do it passionately, while reminding each other how much you love him/her, then dream of your future together.

I don't know if this is healthy, relating love to lust. Yes we could live without the latter, but we think it is actually making our relationship healthier, better. So we call it, the icing on the cake. After all, making love, is making love.

Just another thought, no boyfriend-girlfriend could actually sleep in the same room without doing anything that is out of the usual. Here I thought, if they are to spend the night together, the possibilities are endless.

If night is lovers' bestfriend, their fairy godmothers would be the bed and privacy.

Something is surely bound to happen. If lovers are used to kissing just on the face, then they will be tempted to try kissing the neck. In our case, I was very tempted to remove my clothes the first night we spent together. I mean I was overly insecure of my body that time, and I just did not care. As if I was a different person that night. Oh well, those were the times. Good to know I can still remember everything in detail.

Till here.

I was watching MJ on TV...

...when he snuck behind my back and started stealing my attention!!! You little rascal.

And when I was more interested in him and what he was doing to me than the tribute to Michael Jackson, he said, "Hey, just keep your eyes on the television!" Sick, sadistic bastard.

If you were in my situation (him trailing kisses down your back hmmmmmmmm until he reached that area between your legs, then entering you from behind ahhhhhhhhh) would you even care the tiniest bit for Goddamned MJ?

I thought so too.

The way to my heart...

...is not through my stomach, but through touch.

I realize this everytime someone touches me in a delicate, affectionate way.

Even if it is just for a second, knowing that the touch came from someone who cares for me deeply, all my worries and aches will soon disappear.

My boyfriend is a gifted healer. Just one touch by him and my mind is suddenly filled with pictures of serenity, happiness, and carefree atmosphere.

He is also my favorite masseur.

But...

...sometimes he uses this knowledge to his own advantage.

I book him for a massage and he collects his "payment" first before finally giving me that highly orgasmic massage I just oh so love.

Good thing we both benefit from it, so we don't get mad about not getting what we want - I -massage, he - sex.

My entry got published in FHM

ACT I Making the decision

Scene 1 (Thursday, at the Mall of Asia)

He: "Should I buy this?"
She: "You decide."
He: "Nah, past issues are already piling up in my cabinet."
She: "OK."

Scene 2 (Saturday, thru a phone call)

He: "Do you want something to read, like that one with 100 women in it?"
She: "What do I need that for?"
He: "So that you have something to do."
She: "I'm already glued to the TV."
He: "OK."

Scene 3 (Sunday)

He: "You still don't want that magazine with 100?"
She: "Just buy it already! I think you're just looking for a reason to buy it."


ACT II The surprise

Scene 1

He: "Why don't you put down that magazine first? Do you want to listen to The Corrs while we are having lunch?"
She: "Sure!"

Scene 2 (with The Corrs in the background...)

She reading the magazine. He tries to talk to him but couldn't quite get through her because she was engrossed with the magazine. So with his back to her, he read the supplemental magazine bearing the 100 sexiest women of 2009.

He: "Is it true Megan Fox used to be a 'he'? I doubt it."
She: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

He jumped at his seat.

She: "My entry got published!!!!!"
He: "Oww? You gotta be kidding me!"
She: "I'm not! I was reading the section for ladies confessions and I said, this story hits close to home, and then I remember that entry I sent last April. It has been edited alright, but it's definitely my entry! Just when I had given up on ever reading my entry in FHM, here comes a surprise!"

He grabbed the magazine and read the page, smiling to himself, and continuously poring over the portion for the next 10minutes.

--THE END--

Just like the first time

It is true that you will never forget your first kiss, and of course, your first night.

However, there is that one kiss, that one sexual act that takes you back in time and brings you to the first time you have experienced love and heaven being in the same place as you two are.

Just like last night. My body was with him, my heart was where it always has been (albeit swelling with happiness and pure bliss), but my mind, well, it took me back in time where we had only a vague idea of what making love means, and there was only him, and me, and the night that we are about to share. What we have that very first night, was each other, and our bodies to surrender to one another.

First night is often associated with devirginizing, but it wasn't true in our case. It was only submitting to the wonder and curiosity of how each other would look without clothes on. Of admiring God's work, and giving in to nature.

I loved how last night went. While we were used to having wild sex these past few months, it was still possible to have comfortably sweet sex.

Confessions of a Sexaholic

It has been a long time. So what's up with me and my sex life? Well, last last week we had an encounter, only I could not quite remember what happened then. All I could remember was, I had fallen short in my attempt for initiating ambush sex. How could I when he is a very light sleeper and with my every move, he is instantly awake.

Another issue I have with regards to ambush sex, which he is oh so very good at, is that a woman could find it harder to do the first move because (maybe I am just speaking for myself, but) I have to get wet first before I plunge myself into him. Hmmmm maybe buying a lube is an option. I might as well do this, but I'm still waiting for motivation to do this.

Then there was last night, which is an entirely different story. I could only say that I am loving his juice the more I get to taste it. He's just the sweetest thing, his juice included. Moreover, I don't know where the enthusiasm is coming from, but whereas previously I only give him the head once every other sexcapade, I can say that no encounter is complete without it. Plus, I just love seeing him so happy and so helpless at the same time. Then comes the aftermath, which often manifests in the form of multiple texts daily to remind me of just how much he loves me.

I just oh so love him and I only wish we could stay together in one place soon. Married or not I always need him beside me. Please answer my prayer, God.

Information overload

Have you ever realized that knowing too much might actually lead you to trying even the wildest things you never thought you are capable of doing? Whoever said that knowledge is power probably never foresaw the effects of information overload to me and my boyfriend.

Earlier this week, I told my boyfriend that I have learned that pineapple could make sperm sweet to the taste. Maybe, if that is the case, I would just do the thing that I have never tried before, to choose "swallow" over "spit."

Here came Tuesday and he was proud to say that he ate nothing but pineapple, and drank nothing but pineapple juice.

That night, I laid down three rules:
1. Once I gave him the head, he would not allow me to escape;
2. He should try as much as he can to come soon; and
3. He is not to announce that he is coming.

So after a few minutes of sucking his (brains out?), out came the juice. Yum! It actually tasted good. Just like my favorite flavor of yoghurt.

After that, we (as usual) discussed how it went. I asked him how it felt, and he said "it was awesome!!!" He also admitted that he was worried that I might not like the taste, and was afraid to see me puking.

But the effects of information overload did not end there. He had another issue. He want to see me "squirt."

Of course we have been trying since the day he won the argument that even girls can spurt, but with no success. He was bugging me ever since, and an too familiar line I hear from him each time we are making love is "it's ok to pee, if you feel like peeing, it's not pee at all."

So I consulted from a forum how come I wasn't able to give him what he asks of me, and now I know that not all women are able to do it.

I sulked over that matter for like a split second, but hey, whatever it is, it is just not me, and my boyfriend still loves me either way (confirmed it from him).

Now this just gave us another reason to laugh at our crazy, silly experiments.

Give and you shall take

To seize every opportunity is the most dominant mantra I have of how I should live my life. This is the reason why I never pass on the chance to do anything, be it to make me happy, to make my boyfriend happy, or to add that nth layer of sugar coating to our relationship.

That is, also, the reason why within 7 days after my menstruation, me and my boyfriend just couldn't let the chance to make love pass. After that time frame expires, my boyfriend just has to release his juice somewhere else.

The only problem is, during that time frame, I don't allow his face anywhere near my V - something that really annoys him. I think what annoys him is not because I don't want him to smell that stinking blood, albeit there are only one or two drops that come out for a period of 8 hours, but because he couldn't please me and watch me as I revive that exorcism scene from the movie, The Exorcist.

But last Friday, we discovered that it doesn't have to be that he has to "eat" my V before he can see me having an O. He can stimulate my C with his fingers, while his mouth is busy sucking on my breast and still give me that most amazing feeling only some women are lucky to experience.

But still, he said he wasn't "satisfied" because he had not tasted my V that night. He's always hungry, it seems. Am I not feeding him enough? And when he is hungry, I become hungry too, so we just have to indulge in as much "food" as we want.

So Monday evening, we resumed our "session." He was happy again. But we were not able to have morning sex, which I realize only too late, is very important to help me get through the day (and the succeeding days without sex).

My, my we just can't get enough of each other. Hope we never do, for like, forever.

Connivance and conspiracy

Isn't sex better when it involves connivance and conspiracy? This was something I learned after me and boyfriend came up with the perfect alibi just to break free from his group of friends who are planning on extending our outing.

It was supposed to be a day to enjoy quality time with my boyfriend and some of his friends, soak up under the sun, and eat grilled foods, but even before we have reached the terminal, I was already feeling H.

Of course, what could my poor boyfriend do but to submit to my command? Good thing we brought my ATM card, and found a nice place to take a swim into a pool filled with hot spring water, and cool down (or maybe heat things up?) in a room later on.

Surprise, surprise! We did not complain of the room for its lack of a television set because we were just too happy to see that the room has a nice, big, comfy sofa. One glance at it and already I have formulated on my mind nasty things and positions to try on that sofa. Sorry, we just couldn't pass on the chance to make the most out of everything we see, and add it to our ever increasing list of sexcapades that we only used to fantasize before.

Even before one of the service crew could bring over a fresh set of blankets and towels, we were naked and trying out the sofa. The best thing about it is you can use the seat, the back rest, and the arm rest to try different positions during foreplay and the main event.

As I said, I may not be an acrobat, but my mind is just full of lustful ideas that it would be such a waste to simply throw them away.

Do I need to describe the positions we tried that night? Hmmmm. Let your imagine run wild instead, and try them yourself.

A love story

It was 12 midnight, but neither one of them were thinking about sleeping.

The moment they stepped into the room, they were both in unparalleled fervor. Both wanted to please each other, not quite knowing where to start. Suddenly, there was nothing more important for both of them than to prove how much they love each other.

It took all of her restraint to pull away from his tight embrace, hungry kisses, and intense gaze just so that she could go to the bathroom and put on her newly purchased red bikini.

When she heard scuffling from outside, she said, only mildly angry, "Did I tell you to get up from the bed?"

She was beside him in what seemed to be a split second and started kissing him full on the lips, searching until finding what she was looking for - that wild in its most passionate sense side of him.

From his lips, she headed down south and gave him what his fantasies have always been made of.

"Do you think I will let you stop?" he murmured while trying to catch his breath. But, she would never make this too easy for him.

"No, I don't want this anymore," she teased him, with eyes playfully fluttering. Naturally, he pulled her back to where he wants her - at the heart of his pleasure.

She was helping herself to as much as she wants with his manhood when he pushed her so her head was at the edge of the bed. He was standing at the foot of the bed and slowly lowered his manhood to her mouth. She was still seizing the moment when he bent his body so he could reach her womanhood with his mouth. The air was then heavy with excitement and anticipation.

For some time, she could not do what she was supposed to be doing. She could not concentrate. All she could manage to do was express her passion by biting, sucking, and licking his inner legs.

When she finally found herself, it was again her turn to please him.

Then it was his turn to tease her. "Let's stop this, it's only you who's enjoying," with that lopsided smile she had always loved seeing on his face. All she could think of was "It is just about time."

But instead of positioning himself on top of her, she was caught by surprise when he asked her to stand up. She obliged willingly, even though unsure of what was in store for her.

He carried her off to the table where he made passionate love to her - not for the first time - albeit letting her experience fresh sensations, worshipping her body, screwing her problems, and turning her whole world upside down in the most seductive and titillating way.

***You hold my heart, dear***

Fucking mother of jesus

I am soooo fucked up because someone is screwing with me. Fuck employees who do not perform their duties. Those who are soooo stupid and so lazy they only come to work to wait for their paychecks. Fuck those pieces of shit that do not know ANYTHING and somehow they could put the blame back on you. Come on, fuck me some more.

Define S-E-X-Y

What makes a woman sexy? At first I thought sexy means 36-24-36, something that I could never have achieved even in my wildest dreams. You see, I'm currently a 36-thirty-36, and it is really a struggle for me to at least look and feel sexy for my boyfriend.

You probably do not know how lingerie helps a lot. It is one caprice I cannot NOT spend on. Consider it one of life's greatest pleasures.

However, there are some new things that I found could also make a woman sexy.

Heels (that are to die for) alone could make things more exciting in the bed. Wear that along with sexy bikini even if you're very far from a beach or a pool and you could bring out any man's fantasies to life. Trust me, he'll love you more for it.

You see, he was supposed to surprise me, but he was the one who got surprised.

Last Tuesday evening, he texted me to proceed to our favorite place, and gave me the room number. I was able to get past the reception and headed for the elevators. I knew that he would leave the door unlocked.

When I opened the door, he was shocked, and he was still busy preparing the room. I sniffed and smelled my favorite floral air freshener.

He warned me not to do anything (like tempt or seduce him for instance) before he can take a bath. However, knowing his feeble struggle and how I could win him over with just the slightest moves, I let a part of the bikini I was wearing underneath "accidentally" peek.

H e was beside me in the bed in an instant. Hahaha. But I asked him to go to the bathroom first. He was stubborn and was not hearing any of it at first, but he finally gave in when I refuse to let him grapple me. Once he was inside and the bathroom door was closed, I took off everything except the bikini and I slipped on my new silver sandals.

Everything happened simultaneously. He flew to the bed, I tried to wrestle him without success, and he made love to me right then and there.

What an experience. In just a short span of 12 hours, we have had 3 rounds and 2 Os for me.

Yet another adventure

It was around 2 in the morning when we finally made it home after attending a really boring event. Boring because we have to stay away from one another for like 5 hours. Just imagine how much torture we are in.

Well, we have no money to go to our favorite place and my boyfriend just could not let my miniskirt go without experiencing it. Experiencing it does not only mean groping from under the table. That is just not enough for him huh.

So the moment we arrived home, and after checking that no one else is still awake, I told him I was going to the bathroom where I washed and removed my undies.

I threw him that knowing look the moment I stepped out the bathroom, and he wasn't doing so bad himself, too, having managed to remove his belt and hide it from my view.

There in the monobloc chair, he headed down south while I get a great view of his face while he is pleasing me.

Round 1 was finished, and he was begging for another one. Fortunately, I discouraged it or we might have been caught, since when I went upstairs, two of my boardmates were already up and around.

Phew! It was fun, and it happened maybe because I mentioned to him that I have had nothing to blog for nearly a week because no new adventures came our way.

Thanks baby!

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Swords and shadows

The idea of getting down and dirty for a man used to be a big No-No for me. But that was before my baby came into my life.

Now, sex is all about getting down and dirty for him. His expression, his words of passion, and the heightened love he shows me after that is comparable to nothing on Earth.

I love it especially if I am kneeling and looking up at him, and I love watching our shadows on the wall while I am pleasing him. That surge of erotic emotions you feel everytime you see that position on magazines or x-rated films would be no match for what you both would be feeling once you've tried it. It's not a way of showing him how submissive and selfless you can get, it's showing him how much I'm longing for him, how much he is loved.

But there is one other position that have crossed my mind some few months back that we both loved when I tried it on him. See, I was lying on my back, with my head hanging on the edge of the bed. Like what you see magicians do before they insert swords into their mouths, down their throats, and eventually to their esophagi.

He was standing just by the side of the bed, with his member just the proper height from the ground so we were both comfortable. Well, while we were doing it, he asked me while catching his breath, upto where his member has reached because all of it has actually fit into my throat. Hihihi ;)) naughty naughty

Oh God, I'm hopelessly addicted to him.

The Benefits of PMS

Well, I started enumerating the advantages of PMS that I have noticed, since, well, since we started doing it.

For one, I am having this great surge of confidence that I could only attribute to having a man telling me endlessly how great I look with or without clothes on.

I always feel loved, and it is nice to know that someone can't help himself from ogling ang groping whenever he's with me.

My heart beats triple-time everytime I see his naked body, so that's exercise for my heart!

The boils that used to build home in my butt no longer appear! Thank God for that.

Because I know that someone is and will be looking at my naked body, I also started to take good care of it.

Before we started doing it, normal bowel for me was once every three days, but now, I actually am able to do it at least once a day.

I am experiencing great happiness everytime I think about our sexcapades and adventures.

Peeing has never been as satisfying as doing it after you have made blissful love.

We tend to extend our creative and imagination just so we never have to get bored by repeating same positions over and over again.

Most of all, it has made us inseparable and has utterly deepened our relationship.

We have a new theme song!

After that night, one song keeps on playing in my head over and over again.

Please Forgive Me by Bryan Adams

It still feels like our first night together
Feels like the first kiss and
It's gettin' better baby
No one can better this
I'm still hold on and you're still the one
The first time our eyes met it's the same feelin' I get
Only feels much stronger and I wanna love ya longer
You still turn the fire on

So If you're feelin' lonely.. don't
You're the only one I'd ever want
I only wanna make it good
So if I love ya a little more than I should

Please forgive me I know not what I do
Please forgive me I can't stop lovin' you
Don't deny me
This pain I'm going through
Please forgive me
If I need ya like I do
Please believe me Every word I say is true
Please forgive me I can't stop loving you

Still feels like our best times are together
Feels like the first touch
We're still gettin' closer baby
Can't get close enough
I'm still holdin' on
You're still number one
I remember the smell of your skin
I remember everything
I remember all your moves
I remember you
I remember the nights ya know I still do

One thing I'm sure of
Is the way we make love
And the one thing I depend on
Is for us to stay strong
With every word and every breath I'm prayin'
That's why I'm sayin'...

Things are getting better

I don't know what to blame - the overly hot temperature, the sudden crave for loose and skimpy outfits, or just plain L.

But see, we don't really have a place of our own, so we have to go to our favorite hotel each time we can feel our sexual urge taking the better of us. Doesn't matter if it burns our (or rather, his') pockets after, because we definitely make each stay worth every penny.

The downside of this is of course, my roommates know everytime we do it, so I still have to face their eager queries and taunts when I go home the following morning. Either way, the hickeys on my neck give it away.

So I wasn't home Thursday night, and on Saturday, I went home at 3 o'clock in the morning.

The first because it was our weekly ritual, and I just can't help myself from wanting to please him, braces and all. As for the second, what might have been a night to eat sumptuous dinner together turned out to be a night of giving in to temptations.

It might have been the white shorts I was wearing, or my blouse that reveals more than two-thirds of each of my boob. Or because I broke off easily when we tried to have sex in our boarding house's living room when he couldn't get his stuff inside me.

He said he hated me for it, and would want to leave right then and there, but instead, we went to that place we always call "house of sin."

We got a really spacious room. It had two beds, one queen sized and the other, a single bed. Of course we took the latter. The smaller the bed, the more we have to squeeze our bodies tightly together.

The moment we were inside, I pulled him to a tight embrace, while he was begging for me to let him go to the bathroom first. I let him, but not after I have kissed him on the lips until I think that I have finally got enough of him to last for a few seconds.

We had sex in front of the dresser. It was fun, seeing my facial expression while he was thrusting from behind, rocking my body back and forth, making my hair flow seductively and making my boobs dance in sync with our movement.

The first round is usually the most exciting, what with all the time you have spent apart and finally getting the chance to hit on each other again. But unfortunately, it usually ends too soon. But that doesn't matter, since all the time we have to wait for the next round, he would have time to please me. Oh how I love this part!

Mellow music was playing in the background, and together with my moans and the sound of him licking, sucking, biting, and his mmmmmmm's are my idea of heaven.

This time, he managed to make me reach O three consecutive times, something I never thought possible.

I was worried that he would be tired after doing it, and if pleasing me creates the feeling of deprivation and oppresion on his side, but according to him, seeing me like that, helpless and moaning in total satisfaction, also pleases him.

Oh, I so love my boyfriend. More so because he is good in bed, and no one else knows that but me!

Naughty but nice

Are you a fan of PDA's? (Public Display of Affection)... only recently, yes
Have you ever been caught making out?... we're not really keeping it discreet anymore
How many "bases" have you been to?... what does that mean?
Have you had sex on the 1st date?... nope
How many different people have you had sex with?... 1
Have you ever had a three-some?... nope
Do you kiss and tell?... only to very close friends
Lights on or off?... ON!!! what's there to hide?
Have you ever tried 69?... sure!
Do you have hair down there?... sometimes
What about your mate?... sometimes
What's your favorite position?... anything we have never tried before
When did you lose your virginity?... some two years ago, can't remember exact date
Have you ever given road head?... what's that supposed to mean?
Have you ever had sex in your parents bed?... love it!
Did you ever have anal sex?... no, he doesn't want it.
Whats better pleasing,or being pleased?... both
Are you a screamer, moaner,or silent?... moaner
Have you ever had sex at school?... nah
Whats better a tongue,or a finger?... tongue AND finger
Have you ever gotten the shocker?... what's that?
Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?... a couple of times
Have you ever kissed you best friend's boyfriend?... nope
Would u ever be a porn star?... nope
Do u think about sex all the time?... hard to admit but yes
Would you ever have a friend with benefits?... depends on the situation I am in
How long was your last relationship?... huh?
When was the last time you played with yourself?... never
Would you wax off all your body hair for 100 dollars?... sure!
Do you own any sex toys?... no
Have you ever watched porn?... yes
Are you singe/taken/engaged/in-between/swinger?... I don't think so
Have you ever done anything anything naughty with a webcam?... no
What is your fave part of a guy/girl?... chest
Had sex or been felt up?... huh?
Have you ever stripped for someone?... only my bf
Do you know what the mile high club is?... no
Ever done anything weird with your tongue?... hmmm, I have to get back to you on this one
How many licks does it take too get to the center of a tootsie pop?... plenty I think
What was the kinkiest thing you ever did for someone?... nothing
Would you pose naked for art purposes?... again, no
Would you date someone out of your religion?... depends
What's the sexiest thing a guy/girl did too you?... ogle at my breasts in public
What do u do when your super bored?... twirl my hair around my finger
Is Barbie really a slut?... I think yes
Who is hotter The Rock or Orlando Bloom?... The ROck!
What is sexier, six pack or biceps?... Six pack
Do you ever go commando?... what's that?
Have you ever sent naked pics of yours to a boyfriend/lover?... now that's a good idea!
Have you and your significant other ever made a sex tape?... yes but we deleted it right away

No promises

During a bus ride to one of our adventures last holy week, the radio played the song "No promises" by Shayne Ward.

My boyfriend told me that it was one of his favorite songs that he would love to sing to me.

When I asked him why, he said it is because of the line

"Every time you kneel I feel like I'm in heaven, feeling high"

However, after finding a copy of the lyrics of said song, there was no such line mentioned. Hmmm.. I think my boyfriend is taking everything as green as it can possibly get.

No Promises lyrics
Hey baby, when we are together, doing things that we love.
Every time you're near I feel like I’m in heaven, feeling high
I don’t want to let go, girl.
I just need you to know girl.
I don’t wanna run away, baby you’re the one I need tonight,
No promises.
Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms
Here tonight
Hey baby, when we are together, doing things that we love.
Everytime you're near I feel like I’m in heaven, feeling high
I don’t want to let go, girl.
I just need you you to know girl.
I don’t wanna run away, baby you’re the one I need tonight,
No promises.
Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms
I don’t want to run away, I want to stay forever, thru Time and Time..
No promises
I don’t wanna run away, I don’t wanna be alone
No Promises
Baby, now I need to hold you tight, now and forever my love
No promises
I don’t wanna run away, baby you’re the one I need tonight,
No promises.
Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms
I don’t wanna run away, baby you’re the one I need tonight,
No promises.
Baby, now I need to hold you tight, I just wanna die in your arms
Here tonight.

Holy week adventure

Last week was holy week but that did not stop us from doing what we love - and what we are now used to - doing. Holy shit!

What was worse than that was the fact that I am supposed to stop doing it since I have already confessed.

Worst, we did in it strange places and awkward circumstances because we couldn't have our place for ourselves.

But boy, was it fun! And exciting, and impressive, and unforgettable, and the fear of getting caught only furthers the thrill.

The first of the trilogy started last Good Friday. My mother went outside for the Via Crucis. It was just me, my sister, and my boyfriend who slept in our mezzanine, which has no division between me and my sister's room.

So naturally, we have to do the deed with careful movements so as not to distract my sister and wreak havoc.

My boyfriend ate meat that day. Yah, it was me.

On Black Saturday, me and boyfriend had crazy good sex underwater, in a beach filled with many people, including his friends watching us knowingly, what with me on a float, and my legs wrapped around my boyfriend's waist.

The closing act happened on Easter Sunday, when we had only 5 minutes to do the deed, take a bath and go to the market within 30 minutes or my mother would become suspicious. We did it.

I never realized how determination could make difficult things so much easier. Plus, right after that Black Saturday incident, my boyfriend got stung by a sea urchin. But he said, it was all worth it, and he was willing to be stung a hundred times over if it means we can do it again, each time battling with a sea urchin.

My meteor

Before you, my life was like a moonless night.
Very dark, but there were stars -- points of light and
reason......
And then you shot across my sky like a meteor.
Suddenly everything was on fire; there's brilliancy, there's beauty.
My eyes were blinded by the light.
I couldn't see the stars anymore.
And there is no more reason for anything.. rather than you.

Before you, my life was like poop,
Very dark, chocolatey - not light, for no reason at all
And then I got a taste of you
Suddenly, I'm in heat; there's passion, there's intimacy.
My eyes are often either closed or they roll upward until the pupils and irises disappear.
I couldn't see anything anymore, except heaven and you - my personal angel.
And there is nothing more I could have asked for.

Sunday (Monday?) mornings

Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in

I remember those days when I had Mondays off, and my boyfriend skips work so we could grab a good movie, food for the whole day, one liter of juice, and mostly snuggle from the moment my mom steps out of the house until she comes back sometime after dusk.

We had the house to ourselves, the bathroom especially, and we don't have a care for the world then.

My mom never suspected us, because what she knows is that my boyfriend has work every Mondays and when she arrives, the house is clean, the garden watered, and food is ready for dinner.

The rain was our friend then. Oh how the rain muffles my screams, and the sound of x-rated shows we used to really love to watch.

During those days, our dreams were built, and we had plenty of time to talk about our future. Even for a few hours, we forgot about our problems. Except the worry that we can actually get caught.

What I really miss was the fact that I was able to cook for him then. What he misses most, I think, was the fact that he get to see me in loose, comfy house clothes. Something that could not get in the way of him touching every part of me, and that which he could easily take off.

We did it!

Finally, I have made him happy. Or better yet, SATISFIED. It has been an issue to us ever since the day he learned about that big O word, and that even women can E.

It is not because of his lack of trying. The problem is actually with me, I have never been relaxed when I am around him in a very intimate setting, and always I am worrying about something. And more often than not, I just want it to end, so I could go to sleep. See, for some time, we are used to following a step-by-step process when doing it. Also, I don't want him to stay there for a long time because I don't want to see him get tired or anything.

But now that we have stopped for some time and just miss each other in bed, we are more imaginative and creative than ever. Which I think, is the reason why I have difficulty pushing thoughts of what we just did out of my mind and also the reason why I am always looking forward to our next encounter.

Now I love him more than ever, if that is possible at all. I don't ever want to think of him doing that to anybody else. That makes me one selfish bitch. I want him alright, I want him so much! I don't care if that makes me possessive, but I think that is where I am headed at.

So how did he do it? I don't know exactly, but there are certain things I remember. I was clutching most of his hair all the time, never wanting him to give up too soon, I had difficulty keeping up with my breathing, I was shouting ( I don't think it was anything near moaning) until I just wanted him to stop. He did not, and that is where it happened.

Our next mission would be to make it actually come out with such force. We're not in a hurry anyway.

Figure me out

Nickelback's Figured You Out rocked my world.

It tells about a man who I think, loves abusing his girlfriend, with strong evidence in the lyrics that the girl is quite amenable to their situation.

However, eventually, the man grew tired of that girl.

Except for the last part, I would like my guy to be like him. I would like him to take advantage of me. But that would not probably happen in real life, since he is just too much of a gentleman.

He say, and I quote, I don't want to feel like I'm aggravating anyone.

So that's it!

Oh and by the way, he asked me why I don't give details of how we do it, here.

I am telling you now. I DON'T WANT THIS TO BE A VERBAL PORN SITE (if such a thing even exists).

I just want to write my thoughts and feelings toward this ultimately sweet but absolutely forbidden thing called pre-marital sex.

Before, During, and After

Making love is not just about doing it. It is more of establishing a deep connection, sealing the deal, and just merely appreciating what the other has to offer. For me, the before and after are just equally important as the during. What the before does is, as in any form of exercise, it warms up your tense muscles, and relax the atmosphere, set the mood, and assure one another of how you feel. The during is, well, the time to take advantage of your partner. And time to show what you've got. And simply enjoying love in its truest form. And simply giving in to nature, to the very foundation of humanity. The after is, like wrapping a beautiful gift; keeping the suspense, the surprise, for the next adventure. It is like the finishing touches to a masterpiece.

Impatient

So now he knows I am keeping this blog. How he found out? Well, he suggested I blog about what we did last Sunday. I said I did it already, only on a different blog, since everyone knows my other blog.

Okay so I did not really blog about what happened Sunday, but at least I mentioned here how I want him sexually.

I am not giving out details but let me just remind him that we had great time exploring each other's body and showing how much we've missed each other.

Unlike before, what happened last Sunday was beyond the ordinary things we usually do. For one, I was really energetic and I gave in to his every demand. He had a lot of new stuff to try. He also gladly came along with my ideas.

This one was a first. Maybe because prior to Sunday, we have agreed never to do it again, because I have already confessed, and it is the lenten season anyway.

So they say, what is forbidden is very, very delicious. And exciting. And impressive.

In love

I am so in love with him. No one knows this but me. Not because he's sweet, always amazes me, is really unique and has admirable characteristics, but because he still remains a fascination to me, after all the years that we have been together.

He always tries something new. We love to experiment. He says new things everyday, and most of them I still remember. Just the memory of his words sends an electric shock throughout my body.

I think he sees me the way I see him - a wonder, a miracle - undiscovered.

It doesn't help that he reads black books that teach him how to make a woman happy. Nah, I'm just glad I'm his one and only subject.

It doesn't matter. Just to see him try is enough for me. But for him to succeed? I loved him even more.

Show me heaven

I'm not denying

I'm frightened as much as you

Though I'm barely touching you

I've shivers down my spine, and it feels divine

Subtle, discreet, double meaning lyrics never fail to make me smile inwardly. Couple that with unforgettable melody, and the song would not leave my mind for quite some time. It is as if another soul is voicing out my deepest desires, and it is nice to know that I am not alone in thinking things I should really not be thinking about.

Anonymous

The Internet has allowed me to do a lot of things. But unfortunately, it has also allowed other people to know me deeper. Which is why I cannot write about things that are beyond the traditional and norms of people around me. I hate to be judged, but this is my only outlet. So I am going anonymous.