Posted in Story: Fiction, Taglish | Categories: BDSM, Erotic Couplings, Mature, Romance | Tags: sex, oral sex, Erotic, BDSM, couplings
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
New Year na naman at kagaya ng nakagawian, reunion time once again with my family members. Taon-taon, I’m looking forward to this occasion kasi aside sa ito lang yung chance na magkita-kita kami ng mga relatives ko, it’s my time to shine din dahil walang palya, palaging may talent portion sa programme namin. Pang intermission number, kumbaga. Minsan dancing queen ang kinakarir ko, but most of the time sing a song ang peg. Plan ko nga mag declamation this year pero binatukan ako ng Ermats ko. Seryoso daw na talent dapat, so tinanong ko sya “Ma, kung hindi seryosong talent ang declamation, ibig sabihin, nung pinapasali mo ako sa school nung elementary ako, nagtatangahan lang tayo nun?” Ayun, mga one week lang naman akong hindi kinausap ng Ermats ko. What the heck!
At eto na nga, patapos na naman ang buong araw na gathering. It has been fun dahil every year, nadagdagan ang family member namin ng kung hindi asawa ni ganito, ay another anak ni ganyan. Habang hinihintay ko na tawagin ako ng tita ko for my final performance,, nilapitan ako ng pamangkin kong 4 years old na babae.
“Tita, this is for you.” Sabay abot ng plastic na sunflower na kinuha yata sa isang v...
Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags: sex, couplings
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......