wet but dry

For some reason i cannot fathom, i happened to be with beautiful-eyes chan and loud-cook on a car. It was probably going somewhere for quite sometime now. We were so engrossed in a conversation i couldn't recall when we passed by a girl acquaintance. For some strange turn of events, we decided to take her with us and have some fucking good time with emphasis on fucking (yeah, this entry is a little for adults only. sorry guys, but i got to write what i got to write). The plan was to have some girl with beautiful-eyes and then me with beautiful-eyes action. I couldn't imagine how great that must be for eyes-chan but it must also be tiring and stressful.

So off we went to loud-cook's abode so we can start at the earliest. With only some drinks offered but never accepted, the girl and eyes-chan undressed and caressed each other: slowly and passionately until only their undies were left--black and purple (i'm very much colorblind but those sure were undies). Lips were so locked up that air couldn't possibly enter. It was hot. HOT hot! Piping HOT hot! And sorry but i couldn't contain myself from not joining the fun. I just had too. I was driven by lust and nothing else. I even forgot what i was there for. My sexuality was out of the question. I just had to do it. I fondled the girl's pinkish part. Yeah i did. And yeah it was wet. But as my fingers tried to dug in further, the girl shrunk and shrunk to the point that even my pinky couldn't fit in any longer. It was a disaster! And a total turn off. It's as if she wouldn't allow any part of me to enter her. Was i that disgusting or horrible to her? I couldn't tell. But the moment i got away, she puffed back to normal and they continued their joy to the last drop. It must have been great, they were covered in sweat. It must have been sweet. And i want to have my share.

It was my turn to get happy finally. And i was excited, or at least some part of me was. I allowed some time for eyes-chan to recover. But the doorbell rang. Damn! A friend of the cook's came. Total disaster! So i waited for him to leave. And it seemed like ages has passed. I got engrossed in the conversation as well.

Then i realized that i was left alone with the girl. And i was comforting her for some reason. In that situation i had bigger issues than her; where are eyes-chan and the cook? The girl talked like crazy: a soliloquy but with me in it. She was complaining about her life. No one has loved her ever since. Hmmm... familiar story; she must have read my autobiography. She was crying and sappy in my arms when eyes-chan and the cook came back. It appeared that eyes-chan and the cook went to church. They must be repenting for whatever sins they are about to commit to my willing body. I gave a smile; I can see the hunger in eyes-chan's eyes and i loved it. Who am i to deny such earthly pleasures? That was enough for me. As we were about to satiate our carnal desires, the doorbell rang, again.

Relatives of the cook were welcomed in and it seems they were not going anywhere else for quite some time. What? It was a disaster? I haven't even touched flesh! I haven't even unbuckled my belt. Prolonging my pleasure for the second time was not what i was looking for. I was desperate but i am not an exhibitionist. This was a dilemma i cannot solve. I was planning to be as expressive (read as noisy) as i can. But all of it turned to waste. Eyes-chan and the cook were also frustrated. But how should we proceed?

I had to wake up from this nightmare, that was the answer. And i did... frustrated...

It was not the pleasure i was after. But it was the frustration from having to wait. It was a bad timing but hindered twice must be an omen. I shouldn't be frustrated by a dream, i know. But this one seemed like a reflection of the reality... I am still single... I am still a virgin.

But i can still dream. Which means that i can still sleep. Which means that i will still be waking up in tomorrow's present.

What a dry wet dream... Nightmare!

maskara 55

if feelings were as free flowing as the wind, it might be easier to express everything i'm feeling. unfortunately, mine is not. if mine were, then it would be like a hurricane spreading havoc to all. i don't want that to happen... so i'd rather not tell... i don't wanna wear a mask but who doesn't??? people wear a mask at some point in their lives. in my case, my mask has "keeping quite" written all over it.

i guess people have realized that i don't really open up personal stuffs. this is really not my forte. i hate to share because i might not be able to contain my words.... i might spill out more than asked... i'm a good listener though and i have never spilled out what others have shared to me... and i'm sorry but i've got a bad memory so i guess that makes me the best secret keeper... over time, even i forget the secrets told so how could i even share them... now before i drift into that topic more and more, i better go back to my point... i hate to share my feelings because i too, have not yet figured it out..... this is the harsh reality of it... i haven't figured out myself yet... so when people ask something, i just shrug my shoulders without saying anything...that is the best answer i have come up...

my zodiac sign agrees to my mask too... look at how they view scorpios.... aside from being sexy, romantic, loyal, great kisser, it always says that scorpios are secretive... the other adjectives are quite obvious (reserve your comments later...) though i still don't know about the great kisser part... anyone wants to volunteer??? ohh i forgot... they also mention that scorpios are great lovers... another volunteer needed for this too... but secretive is always there.. i don't know if people around me knows that i'm secretive... they tell me their secrets so maybe they do... secretive people = good secret keepers... does that make sense??? to me it does... i've been told quite a lot and i've forgotten quite a lot too... but i have never told anyone of my secrets... i have never really shared them... oh sorry, i have told some of some... but there are still many feelings left untold... who doesn't have feelings left untold??? i guess this what makes each person interesting, discovering what secrets they hide... i just happen to have more of them...

ooopsss... of all the things i have mentioned, don't get me wrong ok... i may be secretive and not sharing much but i'm genuine.... though i cannot say "what you see is what you get" applies to me since there is more to me... but i'm not a tupperware (read as plastic) ok... i laugh at something funny, i get hurt when someone throw stones (physically and idiomatically)... i can be sarcastic too..

oh yeah, i have written this line up there "i hate to share my feelings because i too, have not yet figured it out"... i think this makes a good topic for the next blog... figuring out the unknown... wahahaha... i can now imagine what things to write. i'll surely go around in circles again...

and yeah, did you all know that i'm colorblind??? i guess you all do, that is not a secret at all... but i just don't share that fact to all... oh no... maybe i just did...