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?

SWALLOWED

I’m too much of an asshole right now.

You know it.

Sometimes I’m evil and I treat you like shit.  And yet you still stay.

“Why do you stay, D?”  I always ask.

“Because you need me.” Was always your reply.

I want to make you mad.  Furiously mad.

I want to make you hate me.

To finally drive you away.

I thought I almost did.

I saw the hurt in your eyes.

I could’ve sworn I saw the tears.

And it almost broke my heart to know I have finally done it.

But you turned and looked at me and smiled that sweet smile of yours.

I then realized I had no heart.

And yet I can’t stay away.  From you.

Fuck this!

I watched you from across the room like a lion eyeing his prey.

You just got out of the shower with just a silk robe covering your naked body.

You were standing by the bed brushing your hair.

You smiled when you saw me looking at you.

I said nothing.

I heard you say something about how nervous you get when I look at you that way—something about how I am too silent, too focused on you, and how you never know what I am thinking.

“Take your robe off.”  I say.

You obliged.  Like you always do.

You can never say no to me.

I watched as you let the robe open, slide of your shoulders, and fall to floor.

You—in all your naked glory.

Naked and vulnerable.

And all mine.

I felt my cock twitch inside my boxers.

My cock knows you are mine.

You were about to make your move towards me.

“Stay there.”  I commanded.

I stood up from where I was sitting and made my way to you.

I managed to take off my boxers along the way.

And we stood in front of each other.

I am staring at your lustful eyes and I say nothing.

I trace the lines of your jaw with my finger.

You love me.

I fucking know that.

You may not have uttered the words but I feel it.

But I don’t want you to feel for me.

It’s too fucking painful.

Painful that I can’t reciprocate.

“Never love a broken man, D.”  I wanted to tell you.

Much less a man with no heart to offer you.

Your lips parted.

You want me to kiss you, D?

You crave for my kisses—the kisses that leave you bruised.

The ones where you forget to breathe and your nails bury into my skin and you can’t remember a fucking thing about the moments that just passed.

The kisses where you feel I wanted to eat you alive.

But no kisses this time, D.

I wanted to punish you.

And I’m too much of an asshole to give them to you.

I pushed you to the bed a bit harder than I should have.

You didn’t mind.

You lay down before me, squirming, powerless against my hunger.

With outstretched arms, you even welcome me as I got on top of you.

And because you wanted it—and I wanted it more than anything else—I opened up your wet pussy lips and pushed my cock in.

A sigh escaped from your lips.

A shiver ran down from my spine.

And you say nothing because it is exactly what you wanted.

And you like it when I give you what you wanted.

Skin was everywhere.

You were pressing up against me.

I was pushing you down and holding you there.

Your fingers tangled into my hair.

And I pulled on yours making you bite your lip to keep the sound it from coming out.

I pushed my cock harder into you.

Deeper into your hole.

Teeth graze my neck and a moan escapes my lips.

You tried to pull me closer like you wanted us to become one.

No, I don’t want us closer than we already are.

You’re so close, so close.

I can feel your touch everywhere.

I can’t take it.

I can’t fucking take it anymore.

I’m hungry, and I don’t care anymore.

Hair grabbing.

Ass spanking.

Breasts cupping.

Nipple sucking.

Shoulder biting.

Hard and deep thrusting.

Clit rubbing.

And finally your pleasure explodes.

And when everything is finished.

You lay there shaking.

And there is nothing more satisfying than hearing your moans of pleasure from what I’ve just done to you.

“My turn, D.”

I pulled my cock out of you and you immediately knew what I wanted.

You pulled up and went on your knees and took all of me inside your mouth.

I know you love having my cock in your mouth.

“Do you taste yourself, D?  That’s how your pussy tastes like.”

And all I heard from you were muffled sounds.

You’re my little cocksucker.

I grabbed her hair and pushed your head down deeper until I feel like I was deep in your throat.

You gagged and my cock popped out of your mouth.

But you took it all back inside again.

My knees started to weaken.

I am close.

Your hands travel to the base of my cock,

And you slowly begin a rhythm in sync with your mouth.

“Oh god, D!  That feels so good.  Don’t stop.”

You’re the perfect little cocksucker with your sweet little mouth and your teasing tongue.

You look up and stared into my eyes while you hungrily sucked on my cock.

I was transfixed.

“Damn, D.  You are good!”

I love having your mouth around me like that.

It’s always a pleasure to have your mouth around me like that.

I felt your other free hand grasp my balls and gently massaged with while you continued to suck on my cock.

God, you’re beautiful.

I was lost in the moment.

Lost in the sheer ecstasy of sensations blanking all conscious thought as I pressed your head closer.

“Swallow, D.”

My balls drew tight and my cock spasmed.

And then I started filling your mouth with my cum.

Again and again my balls spewed their contents into your eager mouth but you didn’t flinch.

You continued to suck and swallow the entire load.

My eyes were closed by this point.

My grasp on reality stretched to a breaking point.

Slowly I opened them and glanced down to see you still lapping at the tip of my deflating cock as the last dribbles of cum leaked from me.

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You lie there next to me with your eyes closed.  A faint smile on your face.

Fuck!  Why am I this cruel?

There’s only one word to describe you.

One word to crush you.

Fool.

You’re a fool, D.

You’re a fool for falling for me.

I told you from the very beginning, D.  I push people away.

And you went and climbed your way into this sorry life of mine anyway.

Fuck! Fuck!  Fuck!

I should’ve stayed away.

I should’ve but I didn’t.

I got you hooked—on me.

Little by little I am driving you out of your sanity.

You’re a fool, D.

But I’m the biggest fool of all.

HALF-LIFE (Back To Black Reverse) – Part Four

“Let go, Joe.”

“Rem, we need to talk.”

“We have nothing to talk about.  You chose your own way.  I chose mine.  That’s the end of it.”

“Rem, I needed to explain…”

“Oh there you are, Joe!  I’ve been looking all over for you.”  I turned and saw Meg walking towards us.

My hold on Rem slackened a bit.  I saw Rem’s face as she looked at Meg and me and her gaze darkened.  Perfect timing Meg!  Real perfect timing.

And before I could do anything, Rem left her cart and ran.  I went after her.  “Rem, wait!!”

And just like in the movies, when the guy goes after a girl he loves, the girl gets lost in the crowd.

“What was that about?”  I heard Meg ask.  She went after me and pushing my cart.

“Just someone I know.”  I answered.

“Was that…..”

“Yes.”  I didn’t let her finish.

I felt Meg touch my shoulder.  “I am sorry, Joe.  I shouldn’t have interrupted.”

“Not your fault Meg.  I think she would still run away.”

Meg squeezed my shoulder as if silently telling me things will be okay.

“Let’s go.  Your husband’s waiting.”  I took the cart away from her and headed for the counter.

Yes, Meg and Bry are now happily married.  It turned out my best friend had a thing for my ex-girlfriend, and they are great together.

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I keep trying to understand
this thing and that thing, my fellow man
I guess I'll let you know
when I figure it out

 “So let me get this straight Buddy…”  Bry said.  We were both standing sa terrace with beers in our hands.  “Out of all the crazy places to see her, nakita mo si Rem sa supermarket?”

“Yes.  Nagulat nga ako.  I wasn’t expecting it.”  I have just relayed what happened kay Bry.  “She looked different.”  I added remembering what Rem looked like.

“Different how?”  Bry had a puzzled look on his face.

“I don’t know.  But she just looked different to me.”  Or maybe she was glowing?

“Why didn’t you talk to her?”  Bry asked.

“Kasi nga dumating nga ako.  Nasira yung moment nila.”  I heard Meg say.  She joined us sa terrace with a glass of orange juice in her hand.  She stood right beside Bry, and Bry gave her a quick kiss sa forehead.

“Kasi naman, Honey.  Wrong timing ka kasi.”  Pabirong sabi ni Bry kay Meg.

“Eh malay ko ba namang si Rem pala ang kausap nya!  We were in the supermarket for crying out loud!”

“It wasn’t Meg’s fault.”  I had to reiterate.  I know Meg.  She’s probably kicking herself right now thinking that she ruined it.

“I really think you should’ve gone after her, Joe.”  Meg looked at me with her head resting against Bry’s shoulder.

“I wanted to.  Believe me I did.”  I drank the beer before adding, “I don’t know why I didn’t do it.”

“So what are you going to do now?  Don’t tell me you’re going to stalk that supermarket?  Or scout the areas near it?”  It was Bry who asked.

“I don’t know yet.  I haven’t decided what to do.”  And that is true.  I don’t know what to do.

“Look on the bright side, Joe.  At least we know she’s here and wala sa ibang bansa or sa ikapitong bundok or something.  Hey, what if you put out an ad?  In the paper.  Or sa radio.  Or sa TV.  That you’ve been looking for her.”  Meg piped in.  Her face was all lit up.  I know that look she’s wearing on her face.  It’s the same look that she has every single time the wheels in her mid turn and she gets a lot of great ideas.

“Honey, don’t you think that’s over the top?”  Bry asked her.

Bry is right though.  Ads.  I think they’re way too much.

“Honey, it’s not.  I actually find it a bit romantic.  But I don’t think Joe would do that sort of thing anyway.  He doesn’t do romance.”

“Hahaha…  You said it!  My best friend here isn’t the most romantic man on earth.”  And Bry gave Meg a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek.  “But me on the other hand…”

“I know Honey…  I know.”

Napailing na lang ako sa dalawa.  It has been a normal thing for them both—the PDAs.  I knew how much Bry loved Meg and vice versa.  Some things are just obvious even to the densest male of all—namely me.

And it’s funny now that I think about it.  When Meg and I were in a relationship, we were NEVER that touchy.  She is right.  I don’t have a romantic bone in my body.

Rem—she brought the romance into my life.

“Teka nga boys.  I need to check on our lunch.”  Meg said and she left us.

Minutes after Meg left I told Bry.  “You look happy Bry.  You and Meg—you’re perfect for each other.”

“I am happy, Buddy.”  Bry said.  “Very happy.  I hope you find her again, Joe.  And find the happiness that you deserve.”

“I hope so too.”

“Teka, Pare...  I’ll get us more beers.”

And I found myself standing out in the terrace alone.

The terrace—I remembered something about a “terrace encounter” that Rem and I had when we were still together.

But I don't mind a few mysteries
They can stay that way it’s fine by me
and you are another mystery I am missing

We were outside of the terrace of my condo unit in Mezza Residences.  It was after midnight.

Rem sat at the end of the table.  She pulled me over to her and undid my trousers.  She wrapped her legs around me.

“Do you really want to do it out here like that?”  I had to ask her.

She nodded.

I can’t believe this!  Rem agreeing to have sex out in the open!

“Aren’t you worried someone’s going to see us?”  I had to ask her again to be sure.

“Let them.  Mamatay sila sa inggit.”  Rem smiled at me with a wink.

I think I’ve gone and created a sex monster!

But the thought of fucking Rem out in the open got me excited.  It made me remember the first time I fucked her in an elevator.

The elevator—I had to smile—I hope one day in the future we get to do that again.

“Are you going to or shall I put my clothes on?”   I heard Rem say that woke me from my reverie.

“Impatient bitch!”  I smiled and kissed her hungrily.  I spread her legs and stood between them while we kissed.

We kissed passionately.  Fervently.  Lustfully.

We were both panting when our lips parted.

“Fuck me!  Your cock.  Now!”  She commanded.

My cock hovered just inches away from the opening as I bent down and captured a hard nipple in my mouth and bit and suck on it.

By now, my cock is hard and aching to feel the insides of her pussy around it.  I pressed the tip of my hard cock against her damp pussy and felt her pussy lips parted slightly in anticipation.

Her legs wrapped around me with her feet pressing against my back and urging me on.

I wanted to hold back as long as I possibly can.

“Please… Joe!  Please!”  Rem begged.  I loved it when she begged.

And I slid into her slowly, eased myself in until I was deep inside her.

We both moaned with the pleasure of it all.

We moved as one—Rem and I.

Slowly at first.  And then suddenly I was going at her at full steam.  I was pounding her pussy like there is no tomorrow.

We ground our hips together.

Will it always be like this?  This intense kind of fucking?

We’ve been at it for months and the feeling each time we fuck has never wavered.  It is even getting more intense.

My hands were on her breasts.  Playing with her nipples.

She tried to pipe down her moans as she approached orgasm.  As the upcoming climax wracked her body, her pussy clamped my cock hard.

The sensations were exquisite.  I loved the way she did that and it never ceases to amaze me just how tightly she can grip my cock that way.

She was gasping and moaning as I squeezed her tits and fucked her pussy.

The slap of flesh against flesh was loud in the open air of the terrace.

We no longer cared if anyone sees or hears us.

I felt my balls grow tighter and tighter preparing for the inevitable explosion that was growing.

Her orgasm came finally.

Her body bucked and writhed under me.

I couldn’t take it anymore.  And I came with her.  My cock clenched and jerked as I emptied everything inside her.

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How do you take your mind off of someone when everything around you just reminds you of her?

Rem…  I wonder where she is right now.

TO BE CONTINUED