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#1 Kenshin132

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Posted 21 November 2019 - 04:33 PM

I have problem sleeping and when the problem persists, I tend to ramble and wander to heights of sexual exploration. I’m just a regular guy with a heightened libido, oftentimes, losing my way to the maze of private encounters until somewhere, someone is able to satisfy my dark longings and be part of my colorful memories.

 

These are my ramblings – a confirmed insomniac and a sex philanthropist.

 

 

 


I have been thinking of going to a spa as advertised here at MTC but I have second thoughts because it seems too public and I’m not quiet sure what to expect. More so, I don’t like to travel after a massage as I’d rather choose to relax and sleep. I asked a woman friend to accompany me since it would be my first time and told her to get a massage as well. My treat. I was thinking of just availing of a legit standard massage.

 

We went to a spa in Makati and if I were alone, I would have lost my way. The place was quiet hard to find inside a well-guarded gate and located on the side of the building, climbing a few flight of stairs, and there it is, on the left side.

 

The room was dark and I allowed my friend to take charge since I was too ashamed to ask. They gave me a list of the services and I picked one. My friend and I went inside together and pointed to me a particular dark room covered with a curtain. Not so well-lighted. “Anong gagawin ko?” I asked as the therapist just laughed. Anyway, I got undressed leaving my underwear on thinking that it would just be a standard massage. “ Woman E” came and as my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, she was quiet cute. She asked me to stretch out face down while I positioned my face on a certain horseshoe shaped hole to breath easily. She put on a towel on my back and said, “Alisin na natin toh, sir ha” referring to my underwear. “Ah, e, okay, sige,” I obliged. She pulled that off as she started to massage my body with the oil.

 

Well, one thing led to another. The best part was the sensual massage I’ve experienced for the first time as she slowly glided and brushed her fingertips like a feather from the crack of my butt to my back, then, back again as she stimulated my manhood. It was tingling, stimulating, and horny at the same time. Perhaps, I was not just prepared or not in the mood or uncomfortable with the curtain just separating the rooms from each other. I can hear the other therapists talking about dinner on the far side of the room. I just came not to fulfill my fantasies but my curiosity perhaps. I just told her to focus on my legs since I got cramps too often. She obliged willingly and told me what to do everytime the muscle constrictions would re-occur. “Woman E” was very accommodating, ‘mabait’ and willing to please, which made the massage experience worthwhile and relaxing. She was so accommodating that she attempted to ask again, “Talagang ayaw niyo, sir?” and followed with a slight giggle. I shook my head not because I don’t like it but because the curtain which stood as a ‘door’ just kept blowing and served as a warning not for private moments no matter how fleeting it may seem.

 

After the massage, she offered if I wanted to have a ginger tea as I asked for just a glass of warm water. I went home that evening satisfied on that 28’th of October and the next day, my leg cramps were gone as I went to work. Thanks “Woman E” for such a wonderful session. The cramps, however, seem to come back again nowadays.



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Posted 22 November 2019 - 12:57 AM

“I’ve got my eyes on you” and it became true. She looked like an American porn star. The picture at any angle showed a somewhat wavy long, reddish hair, white complexioned and a highly accented nose. “She looked like an American porn star,” I thought. She became my “target” so to speak, in case, I would come to the spa. The accommodating Spa Representative answered all my questions in private message on how to get there as well as the rates and details. I have mustered enough courage to do it alone this time after seeing what a spa was like after my experience in Makati. I was about to go there but, lo, and behold, whether by luck or by chance, I sent a private message to someone advertising an “outcall” service and it was her! Picture and all! I got excited when she replied and made a deal. It might be too much from my budget but who cares. A one of a kind unique experience from that highly accented nose might be worth it.

 

As almost everybody was going to the cemetery on the first of November to pray for their loved ones, I found myself in one of the hotels in Cubao around nine in the evening. Waiting, communicating, and still waiting. It was quiet hard to communicate with “Lassy F.” She didn’t give her number only by private message here at MTC. She thought it would not push through because I was not able to respond immediately as I was on my way to Cubao from a public transportation. On my part, I thought she was already on her way since I have already said yes and I was already on the bus. I confirmed that I was not joking when I was already inside the hotel and checked my cellphone. She was surprised and I was a little frustrated but not for long as she arrived in less than an hour riding an “angkas” to avoid traffic she said. I have already waited long enough.

 

The time of waiting in the hotel was unbearable. I can’t keep my breath steady. I smoked too much and consumed a lot of two bottled juice. I was uneasy until the hotel receptionist called me by informing that I have a visitor. “This is it!” I thought. Let me see the package, my great American girl.

 

The one outside the door was, well, not really what I expected to exactly look like in the picture. But it was indeed her only a little ‘chunky’ on the right places. ‘Malaman ika nga.’ I offered to order her dinner from the hotel service but she said no. I calmed her fears and apprehensions as she started to laugh a little, “Akala ko, huhulihin mo ako” as she told me about these so called operations nowadays. I just smiled. “Alam mo ba MILF na ako? Nasabi ko ba?” she asked me and I just shook my head. ‘As long as you have a ‘pussy’ and not a rod, it doesn’t matter to me whether you’re MILF, a virgin, married, or single,’ I thought. She was wearing all black dress showing her well-sculpted legs and as she took it off still with black bra and black laced panty while looking in the mirror allowing me to have a clear view of her butt. The laces looked good on her accentuating her curvy, plump body but not too fat to make the room shake when she moved. Just enough measurement for my hands to hold and not to slip.

 

“Gusto mo masahe muna kita?” she offered with a smile as I said yes. She rubbed my back a little. “Nakalimutan ko ‘yung oil, sa susunod kung magkita pa ulit tayo, dadalhin ko na,” she informed me. “Okay lang po,” I assured her. The only oil I supposed I was craving for at that moment was the oil from her body.

 

After a time, she went to the bathroom and eventually got out of the shower wearing only a towel. She’s the ‘dark side’ girl. Not really fond of lights as I put off all the lights in the room except the one in the bathroom. She went on top of me as she eventually shed off her towel and sucked my nipple, at the same time, moaning a sweet, tender purr as if eating a delicious delicacy while masturbating my shaft to awaken it to stiffness. I glided my hands on her soft body from her breasts to her womanly opening as she knelt beside me. She continued her licking till she reached my shaft and with the expertise of her sexual prowess managed to put on a condom as she sucked my shaft to attention. She sat on top of me continuing her womanly purr and glided me inside her as she took charge of grinding me to pleasure. I held on to her breasts, at times, kissing and sucking her nipples from one to the other. Then, we changed position. She reclined into bed and spread her legs for a welcoming penetration. I kissed her breast and attempted to go down there but she stopped me, “I don’t do DATY,” she said as she lifted up my head. I respected her appeal as I put my rod into her once again enjoying every moment, every movement, every minute of the glide. “Oh, yes, harder,” she said as I gave in to her requests. I spread her legs wider lifting her up a little as she moaned more loudly. “That’s my spot! Harder! Ooohhh…” she admitted as she looked into my eyes in the somewhat darkened room and I pounded her even harder while, at times, rubbing her womanly ‘spot.’ The room was filled with sweet whining for both of us as we both smelt each other’s body. Then, as expected from the height of sexual intimacy, everything has to come to an end in one big spurt of satisfaction. I fell exhausted beside her. After a few moments, in one big sweep, she took out the condom and threw it into the waste basket.

 

We talked for more than an hour about life, relationships, and vape. She already managed to dress-up on her laced black dress once again as she blew the smoggy vapor from her vape. The room was filled with the somewhat ‘chocolatey’ aroma. It was a night like all other nights in my life that someone has to go and leave my wallet thinner. There is no permanence in such promiscuous encounter. I have learned that a long, long time ago as I also don’t want such commitment to suffocate my independence.

 

As expected, “Lassy F” left by going back to the cemetery to pray for her beloved ones and I was all alone once again cooped up in my own quiet ‘graveyard’ ordering three bottles of beer, spicy ‘kilawing kambing’ and a good night’s rest.

 

A few minutes will be November 2. ‘My beloved ones, please pray for my soul.’



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Posted 04 December 2019 - 09:24 AM

The seminar in Quezon City that second week of November made me tired, bored, and horny. Horny do you say? It has nothing to do with the seminar. It was in my mind. Talks that lasted from eight in the morning till four in the afternoon made me dizzy by thinking ‘how should I get out of here without being noticed?’ I kept thinking all throughout if I should be dropping by late in the afternoon to a certain spa from which I have contacted “Ms G.” through a private message here in mtc for a possible session. I finally managed to ‘escape’ that warm afternoon right at the end of the seminar while everybody was busy taking photos of the participants.

 

I found the place. The name of the spa beside the gate seemed to be hiding in a corner as if telling that ‘those who are just familiar with mtc can come in and avail of the promo.’ It took a second look to find it in order to make sure it is the right place. I checked-in to a nearby appartelle to rest and sleep for awhile informing “Ms. G” that I am already nearby and most probably, I could come around 11 pm. I was so tired and, perhaps, that was not the right moment to go to a spa. Yet, when lust took over once will power, physical tiredness may just be a fleeting moment of discomfort. The lustful expectation became more torturous and sleep was driven out of the way. I prepared myself and walked just a short distance to the spa.

 

The ‘boy’ outside the spa assisted me in going in without any words. It worked for me since I was not fond of questions I felt uncomfortable to answer. The cozy yellowish light inside the spa and the extra large comfy sofa near the reception was a great temporary respite to a tired body. The girl receptionist was accommodating as I paid the advertised promo. It seemed like everything was already pre-arranged. The ‘boy’ showed me the room and closed the door. It was somewhat dark with only the light from the nearby bathroom being turned on. I waited for a few minutes with great expectation and my breathing seemed to run out of me. The door opened and there she was with a smile that filled the entire room. “Ms. G.” was more than what I have expected. Her picture did not do justice to the real one. She looked much prettier in person with her red lipstick and shiny attire. Her red robe hid the treasure beneath and her cheerful attitude drove away my discomforts and tiredness. Ngiti siya ng ngiti. Nakakaaliw kasama. ‘Yun palang bawi na. It felt like we were long lost friends.

 

“Hubad ka na sir. Tingnan ko nga kung ready na,” tapos hagalpak ng tawa habang hinawakan si junior while sitting on the bed. No, not yet ready. I laughed with her. “O, asan na ang buhay na manok na regalo mo?” she jokingly asked. “Sabi mo chubby ka at maitim. Mas maputi ka pa sa akin eh. Lahat ng sabi mo baligtad. Ang kulit kulit and napaka-talkative mo sa text pero ang tahi-tahimik mo at ang tipid magsalita,” she laughed about everything she recalled on our private messages. We have a good conversation even if I was lost for words. I was lost for words with her pretty [nakakagigil na pretty] round face rather than recalling the past.

 

The massage was soothing. It was legit from the expertise of her hands. She knew where to put the pressure and it was not just for arousal. Di nagmamadali. She took her time relaxing my tired muscles after knowing the agony I have to go through by attending that seminar. The arousal came later as I lay on my back. “Ms. G” eventually took off her red robe, white bra and underwear and rubbed her naked body on top of me gliding her round, tayong-tayo, perky breasts [yes, wow!] on my chest, smiled her sweetest smile and started kissing me on the lips. She initiated it all. It was not just a smack. It was torrid na parang uhaw na uhaw. She explored my lips and sucked my tongue. Such kiss opened the way for me to let go of the devil inside. I was aroused as she slowly nibbled my chest, my stomach and my manhood. She sucked me while purring her sweet sound of pleasure. She swallowed and nibbled at my dick just like I’ve seen only in pornographic videos. She was at a different level. Now, I knew what PSE really meant. A Porn Star Experience.

 

We slowly sat and I sucked her nipple. It was small and perky. She smelt of womanly soap as I explored her well-shaved pussy with my hand. I kissed her neck down to her tummy and slowly licked her still downwards. “Teka lang,” tapos tawa ng tawa while holding my head up. “Gusto mo ‘yan? Hihihi…’di ako naka-prepare. ‘Di ko na-expect. Teka lang,” as she went to the bathroom and washed up. She returned smiling and we kissed again and eventually I went down under and played my tongue in her pussy as she moaned and gyrated with my licking. The hot lustful atmosphere was broken by her shout ,”Hooyyyy….!!” It was not because of me. It was someone who opened the door while I was eating her as my midnight snack. The momentary break did not last long. I continued to eat her and played my tongue inside and outside her opening. I broke my rhythm and kissed her up to her small nipple. Sucked it gently and took my time. I was so hot with pleasure as I kissed her red lips again and rubbed my shaft outside her opening. And oh yes, there came another, “Hoyyyy…!!” My goodness! Another one attempted to open the door. “Nakalimutan ko kasi ang pako, pampa-lock diyan. Hihihi…” she explained. I’ve realized that a simple thing as a nail could have been greatly useful for such discreet moment.

 

Then, she pushed me to lie as she reached out for a condom and inserted it in my shaft. She became controlling as she sat on top of me, at the same time, smiling at me, kissing, and nibbling my lips never minding the womanly juice and scent from my mouth. She just sucked and nibbled and kissed me while assisting my manhood to her opening. After a few strokes, I cummed and I was even surprised. She was yet at the point where she was just beginning to abuse and make me feel what it really meant to have a porn star experience of a lifetime. That was it! I spurted my fluid unexpectedly in the middle of it all.

 

“Kaya pala lumambot na!” she giggled as she took it off and laid beside me. “Masyadong excited yata,” I explained with an apology. “Pagod ka pa niyan ha,” she laughed. We talked about things and took a shower together. It was not actually a shower. There was only a small ‘balde’ filled with water. She washed me up with soap and whispered, “Baka gusto mo pa?” then, she winked as flirtatious she can be while laughing.

 

I went out of that spa not my own self. I was on cloud 9. It was so unreal but so delicious. It was indeed a pornstar experience with “Ms. G.” She accommodated EVERYTHING I have hoped to happen in a spa and even more than that. She became my newfound addiction!



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Posted 30 January 2020 - 04:45 AM

I should be more wary in being enticed by the posted picture before I pick and click. I am sometimes lost for word on what to call it and for fear of being offensive, I’ll just console myself and “charge it to experience.” I don’t know if I can call it “deception” because the picture posted in the site was still the same person who came in the hotel but from a different angle and from a different time. The posted picture was slim and pretty but the one who came was a lot older, ‘heavier’, and with bulge I cannot measure. Anyway, I just contacted the ‘online receptionist’ for a massage and physical appearance should not matter but I was quiet frustrated with reality. I should have thought that the ‘ad’ is just like that by showing the ’best, the prettiest, and the most enticing’ side of things to attract clients who think more with their dicks than with their intelligence and common sense.

She’s “Tira-pist H”. She came wearing her black and white striped pants and greeted me with a declaration of dark motivation once inside the room, “Ang lingam sir, ‘di po kasama ang release, sir ha.” I just smiled knowing that by saying it, I presume that she would offer much more to “find my release” and for a higher rate. I just held my peace and waited for things to unfold on their own.

I was lying butt-naked as she proceeded with the massage rubbing my body with an aromatic oil and kneading my back and legs with her hands. Having experienced a few legit massages, it was as if she was just gliding her hands on my legs and focused more on tickling and stroking my manhood. It was not a massage at all. It was just like waiting for the time to pass on and a battlefield of silent expectation on who’s the first to break the silence. I tried to rest and nap a little but her stroke on my manhood was just too much that brought me into the borderline between waking and a nightmare.

I tried to forget about our conversation and I have really forgotten although it happened just a month ago. She broke the silence and offered rather a costly deal for me considering her kind of massage and her physical appearance. Personally, I don’t mind paying and just saying yes if it’s worth it but honestly, the service was not worth the price. I was not surprised by her offer but to my response when I said ‘yes’ just to end it all so that I can sleep even in my frustration without her in the room and she can go her own way by leaving my wallet thinner. In the future, perhaps, I should work on saying ‘no’ once in awhile.

“Tira-pist H” did not even take time to wash herself and take a bath. She should have taken into consideration to ‘clean’ herself in as much as I have taken the effort to take a bath while waiting for her. She just proceeded to uncover herself, spread her legs and do the deed like having a walk in the park. The only thing I can remember was her warm whisper behind my ear, “Ang bango niyo sir” while gliding her naked body from my back. It’s ‘Bvlgari’ my dear and not me. Her breasts were firm and the dark side of her nipples large enough to cover a small-sized egg. Her tummy was just too much to handle as if she’s five month pregnant or a reservoir of one case of San Mig light. I smelled something fishy and wished that she had taken a bath. I hated myself for being a fool on such occasion and tremendously regrettable when I took my wallet and handed her what we agreed upon. Every encounter was supposed to be memorable and lasting but with her, I was glad it was over and forgettable. “Tira-pist H” left as quickly as she came.

The things that reminded me about her were the used condom in the trash bin and her lingering fishy smell on the bed. I indeed found my release as I released a deep sigh of regret, put out the light and just “charged everything to experience.”



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Posted 11 February 2020 - 07:10 PM

That Saturday night of December was madly frustrating. I inquired on a nearby apartelle where I stayed before the first time I met “Ms. G” and there was no vacancy. I have travelled far enough and, thus, my frustration was unimaginable. I walked at least twice back and forth looking for a nearby hotel to stay but there was no vacancy. They were fully occupied. I have glimpsed some people still waiting for their turn for a room to stay. I again looked for another but without luck. My shirt was drenched with perspiration from such exertion. I informed  “Ms. G” about the situation. She replied promptly that she was willing to wait. I don’t want to travel so far after the massage. I might sleep so soundly and miss my stop. I came to relax and not to torture myself with such annoying reason. I found myself outside the gate, drenched with perspiration, and sitting for at least an hour waiting for her response but she stopped communicating. Perhaps, she was busy. Out of frustration, I decided to just call it a day and wait for another opportunity. I texted “Ms. G” that I’ll just ‘find another time’ and she replied too late already as I was already in the taxi.

 

I eventually decided to try my luck to stay for a night in one of the hotels in Cubao where I usually stayed if I found myself in Manila. The hotel was loaded as well. It was a crowd! More like a marketplace. There was still no vacant room and I was asked to wait [if willing] and I waited for three hours before I was provided with a room. Never! Never again would I stay in Manila if possible on a Saturday evening when all the ‘hard-ons’ and grunts were at their heights and seemed to occupy the corners of every room.

 

I stayed in the hotel as I informed “Ms. G” where I was accommodated. Luck was still on my side as she promised me if it would be okay for me to wait and meet her in the early morning when the gate would be opened. She came around 9 in the morning. ‘Bagong ligo’ and still very sexy in her red t-shirt and skin-tight blue jeans. It was her first time daw to meet in a hotel. She was wearing a face mask. The corona virus was still never heard of that time but she just wanted to hide her face.

 

I met “Ms. G” the second time and she still took my breath away with her well-rounded butt, sensual lips, and lightly colored blond hair. Though I was not able to sleep much because of lustful longing and felt physically tired because of that, yet, her personal appearance provided me with the energy I never knew I had. I was wearing black shorts with no shirt. There were small talks with her on how she lost her way in the hotel and finally found the room, a few laughters, while she recovered herself and rested beside me. She smelt of bath soap and flowery cologne. After a few minutes she said, “Hubad ka na sir” while showing that naughty glint from her eyes. I willingly obliged as I laughed, jumped off the bed and uncovered myself naked.

 

She waited for me to get naked as she eventually stood up to undress and put her discarded clothes on top of the nearby drawer with a big mirror. The coldness of the air-conditioned room was not enough to cover the heat of our bodies as she positioned herself beside me and kissed me on the lips while I hugged her smooth and well-proportioned body. I pulled her closer to taste her mouth from which she responded with passion. She’s not petite and not fat either. Just enough for my hands to glide and feel the curves in the right places. Her breasts were well-rounded ‘at hindi laspag’ as her small nipples perked up while I tickled them with my two fingers. Her breasts were her assets and her butt to die for.

 

She initiated the movement as she smoothly glided down, sucked my nipple and continued to nibble my stomach while stroking my shaft up and down. She went down further, knelt down under with her butt on air, and began to lick my tip and swallowed it whole so smoothly that I gasped with pleasure. “Ms. G” still exceeded my expectation just like the first time as she licked and swallowed my shaft efficiently rubbing it with one hand while purring her sexy groan and reaching out to pinch my nipple with the other hand. She was more of a therapist for me but a sex goddess willing to please and satisfy my lustful call of earthly release. If there is heaven on earth, she’s an angel who brings glad tidings. This time she was not in a hurry as we have all morning for ourselves in the secrecy of that private room. I pulled her up and this time kissed her lips. She liked to be kissed as she responded with enthusiasm while, at times, she would put out her tongue and tease me with it by dancing it around the contours of my lips. Nibbling, licking, sucking, until our breath became one in rhythm of our burning passion. I returned the favor as I dived-in and sucked her small and perky nipple. It was like the nipple of a teen-ager and not a mother.

 

“Ms. G”’s sexy purring like a cat in heat made me crazy with desire. She has that effect on me. I took advantage of that heavenly encounter as I massaged her firm breast, lifted her arm and kissed her armpit. Her skin was so smooth and smelt with womanly, flowery perfume even on that corner. Then, I nibbled at her stomach and rotated my tongue on her belly button until I reached her wonderful and well-shaved pussy. “Ms. G” still smelt like bath soap down under and I fully satisfied my craving for that fine dining as she gave me all the freedom to eat her while she grinded her hips to assist me with my gesture. I sucked her clit as I felt her wetness moistening my mouth. While continually rubbing her clit, I glided my tongue on her smooth leg, gently turned her over and continued to bite in small portions her well-rounded butt. She fully gave in to my direction with just a gentle nudge and prodding. I lifted her butt for that thrust of a lifetime but she quickly turned over and said, “Wala pang condom, hihihi.” She giggled like a little girl as she asked, “Wala kang dala?” Unfortunately, I have not brought any. “Sige, lagyan na lang natin ng lub” as she stood up, opened her bag and put out a tube from which I have no idea what brand since the room was dimly lit. She squeezed a generous amount and put it on my dick which felt cold and slimy. Then, she kissed me again, glided her tongue on my lips and explored my tongue deeper. She positioned herself on top of me and smoothly guided me inside her without breaking the rhythm of her kiss. That sweet purring again sounded like an aphrodisiac in my ears as I supported her widespread legs on top of me in a squat position as she slowly pumped me up and down. I was so hard and highly palpitated with her manipulation. I forgot everything else except that throbbing desire down under. I wished it would last forever but my manly spurt was not able to hold on any longer with a goddess on top of me tempting me with her tricks and intensed drive to bring me to the heights of pure bliss. As usual, she flirtatiously smiled as she looked at me while setting her hands on my chest to support herself with her motion. I felt free and uninhibited by her gyration as I whimpered in ecstasy. Just as I was about to burst, I pulled her up forcefully as if she did not want to yet, as I released my manly fluid outside her wet pussy. It was a warm, wet and wild squeeze as she continued to rub her mound on my manly fluid. The first round ended and again with her sweet signature smile, she lay down beside me. Well-spent as well.

 

After our breathing subsided, she invited me to take a shower together as we washed ourselves. She became an expert on washing every curve of my body with the available soap from the hotel. We went back to bed fully satisfied, dried up and still naked while we talked about family matters.

 

That first round was followed by a second and a third and a fourth. I was surprised with myself on where did I get all the energies for that lustful exploration all over her naked body. In her early 20’s, any man I suppose would be driven crazy to ride her until the last drop. I spent my last drop on her on those three hours of being with her until it was time for her to go. She left the hotel with her mask on, skin tight jeans and red t-shirt while leaving my manhood red and still pulsating with pressure and satisfaction.

 

I took a bath to go as well while entertaining the thought, “The second time with “Ms. G” would never be the last.”



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Posted 21 February 2020 - 06:39 AM

A typical day again. Rest from work. The morning breeze asserting its presence from the windows, reading at mtc, a cup of coffee on hand, and a lighted cigarrette on the other could be quiet a dangerous combination.
Should I go again and allow myself to be seduced by the cravings of my human flesh or just sleep it off? So...hard to sleep. My backback on top of my table looks more enticing.
The cold morning breeze seems hard to resist...perhaps, a good morning shower can break off the inner steam from my body. Haayy...kalibogan.

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Posted 25 February 2020 - 07:36 AM

Holiday na naman. Makagala nga ulit.‍♂️

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Posted 06 March 2020 - 01:15 AM

It's 1 am and once again, the day is young...
But still the ticking hand continues to bare its fang.
Forward, downward, upward, TODAY.
Have I grown old much better than yesterday?

Edited by Kenshin132, 06 March 2020 - 01:17 AM.


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Posted 06 March 2020 - 01:53 AM

Mailap ka na naman kahit pinipilit kitang abutin.
Bigla ka na lang lumayo at ako'y sadya mong binitin.
Ano na naman ngayon ang dahilan ng iyong pagtatampo?
Ano naman kaya ang nagawa kong kasalanan at ikaw'y kusang lumalayo?
Dahil ba sa di ko napalabhan ang kumot ng tatlong araw?
Kaya ka ba ang hirap abutin sa dahilang pahapyaw?
Gusto mo ba akong maligo para lumapit ka ulit?
Kanina pa kita kinukulit pero ayaw mo pa ring kumapit.
Halika ka na kasi...
at 'di ka magsisisi

Halika na ANTOK at yakapin mo ako.
PATULUGIN mo ulit ang diwa ko!

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Posted 09 March 2020 - 11:55 PM

Bakit ba lagi mo akong ginigising?
Kahit ako man ay lasing.
Perfect timing ka ba?
O nakasanayan lang kita?

Madilim pa at mukhang ang oras ay mahaba pa.
Magpatulog ka ulit para good mood sa umaga.

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#12 Kenshin132

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Posted 19 March 2020 - 11:15 AM

Bakit kaya kung kelan bawal lumabas, mas masarap gumala? Haayy. Buhay.
Bakit kaya sanay naman ako sa loob ng bahay pero nakakabagot pag pinagbawalan?

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Posted 20 March 2020 - 11:27 AM

[About a year ago]

The myth claims that the woman tempted the man to eat the forbidden fruit, thus, they ended up realizing that they were naked. Along the centuries, the forbidden fruit was named although it was not indicated in the original account. The reddish, luscious, juicy fruit might as well be part of a myth of one creative imagination from the writer(s) portfolio as there was no revelation of a third party observer when Paradise was created for two people, yet, it might as well be true when I opened the door and let her come in on that cold evening in a hotel room.

She came like a “reddish, luscious, juicy” fruit in flesh and blood that the myth of temptation became, indeed, a reality. Her name said it all as, at first, she went in with indifference and a smile that was as rare as the pissing of the water buffalo under a blue moonlight. “Sobrang tipid naman ngumiti nito,” I thought. “At mukhang suplada.” Yet, facades can just be a wall to suppress a certain wild side and I intended to break that wall and bring out that ‘hurrah’ of desire.

“Juicy J” wore a ‘reddish’ lipstick packaged in one ‘luscious’ body. Though her black-and-white striped pants appeared loose, she cannot hide her well-proportioned petite body under her white printed t-shirt. She really looked so ‘juicy’ literally and so sexy as I surveyed her no extra fat body. She might be evenly tanned under those coverings I imagined. My type ‘kaya lang mukhang suplada at di ngumingiti.’ Trying to harness my hot, blazing breath like a bull ready to take charge was quiet difficult to suppress. “Juicy J” has strong sex appeal and pretty in her own way. Her slightly colored reddish hair, strong cheekbone, and thin eyebrows may not be, what I call, an attraction to the crowd. Without her make-up, she might be just one of the typical faces of a ‘dalagang pilipina.’ Yet, her sex appeal was so strongly attracting even if she was not consciously inviting. My urge was so strong that when she told me to get naked after a few legit massages and pressures, I was naked in a flash! “Alisin na natin to, sir?” she asked me so seriously like a robot ‘na hindi man lang talaga ngumingiti.’ I didn’t know how I got naked as I followed her instruction.  My mind was totally occupied on controlling my urges.

She started to position herself in between my legs as she gently stroked my tool with an expression like ‘para lang nagbubungkal ng lupa’; just like an ordinary occupation to pass the time planting and waiting for the rain to come. I can’t hold on anymore as she gently glided her hand up and down on my manhood focusing intently on the strokes with the use of her aromatic oil. She avoided eye contact by all means. Though I tried to control my urge to speak, it was too much to be a naked gentleman on such occasion. I mustered up the courage to ask for a request, “Puwedeng dito ka sa tabi ko?” showing my ever naughty sweet smile with not so sweet motivation. I wanted to touch her not just look at her stroking my sensitive part.

I was surprised that without any question and even without changing any of her expression, she willingly got up, sat beside me, and continued stroking my hardened manhood. ‘Just a little’ I thought so that I can find my release without appearing to cross her personal boundaries as I bravely reached out and glided my hand on one of her breasts outside her shirt. Her response was not what I expected. ‘Mukha talaga kasing suplada.’ Instead of detaching herself from my touch as she continued to maintain her reserved coldness in her maneuvers, she slowly took off her shirt and exposed her black bra as if saying ‘I don’t mind’ while still focusing her eyes on my manhood and continued stroking. Perhaps, it was just out of luck or was she really a robot? A juicy automated sex machine only covered-up with flesh-like skin? I explored further and I prepared myself for a well-deserved slap once the attempt would be futile as I boldly unlocked her black bra and oh my, she didn’t resist! She just shrugged her shoulders and let it drop off on the bed. Her perky, petite breasts were too hard to resist as I lost inhibitions. I became mad with desire as I sat up and held her breast near me and sucked her ‘pinkish’ nipple. Her nipple was so tiny and she smelled of bath soap. No hint of cologne or perfume on her body.

She stopped her strokes and slowly laid down on the bed as I smoothly nibbled her perky nipple. I continued to explore my tongue to her neck and kissed her lips without any resistance. She responded with intensity as she massaged my back. Her ‘wild side’ was coming to the surface and I intended to take advantage of it. I further explored my tongue down to her tummy as I unlocked the knot from her black-and-white slacks. She raised her legs slightly as I uncovered her while leaving her black silky negligee behind. I caught a glimpse of her rare smile as I feasted my eyes on her mound. She’s really petite in good proportion. No flabby fat. Evenly-tanned as I imagined. I kissed her mound and slowly took off her covering revealing a well-shaved brown line as I freely glided my tongue to that soft mound and sucked her clit deeper. She smelled so good and still like bath soap.  The strong lingering perfume of ‘Downy’ from her underwear clung strongly on her skin which made the exploration of my tongue more pleasant. She raised her hips slightly and let out a soft moan of pleasure as she freely spread her legs to provide me with a free passage. I took my time licking, exploring, sucking on her well-shaved mound until her moan became clear and loud. Her ‘wild side’ showed that she was no longer a robot and this was not just like her ordinary walk in the park. I wondered why she gave me such freedom.

I positioned myself in between her, opened her legs and just let the movement bring us to oblivion. Her wetness complimented my strokes as I kissed her passionately on the lips. We exchanged our hot breath like two sinful strangers trying to find a release of satisfaction in our private moment of darkness. The moans stayed still and the only witness was the four corners of that hotel room. I gladly satisfied my hands on her pinkish nipples and freely travelled on all corners of her sexy body. I released my cravings to a willing warm body whose limited smile and words greatly compensated to her unlimited show of passion. I let my tongue do the talking on her neck, lips, and even her armpit. I found my gem and that ‘forbidden fruit’ accommodated all of my longings. If this was temptation, I’ll gladly soak on it forever. The movement changed in intensity far hotter as I brought it to completion outside her mound.

I was well-spent and she just let herself be spread-eagled on the bed without a care in the world and just naked. She was trying to catch her breath as she looked at me with a hint of a smile. ‘Sobrang tipid pa ring ngumiti pero napaka-wild dumampi’ I thought.

One of my best moments so far from a massage therapist. I gratefully texted the receptionist who sent such ‘forbidden fruit’ on my lap. When it was time for her to go, “Juicy J” prepared to leave without asking for anything more than what I agreed upon with the receptionist for the massage. I was so satisfied that I just gave her double and she just accepted it with a smile. ‘Sobrang tipid pa rin ngumiti at magsalita.’

“Juicy J” as a reddish, luscious, juicy fruit taught me what it means to sin in Paradise without feeling guilty about it.



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Posted 30 March 2020 - 10:14 AM

[About a year ago]

Black shorts, printed white t-shirt, a different hairstyle slightly wavy, long, red-colored hair, and still, that red luscious lipstick made the waiting worth it.

After, at least two weeks, I again met “Juicy J” for the second time on the same hotel. No words, no smile, but the atmosphere of that encounter was quiet comfortable that words were unnecessary. I broke the silence, “Gusto mo kumain muna?”. “Hindi na po. Kumain na po ako,” she said with a slight smile.

The soothing massage proceeded as usual with my shorts on which calmed down my nerves and loosened up my edgy mood. “Juicy J” knew what to do and did it professionally. Her hands compensated and spoke the language that her lips failed to speak. I could have slept soundly from the rhythm of her rubbing and the smell of the aromatic oil she used on my body but, I was waiting for something to happen. Something that made me asked for her again and something to slake my dark and thirsty desire. After almost 45 minutes of gently rubbing my legs, back and neck she said, “Alisin mo na shorts mo, sir.” That something was the invitation I was waiting for on such encounter. I gladly did and showed my privacy in all its nakedness as I laid on my back.

“Juicy J” eventually needed no invitation as she softly sucked my nipple and rubbed my manhood with her hand to attention. I can smell a certain sort of ‘hair treatment’ from her hair which was the same one I normally smelt from salons. After kissing my chest, she positioned herself by opening her legs, sat on top of my face and allowed me to smell her ‘personal piece’ with her black shorts on. She didn’t need words to tell me what she expected to happen just like the first time. I willingly obliged as I smelt her ‘centerpiece’ outside her shorts which smelt like a strong perfumed downy then I reached with both of my hands for her breasts. Her breasts were soft, not so big, and just enough to fill the cup of my hands outside her shirt. She locked her white athletic legs on both sides of my face as she took charge of the moment by defying the coldness of the air-conditioned room with the flame of our bodies.

I unbuttoned her shorts and opened her zipper while she slowly took off her top and unlocked her bra. She placed herself by my side, put up her legs while I removed her shorts. I sucked her small and ‘pinkish’ nipple as she still smelt like bath soap. I took my time to lick and nibble at her perky nipple while I glided my hand inside her silky, violet underwear. Another silky sensation met my hand with her soft, not so thick bush underneath. I can hear her softly groan as I gently rubbed her sensitive hole with my finger. She was wet and willing as she got lost in the dizzying spell of lustful pleasure. I leisurely kissed downward to her tummy, leaving a bite-sized sting on her skin, slowly pulled down her underwear and opened her legs. “Juicy J” really smelt like a strong perfumed downy down there as I freely explored her ‘centerpiece’ with my tongue. Gliding, sucking it all in, coming in, opening, as her juice melted with my lips.

I knelt in between her legs, held her heels, and raised her legs as I entered her by just allowing my sturdy tool to glide inside her cave. She met my thrust with her warm and moist welcome as she closed her eyes with pleasure and groaned her satisfaction which filled the room with erotic sounds shared by two individuals who met as strangers, part-time lovers, and will eventually end-up as strangers again. The moment was all that mattered to forget who we were and what we projected in the eyes of the public. This was our secret that can only be kept hidden in the shadowy corners of our souls. She met my lips as we tried to imprison the fleeting and fluttering wings of passion in between our hot breath. Tongue with tongue, nibbling, tasting, sucking, in harmony with our thrusts and getting lost in the delirium of lust to fill the need of a hunger that was as ancient as time.

I knew it would end as time will cease to be our friend. I knew we would end up as strangers again. I knew that this was just fleeting, short-lived like the rapid, fluttering wings of a bee that will eventually get tired of sipping the nectar of a flower and die contented in the end.

The flame died down as we cooled-off the embers of our fiery bodies. The proof of my eruption was drying up on top of her mound. My body was well-spent and satisfied. I knew that it would end as “Juicy J”, after cleaning herself, went away again but left behind a trace of lustful remembrance and a lingering whimper that still echoed in my memory.

 

 



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Posted 01 April 2020 - 07:45 PM

[About a year ago]

This time she smiled the moment I opened the door.  She looked surprised to see me. Perhaps, she was not expecting to find a stranger who met her twice as a lover. I didn’t get her number as she never offered to give it to me. I didn’t ask. The meeting was arranged through a receptionist.

Less than a month and that was the third time I called for “Juicy J.” She has become an addiction and I was not sure when it would last. The make-up and too ‘reddish’ lipstick were gone. The long, wavy hair was replaced with a straight one but still the same reddish color. The floral blouse and jeans with little slits up front slightly covered a curvy figure. She came in all her ‘nakedness’ without the use of superficial beauty products that tended to hide more than highlight the natural luster of one’s skin.

We already understood each other with just a nod and bashful smiles. No need for words to express the desire that timidly retreats under the disguise of blushing. A different room but still the same hotel has become a familiar corner of our lustful encounter.

“Juicy J”, without changing clothes, proceeded to sit at my back while I was lying face down on the bed with my shorts on. I became too familiar with her that my courage surprised me. When she was about to do the usual massage, I quickly changed position, faced her while still lying down, and said,” Huwag na masahe. Katatapos ko lang pamasahe kagabi.” It was already late in the morning and the night before, I asked for a massage from another spa. It was legit, soothing and I rested for the night. I have a different plan with “Juicy J” and I intended to express it bravely without the frills of kneading and rubbing superficialities. “Ha? Kelan?” she asked. “Kagabi lang. Nagpamasahe na ako,” I explained. She understood that I have a different need which demanded attention without actually saying it.

“Juicy J” just literally fell into my arms as I pulled her closer and we just kissed and tasted each other’s tongue. We explored each other’s bodies, gliding, kneading, pinching, like sweet strangers who don’t know each other’s names but warmly welcome each other’s bodies like a familiar terrain of one’s homecoming. I unbuttoned her blouse and bra as I slowly kissed her neck. She eventually sat up and unbuttoned her jeans as I pulled it out from her legs. I kissed her well-toned tummy and slowly uncovered her last wrapping. The familiar hint of downy met my tongue as I kissed her on that secret landscape in between her legs. She grinded, moaned, and craned her neck as she slowly gave in to the sensation. I took my time licking, rubbing, sucking while holding her butt for greater penetration as I allowed my tongue and lips to do the talking.

After sometime, she took control as she pulled me up, sucked my nipple, and glided her hand to take off my shorts. She successfully awakened my manhood to attention with her hand, guided the tip to her opening as she sat on top of me and grinded me while craning her neck backwards, unmindful of her soft groaning that rose up in pitch as the moment intensified to heightened sensation. I returned the favor as I positioned myself on top of her and pumped her wetness like a drilling rod exploring further and deeper the oil of desire in order to quench its thirst for a deeper yearning.

She welcomed my burst deep inside and the clock momentarily suspended with the twisting of our bodies that signaled the fulfillment of an orgasm. It started as a slow, gentle climb and ended up fast and uncontrollable. We both sighed a sense of relief as we, once again, became mindful of the clock that piercingly reminded our consciousness that such moment will not last. Human passion, no matter how hot, will still return to embers.

“Juicy J” left as I expected. I gave her two boxes of cakes (actually given by some friends) to bring home and hoped that she’ll never forget. I didn’t ask for her number. She never offered. I once again contacted the receptionist after a few weeks. She already left the spa for good. “Juicy J” indeed literally went home to the province and never to be found.

I let out a sigh of frustration as I put down the phone. I’ve realized that some sweet fruits can only last at the third bite.



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Posted 03 April 2020 - 01:30 PM

Songs in my iTunes to get by the boredom

 

A letter to…

 

It seems just a “Wishful Thinking” to be “Alone with You” right now as on these days “You are Always on my Mind” but you’re “Miles Away”.

 

I miss those “Bright Eyes” and those “Bright Lights” when we were “So Happy Together”. Right now, I feel so “Lost Without Your Love” as I lift up my “Hands to Heaven” to “Save a Prayer” for me and you.

 

Someday, “I’ll Find my Way Home” to “Wrap Your Arms Around Me” again as I remember the moment that “Feels Like Fire” from “Morning, noon and nighttime”.

 

Right now, it’s still “Dangerous” as the virus tries to “Rule the World”. I am still fighting up-front  “Against All Odds” to “Save Your Love” and our “Dreams” “Everytime” the “Three Inches of Heaven” might seem so true in every infection.

 

I am giving the “Best of my Love” and the “Best of Me” by this “Breakaway” from you.  “Don’t Cry Tonight” since you know that “You Won’t See Me Cry” as you’re used to see me “Forever Strong”. Yet, sometimes I do – secretly – when I think of the “Loneliness” away from “Home”. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to “Come on Home” even if the world seems to be turning “Upside down” right now, just “Don’t Leave Home” for your safety. You know, I always keep my promise.

 

“Tonight”, “When I Look to the Sky”, I gaze at “A Sky Full of Stars” and I am comforted.  Someone out there “Somewhere, Somehow” seems to be telling me “I Watch You” and don’t despair since this will not be “Forever” as, perhaps, most of us are in a “Broken” situation to remind us not to take things for granted. The reassuring comfort “Everytime We Touch” to tell a “Very Special Love” for each other; the “Joy and Fun” of being together or on “Telephone”; the loving hug “As tears go by” after our petty quarrels; the “Magic” and the “Initial Thrill” while we “Listen to the Rhythm of the Falling Rain” as we hummed our tunes together. Simple “Moments”, I strongly recall in these trying times, that made living worthwhile and made me “Strong Again”.

 

This letter ends with “I Love You” and you know it’s true. For now, someone is coming.  The “Leader of the Band” and the master of “Our House” beckoning me once “Again” of my duty.

 

NANAY : “MAGSAING KA NA! TAMA NA CHAT!”

 

Songs and artists:

 

“Wishful Thinking” (China Crisis)

“Alone with You” (Outfield)

 “You are Always on my Mind” (Pet Shop Boys)

 “Miles Away” (Colin Blunstone)

“Bright Eyes” (Art Garfunkel)

 “Bright Lights” (Match Box twenty)

“So Happy Together” (Simple Plan)

“Lost Without Your Love” (Bread)

“Hands to Heaven” (Breathe)

“Save a Prayer” (Duran Duran)  

“I’ll Find my Way Home” (Jon and Vangelis)

“Wrap Your Arms Around Me” (Agnetha Faltskog)

“Feels Like Fire” (Santana)

“Morning, noon and nighttime” (Jane Olivar)

“Dangerous” (Wes Montgomery)

 “Rule the World” (Take That)

“Against All Odds” (Phil Collins)

“Save Your Love” (Bad Boys Blue)

“Dreams” (P. Lion)

“Everytime” (Tatyana Ali)

“Three Inches of Heaven” (Erhu Cover)

“Best of my Love” (Eagles)

“Best of Me” (David Foster and Olivia Newton John)

“Breakaway” (France Joli)

“Don’t Cry Tonight” (Savage)

“You Won’t See me Cry” (B-Tribe)

“Forever Strong” (Sink To See)

“Loneliness” (OST Naruto)

“Home” (Chris Daughtry)

“Come on Home” (Cyndi Lauper)

“Upside down” (6 Cycle Mind)

“Don’t Leave Home” (Dido)

“Tonight” (Ken Laszlo)

“When I Look to the Sky” (Trains)

“A Sky Full of Stars” (Coldplay)

“Somewhere, Somehow” (Amy Grant and Michael Smith)

 “I Watch You” (Lee Cabrera)

 “Forever” (Rex Smith)

 “Broken” (Seether feat. Amylee)

 “Everytime We Touch” (Cascada)

 “Very Special Love” (Maureen McGovern)

 “Joy and Fun” (Pandera)

 “Telephone” (Sheena Easton)

 “As tears go by” (Rolling Stones)

“Magic” (Olivia Newton John)

“Initial Thrill” (Kenia)

 “Listen to the Rhythm of the Falling Rain”

“Moments” (Princess China Music Orchestra)

“Strong Again” (N-Dubz)

“I Love You” (Celine Dion)

 “Leader of the Band” (Dan Fogelberg)

 “Our House” (Young)

“Again” (Lenny Kravitz)

 







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