I
Love You In Bed
I
don’t speak the gay-lingo but I do know that “Julia Roberts” means you
don’t kiss in the mouth on casual sex. I call this the Pretty Woman
Syndrome and I am not a Julia Roberts. I actually have issues on “Julia
Roberts” as they have no problem having my dick on their mouth but not my
tongue…? That and because I like kissing… It’s actually my turn on.
Without it, I dismiss the session outright as bad.
I
bought this out as Macedonia turned out to be a “Julia Roberts”. Yap, we
finally met and that we did it…
The
last time, what happened was that he had to go back to Quezon the next day
as he forgot something… or so he claimed. Now he got back Saturday. That
day he wanted to see me straight from the bus station. I declined: first, we
don’t have a place, and second, I thought he would be so tired already.
The next day, he asked again for us to meet. I declined again as I had
things to do. I suggested today, as no one would be home here at the house
but me. He agreed.
Three
in the afternoon, he was at the village’s entrance. Now, remember when he
said he wasn’t all that confident about meeting people as when he gets
rejected his self-esteem plummets…? Something tells me he had so many
rejections already. Even more than I had… well, his face was pestered with
pimples. It was acne! I’m not being mean… pardon me, but it was really
bad. And, I didn’t reject him outright because of that alone—although I
don’t think I would take it against anyone who does. As I mentioned above,
I met him and that I actually did him.
Okay,
I didn’t want to but he said he hadn’t had any for at least three
weeks… See, how nice I am… Okay, I thought that it would be a good
session because I suspect that his libido was going ballistic. But then, I
was wrong to assume.
In
my bed, he waited for me to do the first move. I don’t do the first
move… but then he just kept on waiting that it became awkward… So, I
turned to face him. “Sorry, I don’t kiss…” I heard him say. Okay…?
We
still have our clothes on at that point… I decided to take my shirt off.
Seeing that, he decided to take his shirt off too. Both half naked… still
he wasn’t making a move… and I started to get impatient… at one point
I wanted to throw him out of the house already. I didn’t for I thought
that would be rude… I asked him what was it that he wanted to do. I
thought in this way he would be technically be doing the first move as he
would tell me what to do and that I would just be following orders. He
answered by taking my hand and putting it against his already erect manhood
hidden under his trousers. I started feeling him. As I was doing that, he
decided to return the favor. Moments later, I was starting to get really in
the mood. I leaned forward to take his right nipple to my mouth. He moaned
in delight and decided to have more of me. He lowers the shorts I was
wearing and drew out my dick. I left his nipple to asked him to suck me…
He said he didn’t want to but he went to take my nipple to his mouth.
Another of my turn on… doing that, I was squirming…
He
decided to take his manhood out of his trousers too and have me jerk it as
he was doing mine. After a little more of that, he maneuvered himself and we
found ourselves doing sixty-nine. As I said before, I really don’t like
doing blowjob… But since he was doing it to me, I thought I return the
favor. Now, sixty-nine is so not my favorite as it hinders me from really
enjoying being sucked. So a few of that, even if I know he really don’t
want to let go yet, I maneuvered to another position. I had him on top of
me—missionary—and whispered into him to fuck me. He was more than
willing. The thing was that he didn’t have a condom on hand… and I knew
I have a stash hidden somewhere in the room, the thing was that I don’t
remember where in the room.
I
thought, what the hike and decided to do it without protection. The thing
was he wanted me to be on top—seat on it. I really don’t like seating on
it even if most prefer it as the control is on them… I would rather the
missionary position. I don’t know why… I can’t say to maintain eye
contact as I could do that being on top, plus my second favorite sexual
position is when the guy is coming from the side. I hate dog style. The only
time I enjoyed dog style was when I did it with Chad (So Good). Well, he
wasn’t only poking it in and out. We were both down on four, his head and
body resting on my back, kissing me, as he poked it in and out. He was
really that good!
I
would seat on it, but once in and relaxed, I maneuver to get to the
missionary position. That was my plan as he insisted. But then it won’t
just get in… it just won’t and that his dick became limp. We tried so
more and again more but to no success… I gave up.
Sprawled
naked next to him, he decided to work. He went down and started sucking me.
I was starting to enjoy it when suddenly I looked down and saw so much
saliva… He was literally drooling all over my dick… I don’t know about
you but it appalled me…
I
pulled him up to lay next to me. I then took hold of his dick and started
jerking him while I licked his nipples… With that, in no time, he was
squirming… moaning in pleasure… I just want him to get done when
suddenly, in his moan, I distinctly heard him say, “I love you…”
What
the fuck!?
I
just went on doing what I was doing to him… then, he said it again, “I
love you…” in between his moan. I looked at him. I couldn’t tell if he
was serious about it. I went back to licking his nipple… then he said it
again, “I love you…”
What
the fuck!?
I
have nothing against saying I love you. I would love to hear someone say that to
me. What I am against is saying I love you when you don’t really mean it!
Just utter all the obscene words you could think of, just don’t say
I-love-you. Come on!!!
I
pretended not to hear him and just went on working to getting him off… After
another I-love-you, he started to cuss to express the pleasure he was
feeling. Then he came flying and half of it landed on my face. EW!
After
wiping his spurt off my face, I went to lay back next to him not expecting
he would return the favor. But he did to me exactly how I made him come and
that I also came flying and most of it landed all over his face.
I had the impulse to laugh and almost say, “Amanos”.
January
31, 2005/Monday