Joined: October 19, 2015 (2 years old)
Writings: 18

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I can make a poem with a blink of an eye
But can hardly make a story for it doesn't need to rhyme.
Tragic and tear jerking scripts are my kind of things
I'm in love with nude paintings but can hardly make erotic writings.
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Call me a curse or just call me blessed. If you can't handle my worst, you ain't getting my best.
Writings submitted by the author (18)
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The Submissive

Submitted by on March 7, 2016 (2 years ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, Taglish | Categories: Fetish | Tags: ,

Anong maarte ka diyan!
Saglit lang kasi, eto ibubuka na!
Fuck! Nakabukaka na nga ee…
Yes, it’s wet. Napangisi ka naman.
Please do... Do slap my clit with that horsetail.
It tickles.

I can feel the sting baby.
Ohh please! Lick it.
Yes there! Lick my clit.
Okay, okay I’ll do as you command.
Aray ko po!
Why did you whip me?
I said yes, masarap!
There you go, am counting with you.
Sabi mo e.

What? Ice cubes, ano gagawin mo diyan?
Ahhhh! Fuck! It’s numbing my pussy lips.
Cold burning, hmmm.
Sige, finger-in mo na.
Sige, ganyan nga, bilisan mo pa pag labas masok.
Aaahhhhh. Shit!
Ayan na ata.
Gosh! Napa-cum na ako.
Papaluin mo na naman ako?
Di ko nga maantay command mo.
Can’t help squirming.

Bakit hinugot mo?
I am listening babe, di lang napigilan.
Pwede bang burat mo na ihampas mo hindi latigo.
Yes, gusto ko na makantot.
You want me to stand up?
Can you just fuck me now.
Okay, okay, sorry, eto uupo na po sa dulo ng kama.
Oh ayan, nakatungkod na isang kamay ko at nakataas na isang paa ko.
Ano? Laruin ko puke ko?
Ganito bang himas gusto mo makita?
Libog na libog ka makita ko kinakalabit tinggil ko ah.

Gosh! Nakakalibog ka rin pala makita nagbabate.

No Longer Kiddie (Song Lyrics)

Submitted by on February 11, 2016 (2 years ago)
Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags:

I may be annoying
I may be stupid
I may be crazy
But am not dumb
You hate my tantrums
You pinch me on my cheeks
Why don't you just kiss on my lips.

You call me "disaster"
You treat me like nightmare
Can't you see am a grown up lady
But you still give me candy.

Don't I smell like sin?
I am no longer sixteen
I've got my booty shaped
Want to have your hand on it?

Quit acting like you're not tempted
Better get cuffs and pin me on the bed
Cut the heck for I've got the flame started
Don't worry am still your cutie patotie
But we'll play this time differently....

There She Smile, There She Laughs

Submitted by on January 27, 2016 (2 years ago)
Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags:

There she smile,
There she laughs,
She is so nice
For she seems to be her every friends' bestie.

There she smile,
There she laughs,
She is a daughter every parent will wish to have
And a sister who can be an alternative mother.

There she smile,
There she laughs,
She's always there when you need her
But if you called and she can't be there
You should be the one looking for her perhaps she's the one in need.

There she smile,
There she laughs,
But she also get mad and cries
Perhaps you also need to listen for she had listened enough to every stories and weeps.

There she smile,
There she laughs,
But she's not numb for she's also a human,
She also get tired of responsibility she shouldn't be carrying.

There she smile,
There she laughs,
She's your friend right?
Do you know what unspoken stories she had?
No, nothing at all for you are too busy with your dramas without acknowledging your listener have her own thing for you never asked how she is.

There she smile,
There she laugh,
She might seem to be a superhero in the making without fancy cape,
But trust me she had enough of the heroic deeds, she's tired being strong.

There she smile,
There she laughs,
She might not be an attention seeker for she have enough,
Praises is not what she needs nor advises,
She just wish she can h...

Six Again

Submitted by on January 25, 2016 (2 years ago)
Posted in Blog: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags:

November, last year. While having coffee at SB SM North Edsa skygarden, I observed a kid (dressed as a princess for trick or treat, I guess) holding her new toy, I observed her excitedly pulling out Elsa (from Frozen) out of it's box. She crinkled her face and then laughed with delight.

I put down my cigarette butt and sighed. I'm having my "me-time", the week seem hell that leaves you worn out and cranky and tired of independent life and adult responsibility.

Perhaps things would improve if I adopted the perspective of a six-year-old. An avid "pretender" as a child, I decided to pretend, for one day to be six again.

I set some basic rules: no bill paying, no outings, no work (I suggest you do this on your day off or you'll have to explain why you are using the laser pointer at work to make a light show in the back room). Since it was my day off that week, I did do my adult chores, only with a new perspective.

I started as soon as I finished work. I took a lollipop, but first rooted for my favorite color- red. I went to a bookstore and picked up a coloring contest sheet. I decided to treat myself to lunch. I went to KFC, ordered chicken and had an extra plate filled with gravy after that I went to McDonald's for hot fudge sundae, burger and fries. I played with my food. I took the burger home since i had room for dessert, I stopped at Ministop and bought gummy worms. I also stopped and played in the mall's play pla...


Submitted by on January 14, 2016 (2 years ago)
Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags:

That feeling when everything is tiring
And darkness seems comforting,
Thinking complicate things,
Body's complaining,

The Bus Encounter

Submitted by on January 13, 2016 (2 years ago)
Posted in Blog: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags:

Earphones' in. Volume's up. While on the bus, I stared outside the window. Watching cars, people and city lights while listening to my playlists. Home stresses me more than work and moment like this relaxes me than partying all night long. I suddenly felt my tears running down my cheeks. Fuck the world! My head screamed. I heard the bus conductor call out "Sm North! Paramount!" Passengers came in and someone sat next to me. It felt like whoever was sitting beside me was staring at me, but I wasn't bothered, or at least pretended not to care. After a couple of minutes...

"Miss?" the stranger said. "Panyo..." he continued. He got a handkerchief on his hand and I ignored it.

"Wag mo na yun iyakan, eto gamitin mo muna.." I was dumbfounded, "eh?"

"Kung sino man iniiyakan mo, hayaan mo na," he quickly added. I was pissed, so I turned to look at him.

"Close tayo?" I replied. He's crazily smiling, the jerk is cute and obviously tall (6footer, I guess) yun pa talaga napansin ko e nagpupunas pa ko ng luha.

"Excuse me? Hindi lahat ng iniiyakan po ay lovelife, no thanks, di ko kelangan panyo mo sir, I'm fine." I uttered as I tried to compose myself.

"It's fine Miss, bago lang to..", he insisted.

"Di ka rin makulit noh? Bago man yan o hindi... I said I am okay!" I exclaimed with indifference.

"I don't mean to...

A Song for LDR

Submitted by on January 11, 2016 (2 years ago)
Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: , , ,

Remembering your touch
Feeling your caress
Missing every part of you
Feeling like this everyday.

Even if your miles away
I can feel you love me
Distance didn't matter
Our love grows deeper
And we are next to forever.

Temptation seems all around
But there's nothing to worry about
I'll die before i damage
This union we have shared.

Sarcasm Overload

Submitted by on January 4, 2016 (2 years ago)
Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags:

I look at you
You look at me
I look away so you won't see
This is no longer a love story
For you've been a nightmare to me.

You want me back really?
Mind throwing a welcome party?
Oh dear! quit being funny
For this is not a comedy
And I'm now doing fine by myself baby....

Pagpaparaya (Song Lyrics)

Submitted by on January 1, 2016 (2 years ago)
Posted in Poem: Tagalog | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags:

Humakbang ka na palayo
Basta mag-iwan ng panyo
Bitawan na ang aking kamay
Alam ko sayo'y may naghihintay.

Huwag isipin ang aking pagluha
Pabaon ko sayo'y ating ala-ala
Isama mo na rin itong kanta
Okay lang ako, wag mag-alala.

Mas gugustuhin ko na makita ka
Sa piling ng iba
Kaysa sa piling ko na 'di masaya
Huling halik aking hiling
Pikit matang tatanggapin
Na mula ngayon... hindi ka na akin....

Ghost Of Past

Submitted by on December 29, 2015 (2 years ago)
Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: ,

They quarrel
I listen
He shouts
She trembles
He’s leaving
She’s pleading
I cry and cry myself to sleep.

He’s tactless
He’s gone
We were forgotten
She’s miserable
She weeps
I listen
I cry and cry myself to sleep.

He’s gone
She’s desperate
She’s leaving
I’m pleading
I was forgotten
I cry and cry that I can’t sleep at night;
I am haunted by this so called... past.


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