Writings about dropdeaddiva (46)
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Murder, She Wrote

Submitted by on July 11, 2015 (2 years ago)
Posted in Blog: Tagalog | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags:

I had a dream about you the other night. We're tangled up in your sheets and the room was pitch dark. It was the first time in a long time that I allowed myself to sleep in a room without the night light on. I was not afraid for you were right there beside me. But when I opened my eyes, you were gone.

But it felt real.

You felt real.

The blood on the knife in my hand looked real.

And it's funny how I can still hear your moans of pleasure turn into screams of horror when I close my eyes....


Submitted by on July 5, 2015 (2 years ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: BDSM, Erotic Couplings, Fetish, First Time, Romance | Tags:

I opened my eyes. I couldn't see a thing. My eyes were blindfolded. And I'm not wearing a single stitch of clothing! I tried to move my arms from above my head to remove whatever was covering my eyes, only to be met with a tug at my wrists where they were captured and pulled to each corner of the bed. I attempted to move my legs and couldn’t move them an inch. They were tied tightly to the corners of the bed like my hands were.

Oh. That explains a couple things. Funny how I didn't feel my hands and feet were tied when I woke up. "Hello? Is anyone there?" I didn't hear a reply but I can sense someone was in the room with me.

I jumped when I felt something cold sliding up the inside of my leg. It was soft, but firm, smooth to the touch and maybe no larger than a quarter. It disappeared for a moment before I felt a soft tap where it was just a moment ago before it continued it’s slow caress up my leg and thigh.

Another tap, just above my knee and a little harder this time, giving it a light sting. Further up; the middle of my thigh, and even harder than the last, making me jump. I could feel the flush creeping across my skin despite the coolness of the air around me. The torturously slow crawl of that small piece of leather up my leg only resulted in another smack, this one on the edge of my hip. The smack itself was hard, sharp against the silkiness of my skin and made me gasp, the pain sending shivers up my...

Tigang: Minsan Lupa, Madalas Ako

Submitted by on June 24, 2015 (2 years ago)
Posted in Confession: Taglish | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Romance, One Night Stand | Tags:


Oo. Aaminin ko na. Akong-ako talaga ito.

Ang tagal na rin mula nung huli akong nakantot. Teka. Naalala ko bigla. Palpak din pala yun. Hindi kasama sa bilang (para malaman ang buong detalye, maaring basahin ang "A Diva's Confession: The Curious Case of Ten-Second Tim").

Minsan pag usapang sex life na at ako yung tinatanong ayokong sumagot. Pag sinasabi ko kasing non-existent, feeling ko napaka-kawawa ko naman masyado. Lalo na kung yung mga kasama kong mga kaibigan ay yung tipong alam ko ay "nadidiligan" at "nararating ang langit" kung di man gabi-gabi ay malamang mas madalas pa sa minsan.

Not that I don't have any offers (Ang haba ng hair ko! Please lang. Huwag apakan.) and I am not saving myself for anyone in particular.

But I'm thinking maybe I am saving myself for the moment.

Yung tipong mind-blowing, knee-weakening, nipple-hardening, clit-tingling, pussy-quevering orgasmic moment. Pero parang feeling ko masyadong napakailap ng moment na yun.

Bakit nga ba kasi kailangan mag-overthink sa mga bagay-bagay na ganito? Bakit nga ba hindi na lang maging spontaneous? Ah ewan. Sa ngayon, cold shower na nga lang muna.


I Killed Him Because I Love Him

Submitted by on September 11, 2014 (3 years ago)
Posted in Blog: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags: ,

We all have a secret place where we hide the dead bodies.

I sometimes think of him. Sometimes his face just pops in my mind without warning. And the moment I see him, I walk. Not away. But towards him.

When he sees me, he'd smile that sweet smile of his that always made my heart skip a beat. He'd hold out his hand and whisper my name.

I'd take his hand of course. Look him straight in the eyes. Pull out the knife from my back pocket and shove it straight to his heart.

Most times, I don't kill him. At least not right away. I watch him suffer to his last breath and drag him into my secret place.

I scrub the blood off the floor, whistle a happy tune, and smile.

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Submitted by on August 20, 2014 (3 years ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Fetish, Romance | Tags: ,


Why am I here again?

I ask myself that question countless times in the 15 minutes that I had been sitting here in our usual meeting spot.

Right. I want to be with him.

There he is! I saw him right away.

Oh god! That handsome face.

Please don’t smile. I wanted to beg him not to.

But he did, and my stomach felt like it was tied into knots. My heart did a flip-flop—I felt it skip a beat.

His playful smile hinted of the pleasure we’d both be experiencing in the coming hours.

And I certainly hoped my hunger for him isn’t evident on my face right now.

But I do want the man!

Are you ready to leave?” he asked.

I nodded and said nothing, but the smile I gave him answered his question.

He offered his hand and pulled me close to him, deliberately placing his other hand on the small of my back to caress it.

I stiffened. Not because I didn’t want it. But because the heat radiated almost instantly to my pussy.

My pussy was starting to get excited.

He opened the passenger’s side of the door for me like the gentleman that he always is.

How I managed to keep my hands off him during the whole ride to his apartment is a mystery.

As soon as we closed the door behind us when we got to his place our lips met, tongues dancin...


Submitted by on August 20, 2014 (3 years ago)
Posted in Blog: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags: ,


I dream of you.
Far too often than I would’ve wanted.
Though I swore I would never admit that to you.
In my dreams, we are always giving in to passion.
Being foolhardy rather than sensible,
throwing caution to the wind,
giving in to temptation,
 and indulging in lustful desires.



Have you ever had that dream where you’re lying naked spread-eagled on your bed, and you have this one guy feasting on your pussy like a sex buffet?

Where you feel his mouth on your clit sucking and three of his fingers in your pussy fingerfucking you?

And you wanted to grab a hold of his hair and push his face deeper.

And you feel your whole body shake with need of the impending orgasm.

And yet you want more!

But he intended to do you slow.

He stops for a bit.

“Just lay still and enjoy.” He says.

And he begins the teasing all over again.

You feel him kissing your neck working slowly downwards to your breasts.

He was kissing using a slow circular motion as he edged closer and closer to your left nipple and until finally for what seemed like forever for you his lips finally met the nipple and he takes it into his mouth.

Nip on it.

Suck on it.

Use h...

Tell Me A Story... Tell Me A Lie...

Submitted by on August 11, 2014 (3 years ago)
Posted in Blog: English | Categories: Non-Erotic | Tags: , ,

Tell Me A Story... Tell Me A Lie...“Tell me a story.” I heard him say.

“All right then. Here goes...”

I took a deep breath and paused for effect before starting.


We'd start the say with a sweet kiss. We'd both be in bed in each others arms. The day just starting anew. The sun's rays beginning to come in through the parted curtains. We could hear the birds chirping and the continuous splash of waves. But we paid no heed to it all. All that mattered to us both was that we are together in this most special day.

Ah, but every single day had been special since we’ve been together and we celebrate each day like it’s our last -- full of love and full of laughter.

It was quite surprising how we managed to get out of bed several hours later that morning. Probably it was because of our grumbling stomachs. Nevertheless, we got out of bed eventhough the idea of spending the entire day in it was so appealing.

We showered together. Teasing each other all the more. The task alone took us hours to fullfil. But we didn't mind at all. Time wasn't wasted. Time is never wasted when we're in each others arms.

We spent the rest of the afternoon in a bit of a blur. I didn't remember much of theplaces we went to or how we even got there. All I could remember was that I was having a good time and that I was with you.

Nighttime came and we found ourselves walking barefoot on the beach. Hand in hand, we talked about life...


Submitted by on August 9, 2014 (3 years ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Erotic Horror, Supernatural, Romance, Sci-Fi and Fantasy | Tags: ,

THAT NIGHTHe knew he was dreaming.

Because he’d been dreaming of this place for weeks now.

Each and every time the dream starts with him walking along a dark alley. And he knew how it ended. Oh how he knew so well!

“Don’t go there!” He wanted to tell himself.

“Stop walking. Turn around and run!” He wanted to yell.

But it was like his feet had a mind of its own.

He felt it then. That feeling that someone was watching him. Following him. Noting his every move.

A shiver ran down his spine. He knew it was there. Haunting him. Taunting him.

“Wake up now! Open your eyes and wake up!”

It’s coming. He felt it. He swore he could hear it in the dark.

It’s out to get him.

He needs to wake up. Now!


And as he drifted in the void between sleep and wakefulness dimly aware that he was returning from the oblivion of sleep but unwilling to take the step to consciousness, he became aware of two facts. One - he was massively aroused and fully engorged. Two - it felt as though there was a practised mouth at work on his cock.

Not sure if he was still dreaming or really being woken this way but his body was in no hurry to change the current situation. Imagined or real, the sensations were electric as a hot mouth enveloped his cock.

Opening his eyes, he saw her naked ass beside his head where she was kneeling as she su...

A Diva’s Confession: The Curious Case of Ten-Second Tim

Submitted by on August 6, 2014 (3 years ago)
Posted in Confession: True Story, Taglish | Categories: Erotic Couplings, First Time, One Night Stand | Tags: , , ,

A Diva’s Confession:  The Curious Case of Ten-Second Tim 
I met Tim when a friend introduced us last year. He was 27, very good looking, and I can tell he works out because he has a nice body. I didn’t pay him much attention during the time we were introduced because I thought he was dating my friend, but I was surprised when a week later he added me up on Facebook. He chatted me up and told me he found me interesting and asked for my number. Three days later, he asked me out on a date. I wanted to say no at first because he was five years younger than I am, and I don’t generally go out with younger guys as a rule. But he was persistent, and he finally made me say yes.

The first date turned out well than expected. He insisted on holding my hand all the while we were together. He would have his arm around my shoulder or around my waist. PDAs on a first date? Too much right? But he made me feel like I was the fairest one of all. I went home that day reeling from the aftereffects of our first date and feeling like a teenager. But did I want to be in a relationship with this guy? No, I didn’t. But hey, no sane woman would say no to dating a handsome man with a great body. Not even me, and I’m not even claiming to be sane all the time.

Now the trouble with being single is that whenever the sexual need arises, there’s no one for me to turn to. Normally, I would ignore being horny. I would get myself busy with work. Or take a cold shower. But ignoring the urge can be a bad thing. It builds up slo...


Submitted by on August 4, 2014 (3 years ago)
Posted in Story: True Story, Taglish | Categories: Erotic Couplings, One Night Stand | Tags: ,

LOOSE GIRL CHRONICLES: SCOTT (Part Two)And so here I am…

On a bed… In a motel room… Shoulder to shoulder with a guy.

And there’s silence. Awkward silence.

Who’s making the first move?!

Ako na lang kaya?

But what do I do?

Shall I turn to face him and kiss him hard on the lips?

Ay teka! I remembered our stupid rule. No kissing.

Actually, it was his stupid rule.

I happen to love kissing, but it’s one of those things we’ve both agreed to not do.

He wanted to try anal sex.

But that’s a special hole that I’m saving.

He won’t kiss me and yet he wanted to have my ass? Ano ako hilo?

Like I’d actually say yes to that!

I felt him move beside me.

Ano nga ba ang gagawin ko?

Teka nga! I am an erotic writer for crying out loud!

I write erotic stories in my spare time! I should know how to jump start this whole thing!

And just like they are on cue, a lot of sex ideas came to mind.

But somehow doing it, imagining it, and writing about it are three different things.

He turned to me then and was lying on his side.

“How was your coffee date with, Tin?”

Seriously? He was asking about the coffee date?

I turned to face him. “Girl talk. As always. I was asking you to join us.”

“Hindi p...

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