Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags: dream
Box-shaped dimension,we locked,
where burning fire is a pleasing light.
Bodies starts to ignite,
like a melting snow,
we wash ourselves of ourselves.
Flame of your core,I sniffed,
in the melodies of your grasping breath.
Tounges dousing our thirsty lips,
like a clear waters,
we quench to our reflection.
Sultry sodden skins,they collide,
as mine devoured by your parting flesh.
Ecstactic motion slowly drips our essence,
until it floods our souls.
And like a free spirits,
we float together to the vastness of the
Posted in Story: Fiction, Taglish | Categories: Romance | Tags: masturbation, dream
"Ahhhh hmmmmm ah ah ah ah ah
Shi-yeeeeet! I'm coming naaaaah!"
"Fuck you sweetie!
Sarap mo manggising hmmmm good morning hmmmm stop licking me, please...."
Napadilat ako. I'm alone. In my room. In my apartment.
"Whoa! Who was that guy? Bakit lagi sya sa panaginip ko? And we are always having sizzling hot sex."
May dumila sa kamay left hand ko. Si Todd lang pala dumidila sa pisngi ko kanina.
(Todd is my 1 year old siberian huskie, my baby since my last relationship ended 8 months ago)
"Fuck! Anu ba ito. Nasa pussy ko pa 2 fingers ko. Ooops, multi-tasking again, dreaming na masturbating pa. Ang hot talaga panaginip ko kanina. Buti hindi pussy ko dinilaan ni Todd. Haist, basa na naman ang bed sheet ko sa pawis, daig ko pa nagexercise nito...Oh my...is this my pussy juice here. Geesh, parang may tumapon na isang basong tubig dito! Tipid nga sa damit pantulog, ang dalas naman magpalit ng bedsheet. Hay. Ang libog mo Celeste!"
"Tara na nga Todd. Let's drink water then get ready for our jog."
Gave Todd his water and a biscuit as treat. Downed 2 glasses myself then walked right back to my room. Nagfreshen up saglit - fashed face, brush teeth, put day cream, wash my malagkit na puke from the morning fingering. Nagsuot ng panty, pumili ng sports bra, shorts and sando for jogging. Grabbed a pair of socks and headed to the door for my running shoes and out of the house.
Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: dream, sandman, sleep, sand
"As the Sandman comes, and pours his sands upon you,
as you close your eyes, I hope you'd see it too.
that during this such time of incoming stupor-
it may be the chance for you to see the future."...
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Fetish, Mature | Tags: fantasy, dream
It was an unusually hot evening. I had just finished taking a bath. I know the next day would come early for me. Will be busy again with paperworks, with meetings…. ahhhhhhh. I’m bored with my life, wala na bang bago, walang excitement. My first one: an 8:30 a.m. breakfast meeting for BSPs newest project. So I have to get up early for a run-down of presentations.
A small nightlight burned next to my bed and four scented candles flickered around my room as I read the information and the documents given by my boss, Jem for tomorrow’s presentation. It was a little after 10:00 p.m. when I decided that I had enough. I turned the lights off to get some sleep before that dreaded meeting.
I tossed and turned in my warm bedroom – fighting hard to sleep. Wala talaga, throwing off the covers and my pajama (left only my pajama top and pink cotton panty), I got up and paced the room. With nothing to do, I opened the window and let the cool night air in.
I am 30 years old, single – my dad is the only living relative but he’s a thousand miles away. My life, as my friends says is monotonous, very dull, nothing is exciting about me either. Just a simple woman with simple interests and needs. Haizzzzz … I looked up in the sky … I’m really getting bored with my life. I am 5’6” in height, 130 pounds and now – gaining (sarap kumain eh), w/ long-straight black hair – my friends and the people who knew me tells me that I have a striki...