Thursday, March 1, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Maricela sobbed hysterically. Her face twisted,wrought with agony. She looked up to see Rafael's face, trying her best to catch his eyes. He was looking away. Far away.
"I beg you mi amor, por favor, answer my question. Do you love her?" her voice was shaky and cracked.
"I don't know. I swear to God, I don't know how I feel." Rafael replied solemnly.
Rafael and Maricela have been married for almost 12 years and they have been blessed with three kids, 2 boys and a girl in between. Marriage can be called a little too early for both of them, but she was pregnant and they mutually decided to tidy things up in their life. The family life has been peaceful and happy. They have their usual spats and trials like most married couples. except until the last few months.
Maricela just knew there was something wrong, not right. Something in her gut gave her acid reflux each time she noticed little and slight things that made her feel that Rafael had become distant, detached, less caring and attentive.
He had always been a quiet, reserved man of few words. Hard-working. Simple. Maricela also knew of his dark, passionate side. Over extended work hours for Rafael were rare, but lately, have become always. At home, he would close the door to his study, a unique thing he had never done, and this is where he tinkered on his laptop until the wee hours of the morning.
The sex had become more and more infrequent. However, it has been that way for several years. The last 2 or 3 times they had sex, he was savage, almost brutal and lustful like a beast. Maricela knew he was different.
It felt magnificent, except Maricela knew in her core he was fucking someone else. Her body just happened to be available for the taking. She recalls the last time, she tried her best to be a whore in bed for him to reciprocate the wild sex.
But then he started moaning. She heard it. It was very faint, softer than a whisper, but he had said a name. Right in the middle of her multiple orgasms her tears flowed and she tried her best to choke back her whimpers. Maricela stared at her husband's face. He was in orgasmic ecstasy. His head thrown back, his eyes rolled up, his whole body shaking and profusely sweaty, he was biting on his lower lip. Then somehow his soul escaped. He mumbled a girl's name. Maricela felt her heart stabbed a hundred times with a jagged knife. As he rolled to his side, he turned his back on her and started snoring. Maricela was wide awake, she stared at the ceiling while her tears gushed uncontrollably.
She needed to know. She had to.
On that fateful, horrible night, Maricela crept stealthily into the study where he worked. He had headphones on and he never even noticed her presence. He was chatting with someone. She was appalled to see her husband playing with himself. He was saying things that made all the hairs in her body rise. He kept calling out her name, professing his love, lusting about her.
She stood frozen behind him in the dark. When she could no longer take it, she sat on the floor, covered her ears and quietly sobbed.
Maricela decided to confront him about that night and what she saw and heard. Rafael went crazy angry that she swore he was about to hit her.
She however has decided she will never give up her husband. He can lie. He can cheat. He can fuck "her" in bed or fuck her in his head. It doesn't matter. He comes home to her and their kids. She knows herself enough that she can live with the pain of another woman in his life, but she can not live with the pain of losing him in hers.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
1. Cupid is the god of desire, affection and erotic desire. As the myth goes, a person shot by cupid's arrow is filled with uncontrollable desire. On your behalf, who would you like cupid to shoot?
Do I really need to say more? Yes, that's Johnny Depp.
2. Earlier in the evening, you had dinner at the Fook Yue Chinese restaurant. You are feeling quite amorous. You open a fortune cookie in the bedroom.
Three fortunes appear:
- "Your patience will be rewarded." What would you like that reward to be?
- "Try something new." What is the something new you want to try?
- "'tis better to give than to receive." What would you like to give?
You don't have to wait for the next Valentine's Day to get all the loving I can give you.
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Friday, February 10, 2012
- Have sex where ever we land first? who needs a bed?
- Have sex on a single twin mattress
- Have sex on an air mattress?
- Or (tell us your solution?)
2. What is the oddest thing you have in your bedroom that someone would be surprised to find? Why is it there?
- Cotton I love cotton sheets, clean, crisp and fresh
- T-shirt cotton (jersey)
- Satin Used for very important occasions and house guests (my guest)
- 8-10 pm
- 10 - 12 mn
- 12 mn - 4 am
- whenever my eyes won't stay open any longer Honest to goodness answer. It really all depends on the day of the week and the schedules I make. One word best describes it, totally unpredictable and off schedule.
- Day clothes
Sunday, January 22, 2012
"Good god, her intoxicating beauty just weakens me. She sits there at her favorite table here in the Coffee Shop, reading the papers, stirring her coffee and taking a sip slowly. Damn it, everything she does exudes such sensuality. I wonder how the mug feels when it touches her lips. Here I am, seated 3 tables away, choking on my lust, desiring her. I want to touch her lush brown hair with subtle curls on its ends; caress that glowing bronze, velvety skin; trace my fingers down her neck; bury my face in those full breasts; spread those long shapely legs and thrust my cock deep inside her and fuck her till I am completely drained. I want her so bad it is practically driving me insane."
Miguel shifts on his seat subtly adjusting his crotch as his hard on was making him uneasy. Absent-mindedly, he stroked the silver band on his right ring finger. He sighs, deeply, almost mournfully.
It's been close to two months when Miguel first laid eyes on Kamilla at the Coffee Shop. He was drawn to her the instant he laid eyes on her. She was leaving the shop and was using her back to open the door, given the armful of things she carried with a take-away coffee paper cup. He held the door for her as he was going inside. She smiled at him, warmly and to what sounded to him like a whiskey soda voice, she said "Thank you", then turned and walked briskly away. He caught a whiff of her scent. Fresh, sweet with a little hint of musk. He could hardly breath with the speed of his heart's beating. Since that day, Miguel had stealthily stalked Kamilla. He researched just about everything he could find out about her and has not missed a single day to be at the Coffee shop whenever she is. Several times their eyes would meet. He noticed that slight smile in those captivating pale auburn eyes. One late afternoon she had smiled broadly at him, almost a grin. She dropped her fork and in an instant, Miguel handed her a fresh replacement.
Miguel knows he is treading on very risky grounds. He is very much married and has two young sons. But not unlike all addictions, he couldn't help himself. His mind is filled with images of Kamilla. He makes love to her in his fantasies. Even on occasions he dutifully fucks his wife, he thinks of her and groans her name in his mind. A full-grown adult, he has started habitually jerking off, sometimes twice a day; imagining her nakedness while he feasts on her body.
Once Kamilla strutted into the shop wearing a really short and tight skirt. Miguel strategically chose a table across hers. She seemed too casual and relaxed, confident that her legs were tucked under the table she was sitting with her legs apart. Miguel peeked and nearly choked on his own breath when he saw clearly her pink and bald pussy; commando. His dick jumped in excitement but his erection was now full he rushed out to jerk off in his car like a sexually preoccupied 14 year old boy. It was torture for him. He can smell her in his waking hours, taste her juices while he works, feel the heat from her soft walls as he drives home. Miguel is aware he is losing it but he allowed himself to wallow in his obsession,
Today Miguel resolved to act. Now would be the best time or never. He moved deliberately to her table. She looked up at him, her lips moist and half-open. It took him all his conscious will to stop himself from ravaging her and ramming his cock inside her sexy mouth that very moment. She smiles. Miguel decided to throw all his restraints.
"Exactly how long will it take this delicious man to actually make a move on me? It's not like I am stupid not be aware that he has been following me like a lost dog for several weeks now. But good lord, look at those hands and arms, they look so strong and tough. Those drop-dead deep set eyes, magnificent jaw line, it's a perfect match to his long thighs that extends from that tight butt. And does he know his crotch is always bulging? His jeans seem to be unable to contain his cock. Hmm... boxers, sexy. Damn, I have played with myself too many times imagining that hard dick inside me, it would kill me not to have it for real. Oh my God, is this real? He is finally coming over to my table? Alright, easy now Kamilla, don't drop to your knees to unzip him and suck on his dick. Relax. Breathe. Smile."
Kamilla has frequented hanging out alone in the Coffee Shop since she and her long-time beau Paolo have mutually agreed that their relationship was pointless. It has not been easy for her since she worked hard to do whatever it took to keep it going. Eventually she accepted her efforts were futile. In one of those dreary, "alone" days she saw him! Architect Miguel Lobregat.
Kamilla was a gawky 11 year old girl in braces when she fell madly infatuated with this gorgeous soccer player from her brother's University. Miguel was 19 then, a senior jock, he had all the young girls swooning and worshipping the ground he walked on. Kamilla was part of the groupies. Over the years, she had outgrown this crush until that fateful day. And he opened the door for her!
Kamilla saw that Miguel has become more manly and sinfully sexier when he aged. She recalls having heard that very soon after college that he had married and must have young kids by now. However, she has totally relapsed back into her pubescent fantasies and has begun constantly day and night dreaming of becoming his lover. By some sordid twist of fate, why would she see him again and again? And each time she was in the Coffee Shop, he managed to be there too. Miguel has become a fixture in Kamilla's mind.
Once, feeling naughty, she decided to test him and give him a cock tease. She wore this awfully short skirt, commando all the way and wilfully flashed him. She knew he was looking but it must have too upfront because he scurried away. She decided to play it sweet and demure. One boring weekend, she relented to peer pressure and finally went out on a date. While she and her date started making out, she unconsciously started moaning Miguel's name. The date ended quickly, after all the guy's name was Joseph.
On her way to the Coffee Shop today, Kamilla planned to initiate some small talk with Miguel. She toyed with the idea on building on her brother's link and being a soccer fan. She's just had too many bath tub soaks each night playing with herself and calling out his name. She visualized his tongue playing on her clit, licking her tits, feeling his length and hardness inside her, being wrapped in his arm, resting her head on that wide, solid chest. She is fully aware that to desire someone this badly and do something about it under the circumstances would mean crossing a line. But the possibility and the idea increases her carnal need for this man she had grown up fantasizing about. How else does one logically explain when each time she thinks of him she gets herself soaking wet? Kamilla resolves not to allow herself to be held back by anything. Absolutely no restraints.
Friday, January 13, 2012
- What's more important - length or width? Why?
- Ever encountered one that was too big for you to handle?
- Best place to put a penis
- If you had a penis for a day, what would you do with it?
- You're a penis, which love canal (that's a vagina) would you most like to visit:
- ) short and shallow - not very hot about this
- ) fall into the gap, gliding smoothly along the slick walls - I prefer friction
- ) tight suction lip-lock - hell yeah, now we're talking
- ) None. I prefer the back door, thank you. - I would give this a go!