Thursday, August 16, 2012


“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.


Monday, August 13, 2012


Why am I here again?

I ask myself that question countless times in the 15 minutes that I had been sitting here in our usual meeting spot.

Right.  I want to be with him.

There he is!  I saw him right away.

Oh god!  That handsome face.

Please don’t smile.  I wanted to beg him not to.

But he did, and my stomach felt like it was tied into knots.  My heart did a flip-flop—I felt it skip a beat.

His playful smile hinted of the pleasure we’d both be experiencing in the coming hours.

And I certainly hoped my hunger for him isn’t evident on my face right now.

But I do want the man!

Are you ready to leave?” he asked.

I nodded and said nothing, but the smile I gave him answered his question.

He offered his hand and pulled me close to him, deliberately placing his other hand on the small of my back to caress it.

I stiffened.  Not because I didn’t want it.  But because the heat radiated almost instantly to my pussy.

My pussy was starting to get excited.

He opened the passenger’s side of the door for me like the gentleman that he always is.

How I managed to keep my hands off him during the whole ride to his apartment is a mystery.

As soon as we closed the door behind us when we got to his place our lips met, tongues dancing, torsos aligning, limbs all over the place.

He pinned me to the bedroom wall and hitched my leg up, roughly pulling on the straps of my dress while trailing hot kisses on my neck.

I moaned in delight.  How can I not?  His teeth on my skin.  I love how that made me feel.

I had to muster every strength I have not to rip his pants off and free his aching, stiff cock.  I wanted his cock in my mouth.

I felt him slip his hands underneath my dress and underwear searching for my sensitive spot and as soon as he found it I started buckling under the pleasure and a long, low moan escaped my lips.

I would have collapsed on the floor had he not been holding me.

He gave me time to recover and just stared at me with a smug look on his face.

My turn.”  I tell him.  I took his trousers off and freed his hardened dick.

I swallowed him whole with my eager mouth.  It was not long before he peaked in orgasmic waves and he grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth as he spilled his cum inside.

That was just the beginning of it.

The night went on with us fucking like we were trying to defy Newton’s Law of Physics.

And it was in the wee hours of the morning as we were lying side by side in sort of a spoon embrace that I realized something.

I’m in love with the guy!

I’m in love and I’m addicted.

Addicted to him.

Addicted to sex.

Addicted to anything connected to him.

I have to get away.

I slowly eased myself away from his embrace.

He was still asleep.  Good.

My dress was in a lump of clothes near the door.

Where are my panties?

My bra next to my dress.  I started putting it on first.

The room was in major disarray.

We must’ve been like animals!

Truth be told, his entry into my life was nothing short of stormy.  He was like a force of nature.  He was a whirlwind that always left me in an upside down mess.

But with him, I had no inhibitions.  I almost blushed as the memories of the night prior filled my mind.  Was that really me?  Is that who I am when I’m with him?

He unleashed the animal from the depths of myself.  Depths I didn’t even know existed.  For someone who had been in control most of the time, I lose my mind when he is close.

And who was he?

I couldn’t even decide if I knew him a little or not at all!  This enigma of a man.  I don’t ask a lot of questions.  And he doesn’t share a lot of details about himself.

I felt off-balance, severely off-balance.  All I know right now is I have to run.  Away from him.

Now if only I could find my damn panties!

I slipped my dress on.  I knew my purse was on the coffee table in his living room.

Where the fuck is my panties?

I almost gasped when I saw him awake and watching me.

I didn’t realize you were awake.”  I found myself saying.

Well I am.”  Was his reply.

I tried not to meet his eyes.  I picked up a brush and started to brush my hair.  I’d get lost in it if I do.

I gather you won’t be staying for breakfast then?”  He was behind me now.  He moved my hair out of the way and I felt his wet lips brush my neck.

God!  He knew it’d make me weak.

I have to go somewhere today,” I responded quickly.  Another kiss.  A kiss that sent shivers down her spine.

I’ll see you tomorrow then?  It’s a Saturday.  You can stay with me over the weekend.”  He made me turn around to face him.

I have work over the weekend.  I can’t possibly get away.”  I tried my utmost to look apologetic and wondered if I had managed at all.

He looked at me intently.  Like he was searching for truth in my eyes and yet his own revealed nothing.

I’ll see you tonight then,” he finally said.

I smiled and shook my head.

No,” I whispered but my resolve melting as his hand cupped my face and his thumb caressed my earlobe.

He outlined the bow of my lip with his finger and said, almost hungrily, “You’ll come,” and I knew he was right.