Cliff was in town three weeks ago. Due to my new work schedule, my period was delayed a week so when Cliff arrived, it was on its fourth day. I never did like fucking during my period, no matter what Marge says. She does it with tampons; I just find it extremely repugnant.
Cliff was adamant that I spend the night, despite the complication. I had quite a time fending him off as he tried to take my panties off. He kept saying he didn't mind; I kept reminding him that I did. But I took pleasure in his hard cock. After rubbing my breasts all over his body, and having him suck on my nipples for a time, I rubbed my face against his hot, erect cock. He moaned in pleasure. I licked the shaft up and down slowly, listening to his soft moans. As his cock started pulsating, I nibbled around the head, licking at it at times. More moans.
Finally, I took the head in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. My excitement heightened as his moans turned into groans of pleasure. I opened my mouth wide and took him all in, my tongue wrapping around the shaft. Oooh, but he was hard, and pulsating strongly inside my mouth. He felt good.
I sucked gently, slowly increasing in pressure while he pulled on my hair gently. His thrusts became more urgent as my mouth and tongue worked furiously; his fingers buried themselves in my hair as my own gripped tightly around his cock. His balls were tight and almost pulled into the shaft by now, and I could feel him trying to keep it all in. I was aware that he could explode into my mouth anytime and knew that I should pull back, let him finish it on his own, but I couldn't stop. He felt so good and was groaning deeply. But I had to. The moment I pulled back, he fell exhausted on the bed. I waited a few seconds, but he just lay there, panting.
Jet lag. The guy was too tired to cum on his own. It wasn't a big disappointment, really. It was enough to have heard him groan in pleasure.
The week after, we were fucking on the couch in his hotel room. It felt really good, especially with me on top, riding him for a long time. I had my knees up, feet planted firmly beside his pelvis. I was controlling the pace and it felt good. I learned that from Ana. Apparently, guys like it as well. Cliff was so excited by it, he couldn't make up his mind. He'd grab me suddenly and push me down on the cushions, make a few hard thrusts, then fall back, pulling me on top of him. This went on for some time, then he pulled me to the bed.
I felt very stimulated and was creaming a lot by that time. I offered my backside to him and he obliged by thrusting his cock deep from behind. Cliff's dick, however, isn't made for doggie-style, and he's always very conscious of being gentle so his thrusts aren't all that effective. So he pushed me down on the bed and fucked me deeply till he shuddered and emptied himself in me. I'd cum several times but not squirted, which was too bad since I needed the release.
I miss Tom's cock all the more now. Size does make a difference. I've been working pretty hard these past few weeks; I need to squirt and a lot! TIS is getting very frustrated. I'm hoping that I get to see my Dale next week. I need his magic fingers.
pinoy
I've been trying to avoid any thoughts of lust, and I've just had a confession this morning. I can't help it but read your blog. You really have a good talent on writing and the narration looks soo vivid. I'm almost tempted to indulge to temptations... Ika nga, the way to beat temptation is to succumb to it...
I'm just really wondering if any of these happened in real life... hehe
Emyn Galad
There is a discussion group on the net participated in by young Filipino men, most in their 20s, who hold the theory that TIS is a fictive creature. Of all the readers of my blog, it is the Filipino men who always ask, "Is she for real?"
I appreciate your appreciation of my writing talent, but the talent was honed because of the stories, not the other way around. I am not that imaginative to simply conjure up a scene and have it spew out of my pen so easily.
Suffice it to say that I live a life that most could only dare to dream of. It takes more than courage to stare truth in the face and survive its terror; it also requires that one is alive and accompanied by his wits.
But that's another story...
pinoy
well, it could have been said that you could be one of those fictitious characters in the net. Similar to John Titor who was supposedly from the future and came back and wrote a blog and advise our current generation that a nuclear holocaust is coming after a US civil war. And yes, if that civil war happens in 2005-2008 as predicted then that would confirm if he is real or not.
Any way, your mystery continous to intrigue most people including me and I guess we will never know not unless there is a proof of life :) My gut tells me your real. Keep on blogging, Emyn.
Emyn Galad
Well said! LOL!
Your guts serve you well! Always glad to have people who enjoy life aboard!
ton
hey, long time no read.
i suppose you have to appreciate it prima facie. Besides, there's no other way as it is an anonymous blog.
a.J. ("( 'o', )
it's nice to meet someone as honest and open-minded as you. quite refreshing. i hope to read more interesting and promising posts.
thanx... i was having the worst day ever, and now... iM aLL better.
Emyn Galad
Hey, guys! Thanks for dropping by!
jay o' brien
grabe pang xerex!
Alexa
I can't even work when its my time. I have to tell everyone I'm busy.
Emyn Galad
For an idea of what or who Xerex Xaviera is, click
here.
Another indication that Filipino men have a difficult time accepting that there are women who actively engage in sex.
Emyn Galad
Oh! And hi, Alexa! Hope you still find time to have fun! Remember, all sex and no play makes Jane a dull gal!
