horny mama

It was my usual ride back to the city. Sleeping while the Vhire was speeding its way along the hiway had been my favorite event. I felt like being swayed in a hammock. There were only 3 of us in a row, which made our seating positions more comfortable. To my left was an elderly woman in her late 40s or early 50s. She looked like a typical mom having an appointment somewhere in the city. We would have been a few inches away from each other but she put her bag on the other side of the car seat. This gave us body contact from the waist down to the thighs. To my right was an elderly man, which was of no concern to me whatsoever. My bag was on my lap while I was listening music with my iPod. Then, I felt really sleepy.

I was completely under the spell of sleep but I occasionally woke up because my elbows would slip down and land on my seatmate's hips. I noticed that the elderly mom was also asleep. She rested her weight on the other side of the van away from me. Then I really dozed off for more than an hour. When I woke up, we were already at Consolacion but I noticed that later. What I noticed first after waking up was that my elbow was now resing on the elderly mom's hips. She was still asleep and was still leaning to the other side. I straightened myself. She woke up maybe perhaps because of my motions. She also straightened herself and did some grooming.

After that she'd become a little weirder. She would glance to my side often. I never glanced back but I could see her from the corner of my eye. She would give me a deep look. It didn't bother me at first until she did it a dozen times. I drove away the thought. Maybe she's just staring the guy in front of me. Then she made that flirtatious bouncing of her hair. She would glance side to side to deliberately make her shoulder-length hair bounce.

The van went straight to Ayala. She was a little panicky. I didn't mind her at all. I checked her fingers and couldn't find a ring. Then the man on my right went out near PLDT Mabolo. I distanced myself to her. It was then that she put her hands, palms down, beside her thighs. When the vehicle made a left turn towards Ayala, she put her hands below my thighs as if it was done by accident. I was dumbfounded. I never moved a muscle. When we're almost near Ayala terminal, I could feel her fingers wriggling under my thighs. It was tickling me and I almost jumped from my seat. She was muttering on where she was and how to go to her destination. I still didn't mind her. When the van stopped in Ayala, I immediately walked out without ever turning my back.

I was not sure if it was an opportunity missed.

holiday of bore

PS2. Food. TV. Sleep. This was my routine during the entire Christmas break. I didn't even get to finish the new book I bought nor did I lit up any sort of firecracker. Well, never again after that fateful incident with my 1-year old nephew.

All in all, it was a bore. But I'm writing it anyway. And now I have nothing else to write.

Hmmmm... There was one time I thought of writing all my manitos and manitas here in Lear for the past 5 years. This maybe a good time to list 'em all.

Year 2000. My first manito was Fabs. I gave him a McJim leather wallet. (Thanks ylan, for the correction.)
Year 2001. Jojo Graciano was my manito. I gave hime a hunting knife.
Year 2002. Gugs was my manita. I gave her an Alanis Morisette original CD.
Year 2003. Christmas was spent in U.S.
Year 2004. Ting was my manita. I gave her a pearl bracelet.
Year 2005. Macelle was my manita after a scheming plot. I gave her a leather belt and an umbrella.

albums

My friends and my manito had been very generous to me. They all gave me original music albums for Christmas. I was excited considering that I never bought a single album this year.


Being a manito to Earl, he gave me Slipknot's latest, The Subliminal Verses.





Mark gave me a Gary Valenciano's Greatest Hits.







Ma'am Elline and Fabs gave me Coldplay's A Rush Of Blood To The Head.







Tag gave me 2 albums! Nirvana's Nevermind and Maroon5's Songs About Jane.









Now, I got 5 reasons to smile this Christmas.

700 for what?

It was a Sunday before the holiday break. It was the loneliest Sunday I can remember so far. It was still 8 in the evening. I already took my dinner and left with nothing else to do. Lapulapu can be such a boring place in situations like this. No decent malls or even coffee shops to hang out. I decided to go to an internet cafe to update my blog.

The internet cafe I was in had enclosed cubicle in all of their stations except for the butt down which is visible to everyone else. But everyone else were inside the cubicle so no one really cared except perhaps those people walking on the aisle looking for vacant stations. As soon as I entered the cubicle, kinky scenes were playing in my head. And the thought of updating this blog had vanished into thin air.

I immediately logged in mIRC. I know. I know. This is quite the "dino-era" chatsite but a lot of people still use this. And I'm surprised that a lot of Bisdaks still visit the #cebu channel and of course, the #cebusex channel. It's still packing up with chatters but mostly were in their early teens. As the night grew less younger, a lot of 20-something chatters joined in. But only one chatter captured my attention.

Joyce. A 19-year old student. She was living in an apartment-type boarding house in "Private" area, in front of South Bus Terminal. She was a tease. We each had our webcam and saw each other's face. She was a real turn-on. Pretty with sumptuous and sexy body. Intelligence didn't matter anymore. I was drooling. The chat went deeper until she asked to see my underwear. I was getting a boner in an instant. Good thing I wore a nice pair of white sports brief, which made the erection less concealing. I stood up, opened my pant's zipper and showed her my undies. Then she asked if she can see my dick. I hesitated for a moment. The picture of my dick all over the internet and people's inboxes didn't look like a good scene at all. She begged and finally, I gave in. I just made sure I won't expose everything all at once. At first, I only showed her the lower half, covering the other half with my hand. Then, I point straight the head towards the cam so she'll only see the head. It lasted for almost a minute. I hate to admit it but it was turning me on. Would that make me an exhibitionist?

I demanded to see her tits but the internet cafe she's in didn't have cubicles. I was already burning. I asked her if I can see her that night. She agreed and said that I have to bring 700 pesos. She's going to meet me in the gasoline station in front of South Bus Terminal. I didn't bother to ask what the 700 pesos was for.

I went home to change clothes. I decided not to bring my wallet. My pocket only contains 7 pieces of 100-peso bills and a few bucks for my fare. I was a bit afraid I would be duped and would end up beaten and a hold-up victim. But I still took my chances. Indeed, she's really gorgeous. I got what I came for.

She led me to her boarding house and to her room. Her roommate was out for the weekend and won't be back until the next day. She asked for the 700 pesos. I gave her the money and understood that she's for hire. She took my shirt off and massaged my crotch. Damn. She was good. I hugged her and grabbed her ass. She let go. She said that I can only touch her tits. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. All the time I thought 700 would bring me to heaven that night. I asked if what's the price if it's "all the way". 2,000 was her reply. I told her that 700 was all I got. She said that she can wack me off while I caressed her tits. I agreed but the thrill already subsided.

The end.

backlog

Okay. I owe this site a lot. I haven't been posting for quite sometime. The holidays took most of my time - dance practice, department christmas party and the company's christmas party plus buying gifts for my godchildren, and a lot more. A lot of interesting things had happened back then. I hope I captured all of those in my limited memory bank. Drat! I can't even remember the exact dates. I'll just put a phony date. I might be lucky. The posts from this point onward won't have the accurate date the event happened unless explicitly specified in the post.