Writings about climax (2)
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Carnal

Submitted by on October 21, 2014 (2 years ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, Tagalog | Categories: Mature | Tags:



Chapter XXIV: Davideo and Cherry Lou!

"Lilac" sabi ko nung kakatapos lang naming magtalik ni ma'am Chello "what did you say?" tanong niya sa akin "amoy lilac ka" sabi ko sa kanya na nagtaka siya "its not lilac you idiot" sagot niya na kinagat ako sa dibdib. "Aray!" nakita kong ngumiti siya at sabing "if you are going to mess this relationship up, i'm going to snap your neck and kill you" banta niya sa akin na napalunok ako ng laway sa narinig ko. "YOU'D BETTER LIVE UP TO THAT PROMISE, DAVIDEO" sigaw niya sa akin na bumangon ako ng dahan-dahan at napapangiwi dahil sa hapdi ng sugat ko sa balikat at sumara uli ang pintoan ng elevator kaya sumandal uli ako. Nakita kong galit na galit na nakatingin si Gina kay ma'am Chello "FUCKING BITCH" sigaw ni Gina kay ma'am Chello na lumingon siya sa akin at sabing "ito ba ang sinasabi mong gulo?" na niyuko ko lang ang ulo ko at hindi ako sumagot.

"ALAM MO BA ANG GINAWA NG HAYOP NA YAN SA KAPATID KO?" sigaw ni Gina "BINUNTIS NIYA AT INIWAN PARA SAYO! PUTA KA CHELLO! PUTA KA!" galit na sigaw ni Gina kay ma'am Chello "is what this woman saying is true, Davideo?" tanong ni ma'am Chello sa akin na hindi man lang ako tiningnan "... Oo ..." sagot ko na napapikit ako at naluha. "TIRA-TIRA NALANG ANG SAYO, CHELLO HAHAHA, kawawa ka naman nagtatyga ka sa taong kinantot na ng iba haha...

Bus Stop

Submitted by on July 24, 2014 (2 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.
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