June 2009
2 posts
6 month highlight special
The bad.
I had the worst night with a girl last March. Nobody would like if it there partner acts like a total mannequin in bed. Plus I wasn’t attracted to her really. I, in all honesty, just wanted to score. Lesson learned. She didn’t give head. Handjobs were terrible. Kissing was terrible. I enjoyed touching a new body. But that’s about it. In the middle of sex, I just...
December 2008
2 posts
merry christmas, temptation.
It was unexpected.
It was rather unplanned. I knew about the party. I didn’t know whether I would be in the mood to go after my afternoon romp with a girl. I, after much ruminaration ended up there, fashionably late, and unfashionably dressed as a man in shorts in a wedding party but not without a dose of who- the-fuck-cares! armed in my smile.
I spotted her within a few minutes. I was...
“O lovely pussy! O pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, you are, What...”
– The Owl said to the Pussy Cat - Edward Lear
November 2008
5 posts
“I still feel … kind of temporary about myself.”
– Arthur Miller via Luminol (via reversecowgirl)
boobs that think
I was thinking about this last night before the cock-blocking incident
A girl with big breasts passed by while I was on the train.. She reminded me of my ex who had C-cups. The funny thing is—- I never liked them that much. I was young then she told me other men have sucked and licked them. I was annoyed and jealous at that thought so during the most part of the relationship I focused my...
fucking cockblockers
I’m in a bad mood right now.
Nothing sucks more than expecting sex or even the thought of sleeping beside someone, genuinely wanting intimacy for intimacy sake, and not getting it.
I’m never going back to that place again. To the place where I stuck out my self out of the security of my ego in purpose and it slammed straight into the concrete floor.
I know I probably will...
vespers
I have found a muse. She’s been on my mind for a time now. She appears once in a while in the periphery of my mind. Last week, I saw her art work. I fell in love. Maybe even for a brief moment. I am so tired with the usual pretty face. The shallow smiles and the dumb eyes.
I like her the way i have had crushes back in high school. The illusion of the woman. I’m falling in love with...
October 2008
4 posts
slowly
I spin. I watch you from the corner of my eyes. I reel you in by not giving you attention when you want it. I crash into your world when you least expect it. Foreplay is the way I place my words. Falling delicately into your ears as I roll the sound on the tip of my tongue. I feel you expect it. I pause and wait for the moment before you sigh to enter. I know you want it. But you’re never...
“Suspense is like a woman, the more room she leaves to the imagination, the...”
– Alfred Hitchcock
All is quiet. I’ve been quite regularly hanging with the same girl for the past weeks. Rest, even my back is acting up from all the action and worry.
Funny thing.
We had a picture together, the three of us in one frame. I’m sleeping with both of them. And only two us know. or so I think.
Three women in the same circle? I can’t wait to be propelled out of this daily cycle...
I am tired
When I think back on last week and the previous week before that I feel like a sigh coming through my chest.
One night two weeks back, I made-out with three girls, had sex with one of them in the span of 4 hours. It was great. But tiring. I feel like I needed to settle down.
What made it worse was the following week. I was trying to recuperate from all the action but another steady date wanted...
September 2008
4 posts
she's back, we had sex, and then we broke it off.
“It’s too complicated,” she said. It is what it is.
I love sleeping beside her. I feel at peace. But that’s it. Like I said I think she needs to fuck me properly. For the effort I gave, I was not well-compensated.
But I do love the whole situation.
It’s ripped off the pages of a romance novel. Including the sex, though one-sided that it was.
Fom the bar to the...
fuck me, bitch
I mean it.
I absolutely hate not getting off properly.
I made sure you got off properly. I gave you all stimulation neccesary. You were quite noisy. You obviously had fun. I have scars on my arm to prove it. I had fun making you cum. (or did you? I asked after. And you said, “maybe.” Don’t tell me you still don’t know how to cum. It’s fine if you don’t I would...
“…where men hungering for love destroy everything lovable about them.”
– Chapter 2. Cannery Row - John Steinbeck
The Magic of Strip Clubs and Making Out
lastweeksdate:
A friend once told me that after he and his girl broke up, he was really depressed. But then went to a strip club (i think he got a lap dance or two) and like magic he got his mojo back, and back in the scene he went.
Well I had an awesome makeout sess and now I am ready to roll again. What was I thinking? Making out is my inspiration.
mwaaah
I seriously need to make out with...
August 2008
10 posts
footnote
The night was topped off with a blow job.
This other girl at the party gave me one in a dark corner a few meters from my friends. It was a drunken orgasm. It was exciting to say the least. It was good. Yet it was somehow mechanical. I expected to get some action and I got it. I normally would not say it was a “blowjob” to give it a bit of meaning other than a sexual act. But it was...
party
I am relatively pleased with myself.
Well, she wasn’t at the party. Her boyfriend naturally wasn’t there as well. She told me she wouldn’t go. But she wanted me to know two things:
1.) She got her period.
2.) She wants me around.
I know, I might be just mis-interpreting that from this scenario:
She needs someone to accompany her for an out of town project. It is an unspoken...
my secrets have secrets
I’m currently trying to negotiate with myself on how to say things which have happened to me. The true story is not always as fairytale-like as everybody wants to have or believe in. In fact, people would rather be fooled by smoke and mirrors than truly knowing the mundane, yet significant, and not always beautiful reality behind the dramas of everyday living.
I wonder if I speak out about...
Alright - John Legend
This weekend, she will be...
on not telling anyone
She told me like every other girl I spent the night with, “Don’t tell (insert friend’s name here).”
I have yet to hear someone say, “Please tell your friends!” or just not say anything with regard to that. How bad is it to let someone know that you had sex or did something sexual?
They are secrets, beautiful secrets.
Sometimes being unable to speak about them...
spooning
We were kidding around that day. I knew her from other friends. She was complaining. She said she hated breakups because it meant being celibate for some time. I gave her a look and said ” I’m just around, call me if you’re feeling the urge…” She laughed, but I knew that somehow she wanted it. She smiled.
It was raining that day and we were wet. We had dinner with...
“Being honest is the easiest thing. If you want to go fuck someone else, do it....”
–
M
via http://elasticwaist.com/2008/07/is-it-wrong-to-sleep-with-a-ma.php
moonlit
The sex was great too. Not as good as I wanted. But fun nonetheless.
Too bad I don’t remember everything, I was a bit intoxicated.
The lights were shut. The moon was out. It was somewhat something out of a movie. But I don’t remember the little intricate emotions that one so enjoys in those moments.
She said she’s never experienced it before. I’m not sure. Some women lie...
I slept with a friend who has a boyfriend
Gentlemen, don’t kiss and tell. I’m not one.
It was somewhat easy. He was far. I was near. I was nice. I wasn’t pushy. And I offered no emotional commitments. I am like the drink you get yourself intoxicated with to get over something but without the (emotional) hangover.
I think I like her. A lot. It’s annoying. I can’t have her because I swore off commited...
I have so many secrets
I need to unload these things somewhere.
Here it will stay. You will never know my name.
But you will know my story.