Writings about Rain (5)
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Mr. Rapist, Mr. Rapist... Nasaan Ka?

Submitted by on May 31, 2016 (4 months ago)
Posted in Story: True Story, Tagalog | Categories: Wife Lovers, Mature, Reluctance, One Night Stand | Tags: , , , , , ,

Mr. Rapist, Mr. Rapist... Nasaan Ka?10:00pm na nang makalabas kami ng bangko na aming pinapasukan. Gaya ng dating gawi pagdating sa highway ay kanya kanya na kaming kulasan ng mga kasamahan ko. Naiwan ako sa isang waiting shed samantalang ang mga kasabayan ko ay sinundo na ng mga asawa o kung hindi man ay boypren ng mga ito. Ako naman heto, naghihintay ng masasakyang jeepney o  bus para makauwi. Wala kasi ang mister kong si Earl dahil ito ay nasa training workshop nang isang linggo sa malayong lugar.

Kung minamalas ka pa, sumabay pa ang lakas nang buhos ng ulan kaya naman matumal ang mga pampasaherong sasakyan. Halos tumatalsik na sa akin ang buhos ng ulan dahil sa hanging kasama nito. Ramdam na ng aking mga makikinis na hita ang lamig. Medyo madilim ang lugar kaya naman nakakaramdam na rin ako nang pagkatakot.

Napangiti ako dahil matapos ang trenta minuto ay nilapitan din ako ng swerte. Pinara ako ng isang bus na ang ruta ay pauwi sa amin. Dahil medyo puno na ang sasakyan, sa may bandang likuran na ako nakahanap ng pwesto. Mga pang-apat na upuan mula sa likurang bahagi nito.

Bahagya ko munang kinalma ang sarili. Nanginginig kasi ang aking makikinis at basang mga hita dahil sa lamig na nararamdaman nito. Pinunasan ko iyon ng tissue na kinuha ko sa aking shoulder bag. Dahan dahan na ring humupa ang “creepy feeling” na nararamdaman ko kanina habang nag-iisa ako sa waiting shed.

“Salamat sa Diyos at makakuwi na rin.”, pasasalamat ko dahil sa alam kong makakauwi...

Until The Rain Stops

Submitted by on July 1, 2015 (1 year ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Romance | Tags: , , ,

Until The Rain StopsYanna woke up to the sound of the rain hitting the glass window. With heavy lids, she slowly opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of dark skies peeking through the curtains. The bedroom was shrouded in darkness save for the digital clock on the bedside table. It was already nine in the morning but the darkness outside would make anyone think it’s only dawn.

She mentally chastised herself for not leaving the night before. She’s not a fan of rain. And with the heavy downpour, she won’t be surprised if some parts of Metro Manila are already flooded.

She shifted to get out of bed but before she could move any further, she felt his arm around her waist, tugging her until her back was against his hard chest. He wrapped his leg around her thighs and pulled her even closer she could swear there was no air between them.

“I have to go,” she murmured.

His only answer was to pull her closer, if that was even possible. She tried to tell herself that she really should leave but her body was telling her otherwise. She couldn’t help it. She basked in the warmth of his skin against hers. His breath on her nape gave her goose bumps. She shivered with delight.

Another shiver went up her spine when he started raining kisses on her nape down to her bare shoulders where he nipped her lightly. She felt his manhood against her ass. Thick. Warm. Hard.
She reached behind her and squeezed his ass. He retaliated by b...

French Kisses: Cinquième Chapitre

Submitted by on April 2, 2015 (1 year ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Romance | Tags: ,

French Kisses: Cinquième ChapitreSO, folks, this is the final chapter for this series. I hope you guys like it. Comments will be highly appreciated.


When I reached my office, Rain was already there, sipping a cup of Frappuccino.

“I thought of just going back to my place, rather than we talk here in your cafe. People might hear.”

I smiled, “Brilliant idea. Why didn’t you just text me? Or call?”

“I was about to. But then a woman dressed in skin tight jeans and a blue shirt just walked in. So my plan didn’t happen.”

“This crazy man in a black polo shirt and leather jeans is so funny he doesn’t always say things straightforwardly.”

“Je suis votre homme fou.” – I’m your man, crazy.

I raised my eyebrows. I understood it alright, but I just shrugged it off and trotted my way to the table, sat on it, and gave him a pinch on the right cheek.

Rubbing his pain-inflicted face, he stood up and picked up the package just behind me, and walked out the door, as if angry at me. I laughed at his speechless retort, and in just a blink, he was back inside the room, “Are you coming or not?.

“How long is this talk happening?”

“Maybe a whole day?”

“Okay. I’ll call Dane first.”

“What are you gonna say?”


French Kisses: Quatrième Chapitre

Submitted by on April 1, 2015 (1 year ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Romance | Tags: ,

French Kisses: Quatrième ChapitreComments on the writing will be highly appreciated.
SPOILER ALERT: To those who could have read this story on a previous site, or on my blog, I have revised the end part of this.

“Hi Rain. Happy birthday,” she exclaimed in her angelic voice and smiled, all the while hugging me.

A few weeks before Dane and Rebecca’s wedding was my birthday.

"Hey, crazy. I heard you cancelled your meeting for this."

“Well, yeah. I'm the boss, Haha. Before I forget, here’s my gift for you,” giving me a large paper bag with vector prints on it. I still don’t know what’s with vectors that she finds so amusing.

“You’re the only one who handed me a gift. A first one in years, I may say.”

“Because you’re special to me, wildcat,” she exclaimed. And she did a good job covering it, but I didn’t miss how her voice broke, as if she was on the verge of tears, “Maybe I should go find Dane.”

I responded with a nod and she waved, walking away.

I looked at the package in my hands. Reaching inside the bag, I felt velvet. Taking it out, it was blue, embossed with, guess what, vectors. The package was heavy, but small, just the size of my fist. So I carefully ripped out the sticky tapes, and lifting the lid of the box, I peered what was inside. It seemed like sculpture. So I gingerly pulle...

French Kisses: Premier Chapitre

Submitted by on March 31, 2015 (1 year ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Romance | Tags: , ,

French Kisses: Premier Chapitre"Double pen? Are you crazy?"

"Baby, please. I wanna try that on you. I wanna know how it feels when you have another cock inside you."

"And who will be the other guy?"




"That's stupid."

"That's my fantasy, please baby?"

"No way. Never in hell will that be happening."

"Oh come on. Your body is singing another tune."

It was only then that I felt his finger inside my pussy. How he got through the fabric of my skirt and my underwear, I don't know.

"When?" I said giving up to his request.

Rain looks much more French to me. His dad and Dane's dad are brothers. And they're both French. My boyfriend has blue eyes, a long sharp nose, dark brown hair and a beautifully chiseled face. His cousin looks a lot like him, except that he has golden brown hair.


"What? So soon?"

"You already said yes."

"I really hate you. You have to take me to that ATL concert in exchange with this."

"Okay. I'll take you to those punks if that's what it takes."

"Hey. You're rude. I love those punks you're talking about."

"I love you too miss punk."

A torrid kiss followed right afte...