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Strangers on a Train

Submitted by on October 22, 2014 (3 years ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, Taglish | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Interracial Sex, Mature | Tags: ,

Author's Note. This is a work of fiction. Ano mang pagkakatulad sa tunay na pangyayari ay hindi sinasadya. 

Wendy stood on the platform at Osaka's Umeda Train Station and congratulated herself for leaving the university early. Malapit na naman ang rush hour, kung saan magkakasabay na sasakay ng train ang mga estudyateng katulad nya, mga empleyado sa opisina at iba pang manggagawang nagmamadaling umuwi. Naisip nya na baka sakaling sa pagkakataon na ito ay makaupo na sya sa tren. Medyo malayo din ang kanyang byahe pauwi sa apartment na kanyang nirerentahan kasama ang isa pang exchange student na galing naman ng Thailand.

Si Wendy ay isang Pilipinang estudyante na nagkaroon ng pagkakataong makapag aral sa isang unibersidad sa Osaka, Japan sa pamamagitan ng isang student exchange program. Kumukuha siya ng kursong Economics at nagtatrabaho ng part time sa Asian Community Research Center bilang researcher/office staff sa unibersidad na kanyang pinapasukan.

Magkahalong pagod at antok, hinagod nya ang buhok at batok habang nakatingin sa mga sa mga white gloved pushers na nagbabantay sa tuwing nagsasakay ng pasahero ang nga tren.They will politely shove as many commuters as possible onto the waiting trains. Dumating ang tren sampung minuto bago mag alas singko at nakahinga sya ng maluwag. Katulad ng dati, wala na namang bakanteng upuan at wala din nag offer ng upuan sa kanya. Pag andar ng tren, napansin nya ang 2 babaeng Japanese high...

A New Day

Submitted by on September 30, 2014 (3 years ago)
Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: , ,

...for a very long time I tried to hold still
I contained myself, frozen stiff, unmoving

Then one day a warm wind spun itself around me
Defrosting me and throwing me off balance

I was moving, stumbling, turning and with each changing motion
   Came new freedom and surprises
I am no stone structure...I AM ALIVE.....


A Shower Experience

Submitted by on September 24, 2014 (3 years ago)
Posted in Confession: True Story, Taglish | Categories: Erotic Couplings, First Time, Interracial Sex, Mature | Tags: ,

A/N. This happened a few weeks ago when I was in Guatemala. A Personal Journey...

It was late morning, am still at my dorm, just finished a project for my class and reading stories here sa FSS. Matagal ko ng hindi ginagawa magbasa ng stories dito but some stories caught my attention recently that  I began reading. Maganda nga ang istorya kasi nakaramdam ako ng libog, libog na matagal ko ng hindi nararanasan.

As i was reading, hindi ko naiwasang haplusin sng maseselang bahagi ng aking katawan. I was even moaning. then I saw the clock on the wall, fuck kailangan ko ng maligo at kumain, may klase pa ako. I gathered my robe, towel and bathing paraphernalia and went to the dorm centralized showers. Since it was late morning wala ng naliligo at malamang paubos na ang hot water kaya pasensyahan na lang sa lamig ng tubig. I went into one of the cubicles and get naked. Pagbukas ko ng gripo, eow may mainit pa buti naman, kaya dali dali kong tinapat katawan ko sa tubig.

As I was soaping myself, shit naramdam ko na naman ang init na gustong kumawala sa katawan ko,ang paninigas ng utong ko. Hindi ko na talaga kayang tiisin pa. I started touching my right breast then the nipples, letse lalong tumigas. ang isang kamay ko naman ay naglakbay pababa sa pussy ko. 

Napakagat labi ako, impit ang mga ungol. sumandal ako sa wall at dahan dahang ipinasok finger sa pussy ko. Tangina, ang init. nanginginig ako. Sa tagal na hindi ko ito ginagawa, para akon...


Submitted by on September 12, 2014 (3 years ago)
Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags: ,

His love is solid, smooth as a pane of glass, all wrinkles disappear
Then just when I think he doesn't need me anymore...
      He did...and we stroll his bed in lilac air

Afternoon acrobats, even in pillow sacks, we find new angles of entrance
You promised to protect my elbow, I your knees and of course our joined organs

Resting, grateful for the lull between comings, your finger hums in my ass
I hang from the air at the back of your neck
   It is you who keeps me from falling when the orgasms came in

No stretching, murmuring peace, we groom a bit,
    you showed me the knee that you banged the last time when
        we were in haste as we fold in the fleece of sleep

You are my sword and my ladder up
Lying here, you put the boots on my legs and say, "go purr"
I set out to conquer us...and I do
     that day we had three...and I was to embarassed to ask for a fourth......

ganitong malamig

Submitted by on August 14, 2014 (3 years ago)
Posted in Poem: Tagalog | Categories: Erotic | Tags: ,

....ganitong malamig

      yayakapin kita
         hindi lang ang bisig
          kundi itong mga hitang
           naghahanap ng kaniig.......

To Love without Holding

Submitted by on August 12, 2014 (3 years ago)
Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags: , ,

Learning to love differently is hard
Love with hands wide open
Love with the doors banging in their hinges,
     the cupboard unlocked,
     the wind roaring and whimpering in the rooms,
          rustling the sheets and snapping the blinds that sounds like rubber bands
              being thwacked in an open palm;

It hurts to love wide open
Stretching the muscles that feels as if they are made of wet plaster,
         then of blunt knives,
            then of sharp knives;

It hurts to thwart the reflexes of grab, of clutch,
         to love and let go again and again
It pesters ro remember the lover who's not on the bed;
         to hold back what is owned to the work that gutters like a candle in the cave without air
To love unconsciously,conscientiously,  concretely, constructively;

I can't do it, you say it's killing me
But we thrive, we glow on the street like a neon raspberry
We float and sail, a bright blue helium balloon and bobbing
         on the cold and hot winds of our breath
As we make and unmake the passionate rhythm of our unbound bonding
To have and not to hold
To love with min...

V Questionnaire (for ladies only)

Submitted by on August 9, 2014 (3 years ago)
Posted in Blog: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: , ,

The following questions came from the book, The Vagina Monologues by Eve Ensler. The author interviewed women and the result of the interview was later published and became a stage play. The questions are for ladies only...

1. If your vagina get dressed, what would it wear?

2. If your vagina could speak, what would it say in 2 words?

3. What does your vagina reminds you of?

4. What's so special about your vagina?

5. What does your vagina smell like?


Women's Sensuality

Submitted by on August 2, 2014 (3 years ago)
Posted in Blog: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: , , ,

You don't have to be a size 8, have a big ass and large breasts, a small waist, swing your hips, and show copious amounts of cleavage to entice a man. I'm not saying those things aren't sexy. Of course they are; but there's much more to what makes a woman alluring... and men instinctively know this.

Confidence is one of the sexiest things in a woman, many men say; but it's deeper than confidence. What men are really picking up on when they see a woman with that gleam in her eyes, that sultry smile on her face, is the self-awareness of sensuality.

Sexuality is usually associated with sensuality; and though there is a strong correlation between the two, you can be sexual without being entirely sensual, and you can certainly be sensual without being sexual.

Women who are aware of what feels good to them, what arouses their senses (not only their sexual ones) ooze sensuality. A knowingness. These women understand this looks like confidence, but smells like seduction. Empowerment. Being in possession of yourself.

It doesn't matter if you're a size 6 or a size 32. If you've got it, you've got it. And men know it when you walk in a room or look them in the eye.

But this smoldering self-awareness is not about gaining the attention of men, either.

Real sensuality becomes so... intoxicating, so enchanting ... when its power is harnessed with the intention of being whole, of expressing the fiery, vibrant woman withi...

Bus Stop

Submitted by on July 24, 2014 (3 years ago)
Posted in Confession: True Story, English | Categories: First Time | Tags: , ,

My bus pulled away from the bus stop as I rounded the corner. Damn? I said top myself. At least there was a bench and still warm in the July twilight. A man  was sitting at the far end of the bench and his face hidden behind the newspaper he was reading. I looked at my watch, the next bus wasn't due for 20 minutes. I wasn't in any particular hurry but I sighed, already bored.

I looked casually at the man on the other side of the bench, The tip of his head is the only thing visible. He had wavy dark brown hair. His clothes and bearing indicated he's not from here as I am. I glanced around and looked again at my watch, 15 minutes more. I wished that he put his paper down so I could see his face.

I coughed and the paper rattled but did not lower, I wasn't used being ignored. I looked at the hands holding the paper, they were well cared for, rather large and deeply tanned. Large hands, large penis was that it? or was it large feet, large penis? Was I thinking about penis because I hadn't had any in months?

Suddenly, he lowered the paper and looked directly at me. The eyes that met mine were dark and unreadable in the dusk. It was not a handsome face but rugged with a sensuous mouth. For a melting moment I fantasized his mouth on mine, our tongue's touching. He couldn't have been more than 40. For an intense instant I held my breath then he went back reading, his face diasappeared again. My breathing resumed slightly faster than before.

The Shape of the feeling (thoughts on orgasm)

Submitted by on July 19, 2014 (3 years ago)
Posted in Blog: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: , ,

What does an orgasm look like? Is it like fish shooting out in all different directions from a pebble dropped in their pond? Or is it like popcorn popping all over?

Some start out with a burning but fizzle and some start as misfires but suddenly, way up in the sky, just when you thought they were gone, spread out into the most brilliant umbrella...

My orgasms don't come that easily...

They often play hide and seek like the keys I can hear but can't find, at the bottom of my satchel;

I have slight orgasms like I have slight headaches. I wish two paracetamols could cure both;

It takes me so long to reach orgasm, I feel like I am on a freeway caught in a major traffic jam;

I always feel hungry after an orgasm, perhaps because I never felt licked clean;

The Orgasm was dead on arrival, like a tired bubble meandering on the top of an old bottle of Perrier water gone flat;

The orgasm teases like a fish I can feel down below, nibbling on the bait but never grabbing the hook;

It is senseless to pursue my orgasm, I am like a kitten licking and licking the bowl after the milk is long gone;

I have orgasms that feel like they are happening somewhere else, perhaps in a foreign country;

Sometimes I got frustrated about it. In the same way I became frustrated when I'm hungry for something I can't quite put my finger on. Often times I won't eat or masturbate whic...

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