Can't you like just SHUT UP?? I mean there is one thing to advise a person in the correct manner with the correct words and terms to actually build a solid and reasonable sentence, and another of just bursting out in pissed up tone and a fucking high pitch. What does it actually bring you to? People walking away from you and not listening to whatever crap you are uttering about. The reason, you ask? Its pure ridicule bullshit. Exactly, RIDICULED BULLSHIT. That's what it is. So what if she has to call the same person 3 bloody times to make sure of an adoption? If you find it just too bloody rude, then its HER FUCKING PROBLEM! PISS OFF! She is old enough to know what is right for her and what is not. It is high time to learn from her errors and is definitely high time for her to do things HERSELF!
Your world revolves with this man. Whom I really don't know till today. I don't know why he acts that way, I don't know what he does, heck I DON'T GIVE A FUCK. He aint giving a damn about me...SO WHAT? His love and life lives miles away from where he is at the moment. And obviously, he has kept his priorities somewhat with much recklessness. And through this same reckless man, who has ignored, taunted and jeered at you for the past 25 years (silver jubilee, some say), you are still blaming yourself for the wrongs that he has done? Now, where is the logic in that? Knowing that it is not true, yet it is a little too late to pull yourself out because you seemed to have drowned yourself into this delusion of, may I quote, " dumbness and stupidity with that much of intelligence". And when she tries her level best to shed light upon this darkness of yours, you shut that little rays of shine that make its way through, encouraging yourself that she aint worth listening to.
At one hand she is told to think for herself because she knows what is right and wrong. The moment she actually attempts that independence of thinking, bars to freedom is suddenly arisen out of nowhere and she is thrown back to that same small, rotting, stenched and horrified box (oh believe me. you wish you weren't there). At one hand, she is told about how fine it is to actually de-stress with limits and control. The moment she experiences it, tantrums of anger are shown, protruding that a display of embarassment has been showed all because of their bloody parameters of intelligence! Judgement A for person B going through case C. But, Judgement Y for person Z going through case C. Typical cases but different judgement for different people? Would anyone in their right state of mind explain the justifying of this?? Because, I can't comprehend it from which ever angle I look at it.
Thus, I am done of helping. I am sick of taking the trouble to shed tears when I see you at your lowest end. I hate knowing how you feel just by your look and knowing how you would react at certain issues. I hate knowing your likes and dislikes. I hate working up for your expectation. I hate trying to make you happy. I am fed up of trying not to make you feel left out. I am tired of making you understand the better side of life and talking to you about nothing, yet laugh about it. Because you would just use it against me - somehow. I hate living for you. I want to live my life my way. Immaterial with or without your approval. Barriers up, gaps created, silence endorsed.
“I've never said 'why me?'. That's life. I try to keep a positive attitude. If you start feeling sorry for yourself, that's when it gets bad.” - Rick Schwartz
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Just Another Year
Disgust, indignation, and strong aversion of antipathy, crept in to the very depth of my soul as I continued watching the CNN news broadcasting about acid throwing victims concentrated mainly in India. The attractive, upwardly mobile woman whom once resided in Bangalore, India with everything going in her track until 1999, when she turned her former boss' marriage proposal down. And as soughting revenge, he poured 2 litres of concentrated hydrochloric acid over her body.
Mere 19 year old, Haseena Hussain has since then joined the Campaign and Struggle Against Acid Attacks on Women (CSAAAW) to fight the surge of acid violence against women. In this 21st Century, women are STILL the center to "sought revenge" on to. Could ego have so much of weight hence, revenge is the only way to defend a man's dignity? How low can we humans go?
In Northern Ireland, schools are segregated based on denominations of the Christian faith. And after centuries of conflict amongst the Christians, only now has it come to the senses of the Anglican Archbishop of a possibility of having Catholic-Anglican schools together as one. Thus, it continues. The basic fight of unity amongst people originating from the same faith. Isn't it enough of the immense fights that take place amongst different faiths already?
PETA has yet to kick some consideration of humanity into Canadians as their campaign to end the Canadian Seal Slaughter that take place during the Vancouver Olympic Games annually. The very addiction to an overall demand of fur is the only thing that keeps these fur trade industries do what they are absolutely passionate about - clubbing baby seals, beating dogs to death for their meat, make great white sharks die a slow death for their fins, and skin crocs alive. This overrated price of feeding greed is paid by the seals being hooked in the eye, cheek or mouth, alive. And why specifically these 3 spots? Because, if they would kill these seals in a more humane way, their fur would be damaged. Which would then result in a lower quality of skin-made coat, thus affecting commercially.
The suffering and atrocity of this act does not end there. These seals, half alive, are then dragged across the ice. Their blood smearing all along the way. The thought of actually just scarring your wrist would create nightmares. What about being maliciously dragged on thick, dry, cold ice, bleeding all the way through? These seals would not have even had their first solid meal or first swim before they are slaughtered for their skin.
On another page, nowadays, the basic importance of the life of a human being is decreased to a level where there is a choice to actually end it now, instead of waiting for death to desecrate us. So much so, whatever choice made by an individual, how immensely ridiculous it may seem, it still is a preferance to result to than enjoying the opportunity of life given to us in a silver plater.
Kevil Neil Whitrick left behind his twins and loving wife when he was inspired to suicide and actually did so in front of his webcam in Justin.TV. It was the "insult" chatroom where people "have a go at each other". He punched a hole in his ceiling and tied a rope around a joist and around himself and then stepped out off a chair. As it was a live show, some viewers thought it was a prank, until his face started turning blue. Some of them in the chatroom egged him on while others desperately tried to find his address. A sensible member in the room contacted the police but they were too late. He was pronounced dead at 11.15 pm. He was found hanging in his room, with a pale blue face, simply, dead.
My Angel could not decipher the catastrophy that was taking place in Korea when she sighed and said, "Same people, from the same country. How can they still fight knowing that they belong from the same place?" Tensions flared in crossfire between North and South Korea on January 27 2010 during the fight talk contest. I did not know how to decipher to this 52 year old civilian that times have now changed. Things are not the same as it was 10 years ago. People of our species are more segregated with the elite groups thinking that they have the world in their hands while the not so well-to-do groups are of the opinion that they represent the minority of the society and have no space to voice out.
But, the fact is that these elite groups consist only 30% of the population or lesser. The remaining revolve from the well-to-do and below. Not only does money separate the people but, the hold on to an ancient 1950 history of war brings nothing but more misunderstanding. There is still room for a restart. For a revolution to start anew and abolish segregation of the society originating from the same coutry, same race, same people. Cut yourselves if you do not believe me. How different is the colour of your blood from your neighbour? As Mary Bonauto states : All citizens are born free and equal, thus subject to equality all around.
Ignorance has crept and divulged into the very depth of our souls, overcoming every other sensible reactions or emotions of humanity, which when adhered to seems more reasonable. This discrepancy, led as many as 20 people, to stand watching a group of young men rape a 15 year old outside a California high school after the 2009 homecoming dance on a Saturday night. Would anyone in their right state of mind actually stand and watch a beast rampaging a child on the streets? The story is a whole different view if the victim was a relation to any of the bystanders.
Ask yourselves this, if you were human in any - ANY sense of the word, would you just overlook a rape when your loved one is the victim? This case is the perfect example of us people at the end of the day - whom we choose to represent amongst the society. The people who exercised their responsibility as citizens of justice and dialled 911 in time to save the life of this innocent child, or are we mere spectators of the very indignation of remaining morals that base the foundation of our growth for the future generation?
With the very inferiority of women's dignity, fights erupting amongst people from the one strong religion of peace and love, animal abuse on the rise, the lives of men laying in their own hands where their time of death is carved by themselves, people of the same country creating a border between themselves, separating mothers from their sons and brothers from their sisters for years, to the point of turning a blind eye to a crime. 2010 is just another year where negative element of human beings are embraced, burying the very essence of humanity.
It was a wise man who said that there is no greater inequality than the equal treatment of unequals - Felix Frankfurter
Mere 19 year old, Haseena Hussain has since then joined the Campaign and Struggle Against Acid Attacks on Women (CSAAAW) to fight the surge of acid violence against women. In this 21st Century, women are STILL the center to "sought revenge" on to. Could ego have so much of weight hence, revenge is the only way to defend a man's dignity? How low can we humans go?
In Northern Ireland, schools are segregated based on denominations of the Christian faith. And after centuries of conflict amongst the Christians, only now has it come to the senses of the Anglican Archbishop of a possibility of having Catholic-Anglican schools together as one. Thus, it continues. The basic fight of unity amongst people originating from the same faith. Isn't it enough of the immense fights that take place amongst different faiths already?
PETA has yet to kick some consideration of humanity into Canadians as their campaign to end the Canadian Seal Slaughter that take place during the Vancouver Olympic Games annually. The very addiction to an overall demand of fur is the only thing that keeps these fur trade industries do what they are absolutely passionate about - clubbing baby seals, beating dogs to death for their meat, make great white sharks die a slow death for their fins, and skin crocs alive. This overrated price of feeding greed is paid by the seals being hooked in the eye, cheek or mouth, alive. And why specifically these 3 spots? Because, if they would kill these seals in a more humane way, their fur would be damaged. Which would then result in a lower quality of skin-made coat, thus affecting commercially.
The suffering and atrocity of this act does not end there. These seals, half alive, are then dragged across the ice. Their blood smearing all along the way. The thought of actually just scarring your wrist would create nightmares. What about being maliciously dragged on thick, dry, cold ice, bleeding all the way through? These seals would not have even had their first solid meal or first swim before they are slaughtered for their skin.
On another page, nowadays, the basic importance of the life of a human being is decreased to a level where there is a choice to actually end it now, instead of waiting for death to desecrate us. So much so, whatever choice made by an individual, how immensely ridiculous it may seem, it still is a preferance to result to than enjoying the opportunity of life given to us in a silver plater.
Kevil Neil Whitrick left behind his twins and loving wife when he was inspired to suicide and actually did so in front of his webcam in Justin.TV. It was the "insult" chatroom where people "have a go at each other". He punched a hole in his ceiling and tied a rope around a joist and around himself and then stepped out off a chair. As it was a live show, some viewers thought it was a prank, until his face started turning blue. Some of them in the chatroom egged him on while others desperately tried to find his address. A sensible member in the room contacted the police but they were too late. He was pronounced dead at 11.15 pm. He was found hanging in his room, with a pale blue face, simply, dead.
My Angel could not decipher the catastrophy that was taking place in Korea when she sighed and said, "Same people, from the same country. How can they still fight knowing that they belong from the same place?" Tensions flared in crossfire between North and South Korea on January 27 2010 during the fight talk contest. I did not know how to decipher to this 52 year old civilian that times have now changed. Things are not the same as it was 10 years ago. People of our species are more segregated with the elite groups thinking that they have the world in their hands while the not so well-to-do groups are of the opinion that they represent the minority of the society and have no space to voice out.
But, the fact is that these elite groups consist only 30% of the population or lesser. The remaining revolve from the well-to-do and below. Not only does money separate the people but, the hold on to an ancient 1950 history of war brings nothing but more misunderstanding. There is still room for a restart. For a revolution to start anew and abolish segregation of the society originating from the same coutry, same race, same people. Cut yourselves if you do not believe me. How different is the colour of your blood from your neighbour? As Mary Bonauto states : All citizens are born free and equal, thus subject to equality all around.
Ignorance has crept and divulged into the very depth of our souls, overcoming every other sensible reactions or emotions of humanity, which when adhered to seems more reasonable. This discrepancy, led as many as 20 people, to stand watching a group of young men rape a 15 year old outside a California high school after the 2009 homecoming dance on a Saturday night. Would anyone in their right state of mind actually stand and watch a beast rampaging a child on the streets? The story is a whole different view if the victim was a relation to any of the bystanders.
Ask yourselves this, if you were human in any - ANY sense of the word, would you just overlook a rape when your loved one is the victim? This case is the perfect example of us people at the end of the day - whom we choose to represent amongst the society. The people who exercised their responsibility as citizens of justice and dialled 911 in time to save the life of this innocent child, or are we mere spectators of the very indignation of remaining morals that base the foundation of our growth for the future generation?
With the very inferiority of women's dignity, fights erupting amongst people from the one strong religion of peace and love, animal abuse on the rise, the lives of men laying in their own hands where their time of death is carved by themselves, people of the same country creating a border between themselves, separating mothers from their sons and brothers from their sisters for years, to the point of turning a blind eye to a crime. 2010 is just another year where negative element of human beings are embraced, burying the very essence of humanity.
It was a wise man who said that there is no greater inequality than the equal treatment of unequals - Felix Frankfurter
Thursday, December 3, 2009
I guess I was wrong
My heart seems to feel heavier,
This wound that had been hidden all this while,
Is coming up to the surface once again,
This same wound that was always thrown a blanket over,
So that only that shiny silk cloth is shown,
And the loathing sight of the gash is kept under,
That same blanket is now slowly being dragged,
Inch by inch,
Uncovering what was supposed to be treated ago,
But now has cultivated bacteria,
With fungi grown, morel seeping through, yeasts creating a home of its own,
Sucking every ounce of blood available from this hulk.
Living a life differently from others,
Is that wrong?
Making mistakes at times and asking forgiveness later,
Is that wrong?
Being genuine in words and action,
Is that wrong?
Feeling something so pure, when once let go, it shatters,
Is that wrong?
Wanting to feel warmth, even for a few minutes,
Is that wrong?
The need to spread love and support without being doubted,
Is that wrong?
Then why ask??
Why ponder?
Why doubt?
Why hesitate?
Why reject?
I knew humans were so complicated,
I knew there would be no way to bring a change,
Even the slightest,
The least pressure applied will be forced out by them,
I knew that any slight closure will bring only hurt and regret,
I knew every single moment spent will be wasted at the end of the day,
Knowing that there will be nil benefit either way,
Yet I held on,
I held on to the hope that there is some light out there,
Some soul with a little practicality,
Or just some common sense,
I thought there was,
I guess I was wrong.
This wound that had been hidden all this while,
Is coming up to the surface once again,
This same wound that was always thrown a blanket over,
So that only that shiny silk cloth is shown,
And the loathing sight of the gash is kept under,
That same blanket is now slowly being dragged,
Inch by inch,
Uncovering what was supposed to be treated ago,
But now has cultivated bacteria,
With fungi grown, morel seeping through, yeasts creating a home of its own,
Sucking every ounce of blood available from this hulk.
Living a life differently from others,
Is that wrong?
Making mistakes at times and asking forgiveness later,
Is that wrong?
Being genuine in words and action,
Is that wrong?
Feeling something so pure, when once let go, it shatters,
Is that wrong?
Wanting to feel warmth, even for a few minutes,
Is that wrong?
The need to spread love and support without being doubted,
Is that wrong?
Then why ask??
Why ponder?
Why doubt?
Why hesitate?
Why reject?
I knew humans were so complicated,
I knew there would be no way to bring a change,
Even the slightest,
The least pressure applied will be forced out by them,
I knew that any slight closure will bring only hurt and regret,
I knew every single moment spent will be wasted at the end of the day,
Knowing that there will be nil benefit either way,
Yet I held on,
I held on to the hope that there is some light out there,
Some soul with a little practicality,
Or just some common sense,
I thought there was,
I guess I was wrong.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Copy Paste from Ditch Mistress (shez HOT!!)
ABC Questions About You :
A - AVAILABLE : Technically yes.
B - BIRTHDAY : 3/10/1989
C - CRUSHING ON : Elmo.
D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD : Coffee.
E - EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO : Elmo.
F - FAVORITE SONG : I've got only genre. Nothing specific.
G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS : Neither.
H - HOMETOWN : Serdang.
I - IN LOVE WITH : Family.
J - JUGGLE : ??
K - KILLED SOMEONE : I wish to at times. Never had the guts to.
L - LONGEST CAR RIDE : Kluang, Johor. Dad's place. 3 hours.
M- MILKSHAKE FLAVOR : Vanilla.
N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS : 1 (more than enough)
O - ONE WISH : 1st Class Honours (LLB)
P - PERSON YOU CALLED LAST : Prishantini
R- REASON TO SMILE : No apparent reason.
S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD : Listening to some fucking old tamil song.
T - TIME YOU WOKE UP : 7.00 a.m
V - VEGETABLE(S) : Pure meat eater.
W - WORST HABIT : Laziness.
X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD : Chest. Forgot what it was for.
Y – YOYOS ARE : Stupid.
Z - ZODIAC SIGN : Libra.
Random Questions About You :Spell your name without vowels : Jn rvn.
What colour do you wear most? : Black.
What are you listening to? : Fucking old tamil song on Minnale.
Are you happy with your life right now? : I am in the middle. Melancholic about it.
What is your favorite class in school? : Math.
When do you start back at school/college? : Sunday.
Are you outgoing? : Yeah. Unless I'm on my part time job which is depressing.
Favorite pair of shoes? : Black coloured 2 inch high heels.
Where do you wish you were right now? : With him.
THE CANS :
Can you dance? : Here and there.
Can you tie a cherry stem with your mouth? : What good does this bring?
Can you whistle? : Yeaap.
Write with both hands? : Write well with one. Scribble with the other. Does it count?
Walk with your toes curled?: DUH.
THE DO'S :
Do you believe there is life on other planets? : Does it matter?
Do you believe in miracles? : No.
Do you believe in magic? : NO.
Love at first sight? : Never.
Do you think there's a Satan? : All hail the King.
Do you believe in Santa? : No hoho for me.
Do you know how to swim? : I can save my ass from getting drowned.
Do you think you could handle the stuff they eat on those reality shows? : Piece of cake.
THE HAVE'S:
Have you ever been on a plane? : Yes.
Have you ever asked someone out? : Not in a million years.
Have you ever been asked out by someone? : Not yet.
Have you ever been to the ocean? : Yes.
Have you ever painted your nails? : DUH.
THE WHAT'S:
What is the temperature outside? : Do not know, do not care.
What radio station do you listen to? : I do not listen to radio.
What was the last restaurant you ate at? : Is mamak stall counted?
What was the last thing you bought? : Roti Diana
Who was the last person you took a picture of? : Prishantini
CRYING SECTION :
Ever really cried your heart out? : Totally.
Ever cried yourself to sleep? : Aha.
Ever cried on your friend's shoulder? : No.
Ever cried over the opposite sex? : Yes. Couldn't bear the thought of losing him as a friend.
Do you cry when you get an injury? : No.
Do certain songs make you cry? : Aha.
HAPPY SECTION :
Are you a happy person? : No.
What can make you happy? : Animals. Especially puppys and dogs.
Do you wish you were happier? : Not really. Quite satisfied the way things are.
Can music make you happy? : Depends on the genre.
LOVE SECTION :
How many times have you had your heart broken? : Once. The wound is 5 days fresh still.
Have you ever loved someone so much that you'd die for them? : Yes. Mom, dad and elmo.
LOOK AT ME SECTION :
What is your current hair color? : Black.
Current piercings? : Ears.
Have any tattoos? : Not yet.
Eye color? : Black.
In a man, (change it to the opposite sex when you're answering this)
Favorite eye color : DGF
Short or long hair : DGF
Height : DGF
Best clothing : Decent.
PS : DGF = Don't Give a Fuck
HAVE YOU EVER :
Been to jail : Not yet.
Mooned someone : Yes.
Thrown up in a store : I doubt it.
Done something really stupid that you laugh at it till today : Yes.
Gone skinny dipping : No and not that I mind to.
THIS OR THAT :
Pepsi or Coke : Neither. I don't fancy carbonated drinks.
McDonald's or Burger King : Carl's Junior
Single or Group Dates : First time, group. Anything beyond, single.
Chocolate or Vanilla : Latter.
Strawberries or Blueberries : Former.
Meat or Veggies : Pure non-vege
TV or Movie : Sex.
Guitar or Drums? : Guitar.
Adidas or Nike : Fuck brands.
Chinese or Mexican : Spanish.
Cheerios or Corn Flakes : Roti canai with sambal and teh tarik.
Cake or Pie : Pie.
Monday, November 23, 2009
November 21 2009 (Part I)
"So, have you taken your dinner?"
"Aha yeah...what about you?"
"Yeaap yeaap"
Physical action then took course with a stroke of his arm around my back, taking control over every ounce of my sexual desire. Drawing me close to him, our cheeks rubbed each others. With the rush of blood increasing in its speed, our lips were in chemistry to meet and we smooched. Gosh.....his tongue pulled me into his cavern of saliva, exchanging each others taste of enamel and mucosal tissue. While smooching, I placed my hand on his left thigh, caressing it and he held hold of my back and massaged my left arm.
We had a 7 second intermission, when he paused to take his glasses off and lowered the passenger seat, creating the most comfortable position for me.
"Take your time....", I whispered when he was rushing into the activity.
"Hhmm...?"
"Take your time, honey", I repeated myself in a sultry voice.
With immediate effect, he slowed his reaction and absorbed me at my pace. As I was rustling his hair, he brought his face to my neck, kissing and licking me. His right hand searched endlessly for my body beneath the Levi's shirt, adventuring what was beneath the bead decorated black bra. He lovingly embraced my left breast, his warmth intriguing my nipples to cringed. My head felt so light and I thought I was in paradise with him. Just both of us in this part of world, without a single soul to stop us from exploring each others' depth of souls. Then, I felt a kiss being placed on my right cheek, and more coming up to my neck, continuing down to my shoulder and arms. My left breast was still covered with his right palm when he lowered his head towards it and started licking and biting my nipples. I chewed and sucked his ear lobes, moaning all the way for more. I howled in pain - addictive pain as he was feasting a part of me. Satisfied with the left he adjourned and did the same to the right.
I took a deep breath on his neck, smelling his lustful odour and giving him love bites all over his shoulder and chest. I slid my tongue down, wetting his chest and sucking his nipples - one after another. Wetting his skin as I went lower, he patted my head and rustled my hair, signalling me to go lower, as he unzipped his shorts.
Just then, my consciousness of the existence of Jane's principles kicked in and I slid my way up, right away, towards his neck with him embracing my neck. I calmly whispered that I am not going to do it. With his head laid so playfully on the seat, he begged,
"I know you want it....You do...", wanking his penis, up and down.
And a bargain session erupted on whether I should feast on his manhood or not. Getting the idea that this bargaining is not doing any good, he grabbed hold of my hands and wrapped it around his penis and continued wanking it. It was warm, yet hard and mushy at the same time. You could not possibly have an analogy for a penis to a candy or anything long, round or pink because nothing could substitute the description of one.
He then adjourned back to me and caressed my body down to my right thigh. Taking my shorts of, he touched my vagina, applying pressure on it physically, up and down. He then entered his finger slowly into my urethral opening and slided it in slowly, reaching the clitoris. I moaned lustfully as he kept on showering me with kisses and love bites. I pulled him to me and locked my arms around his neck and started wailing in pain and pleasure and chanted his name continuously, as he vibrated, fingering me. This went on for almost a minute or so, until I cummed myself so much, the seat got wet. I shrieked with full satisfaction of desire upon reaching climax and later, fell into his arms, surrendering myself to him.
(Nokia ring tone was played)
We both were startled. It was Squirrel calling to check up on me. I quickly ended the call by telling her that I was A-OK and would be with her in a few minutes. By the time I put the Nokia 3610 Series down, I found him on top of me. I was mumbling under my breath, questioning what he was doing, yet not expecting an answer, as I could already foresee what is about to take place.
My hands were trembling, my heartbeat increased to a 120 beats a minute. Panic arose. My lips started repeated forcefully, "Slowly....slowly...." as he was positioning himself above me and placing his penis in a way that it could enter my unventured vagina, naturally. "Do not worry. I will take it slow", he assured. My heart was beating fast, adrenaline rush was at its peak. Issues were running in my head. 'This is not the right time. What if there were complications? I am losing my virginity. Do I want to? With a random guy? With THIS guy??' In that fairytale land we were in, as he locked my lips with his, I brought my palm and caressed his penis as it entered my vulva. At that very moment, it struck me that there was no basic protection - condom.
"Babe, there is no protection", I informed him.
Then there was a moment he regained consciousness and thought for a bit. My handphone rang again, with Squirrel asking where in the Devil's name I was. I assured her that I would be there in a jiffy and ended the call right away. By the time I put my handphone at its original place, he had already shifted himself to the driver's seat, continuing his wanking business. I pulled my shorts up, adjusted myself and watched him for a while.
The clock showed 10 : 55 and I knew right away that the night had no intention of having me around her area any longer. While wanking, I drew myself closer to him and clashed my nose to his cheek, telling him that it was too late and that I had to go. He was fine about it and brought our paradise story to an end by cumming onto a couple of pieces of tissue papers. Cleaning himself up, I hooked my bra back and straightened my brown coloured, cotton made Levi's shirt and pulled the seat up to its original position. We parted by saying goodbye.
"Ye ask,and receive not, because ye ask amiss, that ye may consume it upon your lusts" - James 4:3
"Aha yeah...what about you?"
"Yeaap yeaap"
Physical action then took course with a stroke of his arm around my back, taking control over every ounce of my sexual desire. Drawing me close to him, our cheeks rubbed each others. With the rush of blood increasing in its speed, our lips were in chemistry to meet and we smooched. Gosh.....his tongue pulled me into his cavern of saliva, exchanging each others taste of enamel and mucosal tissue. While smooching, I placed my hand on his left thigh, caressing it and he held hold of my back and massaged my left arm.
We had a 7 second intermission, when he paused to take his glasses off and lowered the passenger seat, creating the most comfortable position for me.
"Take your time....", I whispered when he was rushing into the activity.
"Hhmm...?"
"Take your time, honey", I repeated myself in a sultry voice.
With immediate effect, he slowed his reaction and absorbed me at my pace. As I was rustling his hair, he brought his face to my neck, kissing and licking me. His right hand searched endlessly for my body beneath the Levi's shirt, adventuring what was beneath the bead decorated black bra. He lovingly embraced my left breast, his warmth intriguing my nipples to cringed. My head felt so light and I thought I was in paradise with him. Just both of us in this part of world, without a single soul to stop us from exploring each others' depth of souls. Then, I felt a kiss being placed on my right cheek, and more coming up to my neck, continuing down to my shoulder and arms. My left breast was still covered with his right palm when he lowered his head towards it and started licking and biting my nipples. I chewed and sucked his ear lobes, moaning all the way for more. I howled in pain - addictive pain as he was feasting a part of me. Satisfied with the left he adjourned and did the same to the right.
I took a deep breath on his neck, smelling his lustful odour and giving him love bites all over his shoulder and chest. I slid my tongue down, wetting his chest and sucking his nipples - one after another. Wetting his skin as I went lower, he patted my head and rustled my hair, signalling me to go lower, as he unzipped his shorts.
Just then, my consciousness of the existence of Jane's principles kicked in and I slid my way up, right away, towards his neck with him embracing my neck. I calmly whispered that I am not going to do it. With his head laid so playfully on the seat, he begged,
"I know you want it....You do...", wanking his penis, up and down.
And a bargain session erupted on whether I should feast on his manhood or not. Getting the idea that this bargaining is not doing any good, he grabbed hold of my hands and wrapped it around his penis and continued wanking it. It was warm, yet hard and mushy at the same time. You could not possibly have an analogy for a penis to a candy or anything long, round or pink because nothing could substitute the description of one.
He then adjourned back to me and caressed my body down to my right thigh. Taking my shorts of, he touched my vagina, applying pressure on it physically, up and down. He then entered his finger slowly into my urethral opening and slided it in slowly, reaching the clitoris. I moaned lustfully as he kept on showering me with kisses and love bites. I pulled him to me and locked my arms around his neck and started wailing in pain and pleasure and chanted his name continuously, as he vibrated, fingering me. This went on for almost a minute or so, until I cummed myself so much, the seat got wet. I shrieked with full satisfaction of desire upon reaching climax and later, fell into his arms, surrendering myself to him.
(Nokia ring tone was played)
We both were startled. It was Squirrel calling to check up on me. I quickly ended the call by telling her that I was A-OK and would be with her in a few minutes. By the time I put the Nokia 3610 Series down, I found him on top of me. I was mumbling under my breath, questioning what he was doing, yet not expecting an answer, as I could already foresee what is about to take place.
My hands were trembling, my heartbeat increased to a 120 beats a minute. Panic arose. My lips started repeated forcefully, "Slowly....slowly...." as he was positioning himself above me and placing his penis in a way that it could enter my unventured vagina, naturally. "Do not worry. I will take it slow", he assured. My heart was beating fast, adrenaline rush was at its peak. Issues were running in my head. 'This is not the right time. What if there were complications? I am losing my virginity. Do I want to? With a random guy? With THIS guy??' In that fairytale land we were in, as he locked my lips with his, I brought my palm and caressed his penis as it entered my vulva. At that very moment, it struck me that there was no basic protection - condom.
"Babe, there is no protection", I informed him.
Then there was a moment he regained consciousness and thought for a bit. My handphone rang again, with Squirrel asking where in the Devil's name I was. I assured her that I would be there in a jiffy and ended the call right away. By the time I put my handphone at its original place, he had already shifted himself to the driver's seat, continuing his wanking business. I pulled my shorts up, adjusted myself and watched him for a while.
The clock showed 10 : 55 and I knew right away that the night had no intention of having me around her area any longer. While wanking, I drew myself closer to him and clashed my nose to his cheek, telling him that it was too late and that I had to go. He was fine about it and brought our paradise story to an end by cumming onto a couple of pieces of tissue papers. Cleaning himself up, I hooked my bra back and straightened my brown coloured, cotton made Levi's shirt and pulled the seat up to its original position. We parted by saying goodbye.
"Ye ask,and receive not, because ye ask amiss, that ye may consume it upon your lusts" - James 4:3
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