inside. you.

You attempted a kiss once more. I tried to evade, I tried to retreat, but I was too slow, and there wasn't anywhere to back away. Our lips met, and you slid your hand onto my cheeks, holding me firmly. That moment, the fire of passion engulfed me wholly; I couldn't resist you any longer. I leaned forward with our lips locked, pushing you back. Before long, my hands were roaming again, feeling your curves, caressing your skin. I waited for your approval, before slipping my hands down, beneath your black lingerie, it was smooth, clean. You surprised me once again, and this surprise turned me on even more. You let off a moan when I started stroking your clit. That sent me off the edge, it was the final approval I needed. Your moans and breaths got louder, and it wasn't long before I felt the moisture build up. You reached out for my groin, but my pants was in the way. But I didn't help you out, I didn't want to. After a few minutes of fumbling, I felt you petite hands slowly warp around my penis, and abruptly started jerking it. It felt amazing. Much to our annoyance, we were disturbed by a few cars passing. Level 3 of the carpark just wasn't private enough. I suggested that you drive up to the top deck, The sky was black and there weren't much cars parked there. The darkness would be our curtains. You parked at a secluded lot, and we continued making love. This time, you leaned towards my crotch, and I felt your lips touched the tip of my penis. Jolts of intense pleasure just shot through me, as you took my penis into your mouth and tasted it with your tongue. I flickered in and out of consciousness, as the sensual pleasure overwhelmed my senses. You blow job was great, but I had a stronger desire to drive you off the edge. I suggested we moved to the back seat. It wasn't long before your pants were off. You laid on the seats, eyes closed, bottom naked. Only our heavy breathing disturbed the silence around us. My mouth made its' way to your crotch, and I began alternating between licking and sucking. I felt your body spasm as I increased the pace. "put it in" you exclaimed. There wasn't any thought in my head, just instincts. I drew closer to you, and you guided my head in. This was the point of no return. I thrust in, and the moment I entered, I felt your body contract; you gripped onto my body, and let off a groan. You felt tight, really tight, that it didn't feel like I was inside you, but against you. It wasn't until a few seconds later that I started buckling my hips, thrusting in and out, and it wasn't long before I felt the pressure build up in my penis. I pulled out and shot onto your stomach. We laid there making out. Your eyes, they begged for more, but I was weak, thus, slid a finger in, a finger or two/three. My fingers teased you to come towards me, targeting your G-spot, and the teasing was taking effect, I could tell you were in a trance. After many groans and heavy breaths, I felt your body tense once again, this time, I felt your vaginal walls clamping down on my fingers. I took my fingers out, all three were bleeding. I was taken aback a lit, but nonetheless, we continued the embrace, you lying on my lap, for the next 40 minutes.

Mount Sophia

At the steps we sat,

it was just you and me, 

hidden behind the buildings, 

toilet sex

I imagined that we would have romantic passionate sex, in my house, in my room. However, life doesn't always go according to what we imagined it to be, in fact, life always throws us a ridiculous curve ball, it is hard to see it coming.
I have fantasized about toilet sex, but I never thought that it would happen to me. It all started when I asked if I could learn how to unhook your bra with one hand. Unfortunately I still am not able to do so. Nonetheless, it was the first time I saw you completely naked, and gosh you are just gorgeous. I am sorry for making you gag when I ejaculated into your mouth, but my god, that was the most intense feeling ever.
The remaining of the semester is going to be very interesting, very exciting.

kiss me just so quietly

They say love is blind, because love is irrational, and only those experiencing it at that moment will be able to fully fathom it. Passion is the worst.

I don't want to keep writing about us, I want to give some time between each post. But time has the ability to erase irrationality, and our experience will never be fully logical. I want us to remember the passion we share for each other now, and I will try my best to translate the passion into words.

Let us start with the attraction. It is your awkward conversations and sheepish laughter. Your eyes, so intense. Your feminine lips, the way it pouts so subtly when we make out. Your touch, the way you place your arms around my neck, hugging me tight. Your soft moans, telling me you have been yearning for my kiss. Your heavy breathing, as you expire passion.

I love your personalities, both of them, and how they conflict with each other, but yet creating this mystique that surrounds you. In the morning, you could be the goofy, geeky girl, and in the evening, your eyes would be flirting with me, and at night, you might be crying. It confuses me sometimes, it drives me crazy sometimes, but it makes this experience so intelligent and interactive.

I love those moments, when we would hide flirts in the conversation we have with our classmates, and our eyes would meet knowingly. I love those moments, whenever we bid each other farewell, as I see you longing for me to stay just a bit longer, and I feel it in our embrace. I love those moments, when we make out, our tongues fighting with each other so fervently, as we push against one another.  I love that moment, when you pull me behind the pillar, and kissed me just so quietly.

They say passion is like a fire, and it will consume you. My lover, our experience will never be logical, and it will look ridiculous when we look back and try to understand our actions in the future, but I want you so badly now, it is driving me crazy, like the fire of passion consuming me.

Monday

When you suggested that we shouldn't meet on monday,
in my mind, I was forming so many excuses against it,
but hey, you are right, this is what we agreed on,

I guess we do need some time off,
else the passion is only going to burn us,
thank you for being the better lover,

Movie on monday then?
After all, I do owe you that much.

20mins of passion

We made out in the car park again,

Our tongues fought with fervor,
and I tasted your passion,
as I bit your lips.

I pushed you against the car,
and pressed my body against yours,
as I felt your heart race.

My hands roaming up your body, to your face,
and I gently nibbled your neck,
as you let out soft moans.

Tonight may have been a mistake,
I wasn't planning to make out.
I gave one too many kisses,
I gave in.
I'm losing touch of this game.
Maybe I won't meet you tomorrow,
besides, we have papers next week.

not intoxicated

Before I start, I apologize for sounding so arrogant today, looking back at how I acted in front of you, I might have gotten too carried away with my confidence. I hope I know what I am doing, but I also wish you know what you are getting yourself into. I am still haunted by my past, and I do not want history to repeat itself, but I want to pick myself up too. Anyways, I haven't been writing lately, school work has been keeping me really busy. But after today, I cannot delay this post anymore. In my archives, I have a piece titled "make love to me if you wish". But that was the beginning, the flirtatious texts, the intimate conversations. Here we are now, we did it, we kissed, I got to taste your lips again, your beautiful slim lips, it has a deep feminine allure to it. I've been wanting to do this again, and this time we did it right, sort of. In my mind, I've imagined numerous different scenarios on how our intimacy would play out. I never thought it would happen at the Carpark, at the last moment. But that moment, I thought I saw your eye lit up, just before it shut close, just before our lips met. That look that you gave me, it was extremely sexy. After our embrace, you offered to drop me off at my block, we were in the car, when you started mumbling about how this kiss meant nothing to me, about how I would forget all this by tonight. I assure you, I won't, I will not for a very long time, after all, I think I am a rather sentimental person, after all, I do have a dairy, occasions, thoughts, moments, I pen them all down. So darling don't despair, I won't forget you. You also asked me whether my confession "I would love to make love with you" was true. I couldn't answer. I'm afraid of saying the wrong things, cause words may vary in gravity to different people, and as much as I can, I do not want to hurt anybody emotionally again. Sex is just an action/activity, making love involves emotions, which is something much more complex, I totally agree with you on this. But ironically, I do not believe that "making love" necessarily meant love was involved, no doubt it will be ideal, but life isn't always ideal. I believe, however, lust is the definite emotion attached to "making love". So according to my perspective, I do agree that what I said was true. And please don't get the idea that sex/making love, doesn't mean a thing for me. I did have sex with someone I didn't see a future with, with someone I didn't love, but that doesn't mean the experience wasn't exhilarating. Of course I alive being intimate, else why would people pursue it. Besides, I am sexually open, not sexually active, nor passionately active. When our lips met, my heart was racing fast, my skin was radiating lust, my senses overwhelmed. Anyways, you won today, that look you gave me, that kiss you gave me, intense!

p.s. pardon my dry lips and my bad kissing, this kiss wasn't perfect yet, if you wish to, lets do it again, this time, perfect.