LOOSE GIRL CHRONICLES: SCOTT (Part Two)

“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

ADDICTED

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.

LOOSE GIRL CHRONICLES: SCOTT (Part 1)

“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

“What the fuck are you doing?”  I asked my own reflection in the mirror.

“Akala ko ba ayaw mo ng ganito?  And yet here you are…”  My reflection just stared back at me.

Useless conversations with myself.  Yes, I do this all the time.

I closed my eyes for a bit and inhaled deeply.

When I opened them, I feel a rush of confidence flowing in my veins.

I headed for the door and turned the knob.  “Here goes nothing…”

Madilim na yung kwarto when I got out of the bathroom except for the light that’s coming from the television.

CNN was on TV, but the volume was turned low.

“Everything all right?”  Scott asked me.  He was lying in bed.

“Yeah.  I just washed my hands.”  I told him.

Naghugas ng kamay?  Why the fuck did I just say that?

I removed the belt of my dress, placed it on top of the bedside table, and climbed the bed next to him, but there was this big space between us.

Awkward space.  Space na kasya pa ang isang tao.

How do we start this thing?

I looked at the man beside me.  His eyes were closed.

So tutulugan nya ako?  Baka he is waiting for me to make the first move.  How do I make the first move?

Should I take my clothes off?

Tama.  Dapat nga talaga I’ll be wearing may undies na lang.

I looked at him and noted he’s still wearing his shirt and his pants.  Socks even.  The only things he took off were his shoes and his eyeglasses.

Teka nga!  Bakit pala ako ang gagawa ng move.  I’m the girl here.  I should wait until he makes the first move.

Right.  Yun ang dapat.  The first move should come from him.

And I lay there.  Not moving a muscle.  Wondering and waiting for what will happen next.

“You’re too far.  Move closer.”  I heard him say.

Move closer daw?  At ako pa talaga ang uusog.

But still I gave in and moved right next to him.  We were now shoulder to shoulder.

Silence.

If we were boyfriend and girlfriend, we’d probably be tearing at each other’s clothes right now.  But we’re not.

Scott and I—magkaibigan lang kami.

We met 2 weeks before at a party when a male friend vowed to introduce me to any single guy who will attend, and he actually did.

Scott was one of the guys I was introduced to that night.  He asked for my number, and we’ve been texting and talking since then.

In the 2 weeks that we’ve been corresponding, it got to a point that we talked about sex and the fact that we haven’t had any lately.

And that conversation eventually led to a turning point where we both decided to do it.  The only question was when.

Our schedules barely ever meet.  By the time I get home from work, papasok naman siya sa office niya.  The days that I’m free and he’s working.  So it was more like ‘landian’ lang sa text for the lack of better word to describe it.

Until one early Saturday morning when I was having coffee with my closest friend and he texted me.

(Text conversation between me and Scott)

Scott:  Where are you?  Still at Starbucks?

Me:  Yes.  Susunod ka ba?

Scott:  It’s 4 AM already.  What time are you going home?

Me:  5 AM or so.  I’ll just wait until they wake up.  I forgot to bring my keys.  I don’t want to wait outside of the house.

Scott:  I see Do you want to meet?

Wait!  Do I want to meet?

I stared at my screen.  Meet?  He wants to meet me now?

Napakunot ako ng noo.

“O?  What’s wrong? Ba’t parang nakakunot ang noo mo?  Sino ba yang katext mo?”  I heard Tin say.

“Si Scott.”  I told her as I sipped my coffee.

“Bakit ganyan reaction mo sa text nya?  What did Scott say?”

I looked at Tin and she had a huge smile on her face.  “Nagyayaya.”  I answered.

“Oh my god!  Kailan?”  I noted the huge smile on Tin’s face.  Kung makangiti, wagas.

“He just asked me if I wanted to meet.”  And I stared at Scott’s last text message.

“What did you tell him?”  Tin prodded.

“I didn’t answer pa.”  To be honest, I can’t decide pa whether or not I will say yes.

“Why didn’t you?”  Tin asked.

“Sis…”  I started to say but Tin cut me off.

“You’re overthinking again!”  Tin exclaimed.

She is right of course.  I tend to overthink and overanalyze stuff.

“It’s not that.”

“Eh ano?  It’s just going to be just sex.  Like an itch that needed to be scratched.  You scratch his.  He’ll scratch yours.”

“Eh ayoko naman ng ganun lang.  Saka…  Walang spark eh.”

“Ayan na naman tayo sa all-spark na yan.  Si Optimus Prime ka talaga.  Sis, you’re meeting him to fuck.  It’s not like you’re going to get married to the guy.  Yang self-preservation mo, it’s getting old.”

And before I could say anything else, Tin added, “Sis, why not say yes to Scott?  Gwapo naman siya.  Malay mo naman magaling sa kama.  Mapaligaya ka pa nya.  Kung hindi man, e di we can charge it to experience and maybe laugh about it.”

My phone vibrated.  Another message from Scott.

Scott:  Are you still there?

Tin has a point.  What the heck!  I pressed reply on my phone screen.  Fine…  I’m saying yes to this now.

Me:  Yes.  The answer is yes.

Scott:  Really?  You want to meet?

Me:  I said yes, didn’t I?

Scott:  Sige.  I’ll see you at 6 AM?  I’ll be out of the office by then.

Me:  Okay.  6 AM it is.

Scott:  Shall I pick you up then?  Or meet you somewhere else?

Me:  We can meet somewhere else.

Scott:  I’ll text you the place later.  See you.

“I said yes already.  I guess I’ll be seeing Scott later then.”  I smiled as I told Tin.

She grinned and said, “That’s good, Sis.  And you can tell me all the gory details after.”

Me?  Tell her all will ever happen?  Not bloody likely.

“Hah!  You’d have to get me drunk for that.”  I told her.  But she laughed and mouthed what seemed like “we’ll see” to me.

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?!

TO BE CONTINUED

CRAVINGS

Dear You,

I dream of you.

Far too often than I would’ve wanted.

Though I swore I would never admit that to you.

In my dreams, we are always giving in to passion.

Being foolhardy rather than sensible,

throwing caution to the wind,

giving in to temptation,

 and indulging in lustful desires.

Yours,

-DDD-

Have you ever had that dream where you’re lying naked spread-eagled on your bed, and you have this one guy feasting on your pussy like a sex buffet?

Where you feel his mouth on your clit sucking and three of his fingers in your pussy fingerfucking you?

And you wanted to grab a hold of his hair and push his face deeper.

And you feel your whole body shake with need of the impending orgasm.

And yet you want more!

But he intended to do you slow.

He stops for a bit.

“Just lay still and enjoy.”  He says.

And he begins the teasing all over again.

You feel him kissing your neck working slowly downwards to your breasts.

He was kissing using a slow circular motion as he edged closer and closer to your left nipple and until finally for what seemed like forever for you his lips finally met the nipple and he takes it into his mouth.

Nip on it.

Suck on it.

Use his tongue to lick and flick as he sucked.

Your soft moans in response to what he is doing filled the air.

Your body’s bucking like crazy.

Wanting more.

Always wanting more.

He starts to move lower.

Kissing his way down across your belly nudging closer to your still damp pussy.

His tongue found the wet cleft and dipped to taste.

“Oh god please!  Eat me again.”  You cried.

“Please…  Just please…”

And he devours your pussy again.

His hands on your thighs holding your legs open.

His mouth and tongue tasting and teasing.

Your clit gets teased, licked, and sucked.

His tongue presses deep into you.

As deep as it would be allowed.

And you bucked your hips at the ministrations of his mouth.

You’re close.  So close!

“Please… Ohhh!!  Yes!!  More… There... Ahhh yes!  Right there... Oh god, Paul, your tongue’s so good.  No don’t stop!  Fuck please… Don’t stop… Oooohhhhh…”

You were close to the edge.

Almost there.  Almost.  Almost.

He probed you.

He licked you.

He sucked you.

He explored every part of your perfect pussy.

Never keeping the same pace for long and continually building your arousal until you just couldn’t take it anymore.

He worked you into a sexual frenzy.

Your breathing now ragged.

“Haaaaahhh…  Ohhhhh…”

Your cries increasing in pitch until he pushed you over the edge the orgasms finally crashed over and through you.

“Ohhhhhhh… Godddddd…  Yesssssss!!!”  And you screamed his name as you came.

And then booooommmmm…

You wake up and you realize it was all a dream and you find yourself in bed.

Alone.

Horny as hell.

With your legs parted.

And your panties soaking wet.

Oh yes!  That erotic dream made you cum.

And you still want more.

You just have to have more.

And you remember that face.  His face.  As he lapped up your pussy juices in your dream.

And you cup your left breast with your left hand and pinch your nipple hard through the thin tank top that you were wearing.  Imaging it was his fingers that pinched your nipple.

And your right hand finds its way down to your pussy.

Not even bothering to take your panties off.

Your fingers found your pussy as your hand just slipped through the sides of the soaked thin material.

A moan escapes your lips as your finger teasingly flicked through your clit.

You wanted to cum and no longer prolong the agony.

And you start finger fucking yourself and pinching your nipples alternatingly harder with one hand.

And you close your eyes and picturing his face.  Imagining it was him finger fucking you.

Wanting it was him fucking you.

Wishing it was his cock fucking your wet cunt right now.

You whisper his name…  You just had to.

You are close to cumming.

And you say his name over and over again as you finger fuck yourself faster and faster.

Your hips meeting every plunge your finger makes inside your pussy.

Your body starts shaking as you reach the penultimate peak and you let out a long moan.

And minutes later, just when you thought you’ve “mended” that feeling, it comes building up again.

Fuck!

Don’t you just hate it when you’re horny and single?