“And now,
following many conversations,
you’re vastly
awake and holding your fingers between your legs
and wanting to feel again the spark you lost
so long ago.
You throb, so hot, needing, wanting, the
desire is there
but your fingers
are just not enough.”
- The
Bride Stripped Bare
And so here I am…
On a bed… In a motel room… Shoulder to shoulder with a guy.
And there’s silence. Awkward silence.
Who’s making the first move?!
Ako
na lang kaya?
But what do I do?
Shall I turn to face him and kiss him
hard on the lips?
Ay
teka! I remembered our stupid rule. No
kissing.
Actually, it was his stupid rule.
I happen to love kissing, but it’s one
of those things we’ve both agreed to not do.
He wanted to try anal sex.
But that’s a special hole that I’m
saving.
He won’t kiss me and yet he wanted to
have my ass? Ano ako hilo?
Like I’d actually say yes to that!
I felt him move beside me.
Ano
nga ba ang gagawin ko?
Teka
nga! I am an erotic writer for crying out loud!
I write erotic stories in my spare
time! I should know how to jump start
this whole thing!
And just like they are on cue, a lot of
sex ideas came to mind.
But somehow doing it, imagining it, and
writing about it are three different things.
He turned to me then and was lying on
his side.
“How was your coffee date with, Tin?”
Seriously? He was asking about the coffee date?
I turned to face him. “Girl talk.
As always. I was asking you to
join us.”
“Hindi pwede eh. Toxic sa office. In fact, babalik pa ako dun later.”
“I thought you don’t work on Saturdays?”
“On call. Lalo na ngayon. Tambak ang work sa office.”
Petty conversations when he’s supposedly
fucking me right now!
I felt his hand on my shoulder and I
smiled. Ayan na! Finally.
“We have too many clothes on.” I heard him say.
“Let’s get naked then.” I told him.
He got up from the bed and started
taking his clothes off. I did the
same. I was looking at him while he was
taking his clothes off and noted the tattoo that spanned his shoulders and his
upper back. Interesting. I’ll have to ask him about his tattoo one of
these days.
Scott is not that tall. Probably around 5’4” or 5’5”. As I am only 5’2” he is a bit taller than I
am. He is not what one would consider slim. He is kind of on the chubby side except
walang “beer belly.” I know he doesn’t
drink beer. In fact, he doesn’t drink at
all. And he doesn’t smoke. He told me so.
I guess he is what one would call
“gwapo.” In fact, isa siya sa top
good-looking guys who attended the party where we met. He is maputi.
A bit soft-spoken. I initially
thought he was gay when I first met him but I realized that some men are just
naturally soft-spoken.
He is a poet. I have read some of his works, and I am
impressed. I have been encouraging him
to write blogs, but he said it is not his thing. He just writes a few verses whenever he feels
like it.
He told me he had read some of my work,
and he is impressed. He laughed when told
him I used his name in one of the stories that I wrote. He told me he got turned on when he read it.
But the bottom line here is nothing
romantic is ever going to take place between us. He knows it.
I know it.
He isn’t looking for something serious
right now (most guys are saying this anyway).
And me? Well… It is kind of complicated. Something is wrong with me, but that is
another story. One I would rather not be
mentioned here.
So where was I? Oh right…
We were getting naked.
Bumalik siya sa pwesto niya sitting down
this time with the pillow on his back and him in all his naked glory.
I climbed back sa bed, but this time
instead of lying beside him I headed to settle between his legs.
He was about to get up when I said, “No,
don’t get up.” And he knew what I meant
to do.
I parted his legs. Pumwesto ako between them. I noted his cock is starting to get hard. He was shaved. Good.
No hair to deal with.
Sweet god! It had been too long since I had a cock in my
mouth!
There is around 5 inches of him
maybe. I can work with that.
I ran both my hands sa inner thighs nya
and I heard his sharp intake of breath.
His cock moved in response.
I knew what he was expecting me to
do. I watched him watch me with
anticipation as I bent my head down.
But what I did was different. I let my tongue ran along his cockhead
teasingly. Just the tip of my tongue
touching the tip of the head of his cock.
Just when he was expecting me to put his
cock in my mouth, I went and targeted his balls instead.
I parted his thighs some more, and I
licked and traced my tongue over his balls.
It had been too long since I’ve licked
some balls!
I then slowly take one inside my mouth
and played it with my tongue before releasing it and taking the other.
Scott is too quiet though. I noted.
I hear a sharp intake of breath every
now and then. And a low moan from time
to time. But that was it. He doesn’t talk dirty. Too bad.
I would prefer that my bed partner’s a bit noisy.
But I knew he was enjoying what I’m
doing.
His cock got bigger and harder.
I couldn’t help it. I had to lick the head again. I flicked the head with my tongue. He was watching me closely.
I sucked both balls one last time before
I started licking his dickhead.
His precum was oozing out. I slowly dragged my tongue the full length of
him before I opened my mouth and sucked on the head.
I heard a very low moan. I guess Scott is just one of those guys who
aren’t noisy in bed.
And because Scott wasn’t expecting it
and I know he would love it, I surprised him when I took all of his cock in my
mouth—deep throat—to the hilt.
A hissing sound escaped his lips.
I took out his sock in my mouth and
asked, “Did you like that?”
“Yes.”
I almost didn’t hear it. “Yes, I
did.”
“Masarap ba?” I had to check. He isn’t telling me anything.
“Oo.
Sobra.”
I smiled. I started licking at it like it was a
lollipop and licked at the base of his cock, the whole length of it, all the
way to the top.
I wanted to use my teeth but not all men
like that so I tested the waters and gently dragged my teeth over his
cockhead. Napaangat ang pwet nya.
“Too much?” I asked.
“Kind of.”
“You didn’t like it?” I asked again.
He shook his head no.
Okay.
No teeth then. Too bad.
I jacked him off with my hand. Every once in a while I would flick the head
of his cock with my tongue and use my other hand to massage both his balls.
My tongue circled his cock.
My mouth was running all over him.
My fingers drawing patterns all over his
balls.
Then I switched and I was suddenly
sucking on his head again. My other hand
tightening around the base of his cock.
TO BE CONTINUED
