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In this Time of His Mourning, Our Deepest Condolences for SK

Submitted by on November 6, 2015 (2 years ago)
Posted in Blog: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags:

SK lost his dad yesterday evening. We are moved by his loss.

In times of death, we hope we could put aside our differences and be there for our friend and his family.

We would like to ask prayers for the soul of SK's dad.


Lord, I come to you know for my friend. I come to you to ask that you provide them strength and comfort in this time of deep need. Their hurt and grief run so deep. I feel so much pain for them, but I can only imagine how hard this time must be for them. I pray that you help them maintain their faith in you during this difficult time.

I know you can be our greatest shoulder, but I also ask that you remain their biggest provider. It is a time when daily life can be so burdensome. Please provide patience from others as they work through their grief. Surround them with understanding so that they can work through all the emotions this loss brought up. In this time when so many things get lost - bills need to be paid, homework needs to be done, etc. - allow those around them to help keep regular life on track.

And Lord, allow me to be a comfort to my friend. Help me be what they need during this time. Provide me with the comforting words, the kindness in my heart, the patience to allow the grief to take it's course. Let me be part of your light and comfort during this time.

I pray these things in your holy name. Amen.

Peace... in Nothingness...

Submitted by on June 2, 2015 (2 years ago)
Posted in Blog: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags:

Peace... in Nothingness...The following content cannot be re-published or reproduced in any manner without permission from the author.
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The lives inside of me are struggling to crawl out, trying to be free, trying to remind me that I have once lived them. These lives try to become me again. I can feel them nudging and budging, rendering nothing but pain in the process..

Memories, images of what I were rush through my head like a bullet train, leaving me blind, leaving me restless. I have been standing at my bedroom door, but now, I am crouched down low, tucking my head between my arms, as if trying to block the memories from escaping…

I try to chase those memories, to put a name to them, but they only flash before my eyes.

I try to scream, but my voice stops at my throat, and only a hoarse whisper comes out, barely audible.


They all shout inside of me, but all I can hear are hushed voices… Shh.. I need my focus.. Shh.. I try to grasp a piece of my sanity..

Then, the crawling stops, knowing that they have no escape. Knowing that they are bound to me until I leave this world.


Breathing... I hear heavy breathing. Probably my own, but I am too disoriented, too demented to determine the source..

Ahhhh!!! Just as soon as they stopped, here they begin again, no more crawling out. But they are scratching from my insides, tearing up my flesh!!! I...

French Kisses: Cinquième Chapitre

Submitted by on April 2, 2015 (3 years ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Romance | Tags: ,

French Kisses: Cinquième ChapitreSO, folks, this is the final chapter for this series. I hope you guys like it. Comments will be highly appreciated.


When I reached my office, Rain was already there, sipping a cup of Frappuccino.

“I thought of just going back to my place, rather than we talk here in your cafe. People might hear.”

I smiled, “Brilliant idea. Why didn’t you just text me? Or call?”

“I was about to. But then a woman dressed in skin tight jeans and a blue shirt just walked in. So my plan didn’t happen.”

“This crazy man in a black polo shirt and leather jeans is so funny he doesn’t always say things straightforwardly.”

“Je suis votre homme fou.” – I’m your man, crazy.

I raised my eyebrows. I understood it alright, but I just shrugged it off and trotted my way to the table, sat on it, and gave him a pinch on the right cheek.

Rubbing his pain-inflicted face, he stood up and picked up the package just behind me, and walked out the door, as if angry at me. I laughed at his speechless retort, and in just a blink, he was back inside the room, “Are you coming or not?.

“How long is this talk happening?”

“Maybe a whole day?”

“Okay. I’ll call Dane first.”

“What are you gonna say?”


French Kisses: Quatrième Chapitre

Submitted by on April 1, 2015 (3 years ago)
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French Kisses: Quatrième ChapitreComments on the writing will be highly appreciated.
SPOILER ALERT: To those who could have read this story on a previous site, or on my blog, I have revised the end part of this.

“Hi Rain. Happy birthday,” she exclaimed in her angelic voice and smiled, all the while hugging me.

A few weeks before Dane and Rebecca’s wedding was my birthday.

"Hey, crazy. I heard you cancelled your meeting for this."

“Well, yeah. I'm the boss, Haha. Before I forget, here’s my gift for you,” giving me a large paper bag with vector prints on it. I still don’t know what’s with vectors that she finds so amusing.

“You’re the only one who handed me a gift. A first one in years, I may say.”

“Because you’re special to me, wildcat,” she exclaimed. And she did a good job covering it, but I didn’t miss how her voice broke, as if she was on the verge of tears, “Maybe I should go find Dane.”

I responded with a nod and she waved, walking away.

I looked at the package in my hands. Reaching inside the bag, I felt velvet. Taking it out, it was blue, embossed with, guess what, vectors. The package was heavy, but small, just the size of my fist. So I carefully ripped out the sticky tapes, and lifting the lid of the box, I peered what was inside. It seemed like sculpture. So I gingerly pulle...

French Kisses: Troisième Chapitre

Submitted by on April 1, 2015 (3 years ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Romance | Tags: , ,

French Kisses: Troisième ChapitreAfter that night, our next few months of dating was a series of laughter, sweet kisses, gentle, tight hugs, sleeping in each other’s arms, sweet nothings - that always made my heart melt. Now, all of those memories had become a part of the distant past, no chances of ever recurring - maybe.

One day during college, I woke up to see my door ajar with checkered balloons taped on it. They were all a variety of pastel colors.

So with curiosity, I slipped out of bed, put on my slippers and walked out the door. The hallway outside my room was the mouth of a river of flower petals, from roses, to sunflowers, to chrysanthemums, to magnolias, and tulips. It smelled like heaven to me.

'Wow. Whoever bought these must have had their wallet empty.'

I followed where they went. At the end, I turned to the left. After a few meters, I stood in front of our conference hall entrance. I couldn't see anything from the inside because the portal was covered with strings of white fur. I was so enticed looking at the wall of clouds when a cold nose touched my feet. I jumped back before I looked down- a brown shih tzu! With all excitement, I picked it up and held it to my chest.

"Hey honey. Who owns you? Huh? Who's inside? Who's waiting for me?" I said in a baby voice as I petted her.

And then I saw that under the knot of her blue ribbon was a small card.


French Kisses: Deuxième Chapitre

Submitted by on March 31, 2015 (3 years ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Romance | Tags: , ,

French Kisses: Deuxième ChapitreHow Rain made me feel at that moment. I felt like I was crushed, like a little girl who lost her favorite teddy bear on a train ride. My heart cried with his words, and tears fell down. But with all my might, I stopped myself from crying. Dane would think the tears would be from extreme ecstasy anyway.

“Rain, you’re fucking dramatic. I’ll just tell you the details of what’s in store for tonight. Later.”

“Okay then. Bye.”

Rain ended the call. I still felt blank. I haven’t even the heart to enjoy when Dane came inside me.

“Ohhh fuck baby! Fuck! You’re… shit… You’re indescribable.”

I breathed a deep breath. I always wanted to hear these from him, with clothes on. But, he always told me this whenever we’re done with sex. When all his stress from work had been drained out from him. And the heavy pain in his minds exploded and disappeared. ‘Where had his sweetness gone to?’

This is not the way we used to have sex, we used to take our time. We used to cuddle with each other then. But things changed. He just pounds in me until he comes, no more ‘I love you’s, even the soft kisses were gone, the gentle hugs, those heartfelt ‘thank you’s – every sweet thing, gone. ‘Is there anything wrong with me?’

I snapped out of my thoughts and made my way to the washroom, taking all my things with me. I was bu...

French Kisses: Premier Chapitre

Submitted by on March 31, 2015 (3 years ago)
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French Kisses: Premier Chapitre"Double pen? Are you crazy?"

"Baby, please. I wanna try that on you. I wanna know how it feels when you have another cock inside you."

"And who will be the other guy?"




"That's stupid."

"That's my fantasy, please baby?"

"No way. Never in hell will that be happening."

"Oh come on. Your body is singing another tune."

It was only then that I felt his finger inside my pussy. How he got through the fabric of my skirt and my underwear, I don't know.

"When?" I said giving up to his request.

Rain looks much more French to me. His dad and Dane's dad are brothers. And they're both French. My boyfriend has blue eyes, a long sharp nose, dark brown hair and a beautifully chiseled face. His cousin looks a lot like him, except that he has golden brown hair.


"What? So soon?"

"You already said yes."

"I really hate you. You have to take me to that ATL concert in exchange with this."

"Okay. I'll take you to those punks if that's what it takes."

"Hey. You're rude. I love those punks you're talking about."

"I love you too miss punk."

A torrid kiss followed right afte...

Sandy Regrets

Submitted by on March 30, 2015 (3 years ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, Taglish | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Mature, Romance | Tags: , ,


Alas diyes na ng gabi. Pero ewan ko kung bakit meron pang kumailangang magpunta sa condo unit ko. Kahit nayayamot ay dagli akong sumilip sa peephole. Si Josh – ang ex ko, ano kayang ginagawa niya dito?

“Hi Josh. Anong oras na? Di ba maaga pa ang flight mo papunta ng Canada bukas?”

“I want to spend my last night here in the country, with you.”

“What would your fiancee say of me? You should be spending the night with her.”

“Oh come on. I her I’m gonna spend the night exploring the old places I’ve been to.”

“Seems like wala na akong magagawa, so come in Mr. Johnson.”

“Thanks Prinsesa.”

Prinsesa. Yan ang tawag niya sa akin nung kami pa. Siya naman ang prinsipe ko.

“Well, have you eaten dinner? Di pa rin ako kumakain eh.”

“Actually hindi, I last ate at breakfast.”

“Halika muna, kain tayo.”

“Thanks for the offer.”

Nginitian ko nalang siya at nagpunta kami ng dining room. Tinulungan na rin niya ako sa paghahanda ng pagkain. Nang makapagsimula na kami ay binasag ko ang katahimikan.

“So, what brought you here?”

“Wala, just wanna spend my few remaining hours with you.”

“Bakit naman ako pa? Bakit hindi yung barkada mo?”

“Sandy, there’s no way you should talk like that. I just felt like it, okay? Besides, we both know bak...

Ramen Delight

Submitted by on March 30, 2015 (3 years ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, Taglish | Categories: Erotic Couplings, First Time, Romance | Tags: , ,

“Baby, may bisita ka! Bumangon ka na dyan iha,” tawag sa akin ni Mommy.

Akala ko pa man din ay kaninang madaling araw pa sila aalis ni Daddy dahil may business trip sila. Kaninang alas-singko pa naman ako ng umaga gising pero hindi lang talaga ako lumalabas ng kwarto ko.

“Sino ba yan Mommy??” sigaw ko.

“Ayaw niyang sabihin ko. Bumaba ka nalang dito.”

 “Sabihin mo ang corny nya! Si Kuya Mond na naman yan eh!”

“Tinawag ko muna siya dahil bukas pa ang balik ng yaya mo. Walang mag-aalaga sayo! Oh siya. Gagayak na kami ng Daddy mo.”

“Okay Mommy. Ingat kayo.”

Matapos ng ilang minuto ay bumukas ang pintuan ng kwarto ko, si Kuya Mond, may dalang food tray. Di ko pa man nakikita ay alam kong ramen ang iniluto niya. Palagay ko nga ay matagal na siya dito sa bahay, kasi hindi naman ako ipinagluluto ng mga magulang ko kung may lalakarin sila. Matangkad si Kuya Mond, sa tantiya ko ay mga 5’9”. Kayumanngi ang balat niya. Parating seryoso ang mga maliliit niyang mga mata at maninipis na labi, na siyang nagpapalitaw sa kanyang matangos na ilong. Ang katawan naman niya ay papasa para sa isang basketbolista ngunit ang kakahayan lamang niya ay mailalagay mo sa kusina. Isa siyang head chef sa isang sikat na hotel dito sa Pilipinas, hotel na pinalalagian ng mga artista na Pilipino o mga galing sa iba pang bansa.

“Good morning Eliyah.”

“Anong oras ka pa andito sa...

The Knot

Submitted by on March 29, 2015 (3 years ago)
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This was a story I have written a couple years ago.

I'm just lucky enough to have had it saved. I hope you guys like it.

Flames and criticisms on the writing are welcome.


I was straddling him when a question came into my mind.

“Rude brat?”


“What if I let other guys fuck me?”


I leaned down on him and hugged him, “What if I ever had sex with another guy? Would you leave me?”


“Well what?”

“I won’t. I’ll fight for you.”

“Hug me tighter.”


Because I never did that, and I never will.”


“Certain. I love you rude brat.”

“Come on. Resume with what you were doing slowpoke.”

“Slowpoke huh?” and I grinned at him while I sat up again.

On a slow pace, I rode him back and forth.

“Ohhhh. Damn. Don’t torture me. Don’t go slow. You tight pussy. Uhhh.”

“Why don’t we do the spoon rude brat? “I wanna hug you.”

“And I want to feel more of you.”.

“Oh fuck!” I exclaimed as he started fucking me again.

“Hey, no harsh words lady.”

“I’m sorry. I just can’t take it. You’re so great.”

“You know why boys would want to fuck so badly?”