Wednesday, October 31, 2007

tongue stroke

I was a subscriber of Playboy magazine few years back but there's only 1 article that really captured my fancy. I could no longer remember the exact words but it was something like this - The number 1 sex fantasy of most men (in USA, I presume) is to have their girl lick their butt/butthole while masturbating their cock.

I didn't approve of this. It sounds revolting specially if I tried to picture it out. She would lick some shit in there!!!!!! No way, I said, but I have to admit, it got me curious though. So I put this on the list of things to do before I turned 30. Someday I could hire a whore perhaps to do this messy job.

On a few occasions when I talk to some women of the street, I would drop some hint about this. Most of the time, they wouldn't agree to do it. But there were a few who were open to the idea and a handful had actually done it. "As long as it is clean", they said, "and extra bucks for that extra service. A shower is a must and the buttocks have to be scrubbed thoroughly."

On a rainy night last August, I let out a loud yelp as the girl ran her tongue in my butthole. Syeeeeeet!!!!!!!!! Giloooooook!!!!!!!!!! (The number of exclamation marks really justifies my sensation at that time.) I can't stand too much tickle but at the same time it was titillating and was giving me a superb hard-on. We were in the shower as I suggested for emergency purposes. Another one long tongue stroke and I bit my finger and raised my feet. I can't take this anymore. I was panting and it makes my hair stand on end.

I looked at the girl and she was smiling. I think the bitch was enjoying seeing my reaction. I told her it's enough and went to the normal "act". I never kissed her.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

unfotunate events

Although I've been enjoying my sexlife for most of the time, I can't really say the same for my, uhmmm, lovelife. Syet!! I'ts kinda awkward saying that. It's giving me goosebumps... Lovelife... Syet! Luod gyud!

To give you an idea of what I was babbling about, Let me share you some of my life's unfortunate events.

At 21 years old, a few months after college, I thought that will be the end of my happy days. Although ironically my happy days haven't really started yet. You see, I hooked up with this girl that I had no intention of getting serious with. At first, I thought it's just an ordinary one-night stand. Then there's the second one-night stand or whatever it's called. The problem was she was thinking about long-term plans all the while. Eventually, I broke up with her after which a series of drama events took place.

I was breathing fresh air after that then I immediately resumed to the more important business. While I was busy doing some Houdini stuff with the girl I mentioned above (let's call her Ms. X), a blossoming relationship that started, before all the hoopla with Ms. X, got a setback. There was this girl I really liked long before Ms. X came to the scene. I was planning to ask her to be my girlfriend but got cold feet instead. I didn't have the confidence yet. It was easier for Ms. X because it was more on lust and I didn't have to talk much.

I wanted to pick up where we left off but I guess I was too late. I did try everything I could though. Mobile phones weren't that affordable and accessible at that time so I solely relied on line phones. I called her many times trying to set up a date. Most of the time it will just be me waiting for my date that will never come. And when she did make it, she looked perturbed and would stay for only a few minutes. Finally, I gathered all my courage and set up this one date where I have to tell her or else... We were to meet in Ayala. I think it was on a Saturday. I made her a card the night before, professing my... you know... I bought her a long-stemmed red rose, which costed me much considering my meager allowance at that time. She never came. I waited for almost 3 hours thinking that she might be caught up in a traffic or in an emergency meeting. After that, I gave up and moved on.

A few years after that I was on the verge of having the one. The one girl that I will.. uhmmm... you know... my whole life. I had everything figured out. The courtship, the engagement and even how we will live our life together. Sadly things didn't turn out the way we planned. Click here for more details.

Then there was this nice girl that came along. We dated for a short time. I liked her a lot but at that time I wasn't completely ready to have a relationship. On the other hand, she also had a boyfriend. I send mixed signals, I guess. There's this part that liked to know more about her but there was also a part that wanted to remain faithful to "The One". Anyway, she married her boyfriend.

The next year I started dating another girl. I really thought she'll be the one to stitch up all the pieces of my broken heart. We dated and connected well. I was scheduled for a trip to Europe and, by good fortune, she too was scheduled for a trip to Europe. The bad part was, we were to go on different countries. Nevertheless, I was ecstatic. We made some vague plans to go to Paris. Then it hit me, I will ask her to be my girlfriend when we were at the top of Eiffel Tower. Someone told me that it's very romantic up there.

I scoured the internet for Paris trips and lodgings. I planned for the best dates, the cheapest airfares, the cheapest hotels with the nicest view over the city. Unfortunately, the inevitable happened. We were really not there for sight seeing. So if work demanded your time, you can't help but say yes. The Paris trip never happend though she was able to go there with some friends.

Okay. This is making me woozy. I think I need to go and puke. Too much emotion is making me sick. teehee...