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.