April 27, 2010

Like Clockwork

Ten on the dot. Red wine at hand, she dimmed her lights before sitting on the recliner facing the tele. She just finished bathing, her hair still in a towel. She was wearing her usual sleepwear --- pyjama top and nothing more. I have been watching her for months now that I have memorised her routine.

She would wake up at 6:45am, leave for work 30 minutes later, be back by 8:40pm with Chinese take-out and a bottle of vino in tow. She would take her boring clothes off nonchalantly, uncork the wine, pour some in a stemmed glass, and eat her Chinese take-out while standing beside the counter-top. She was always alone. I never saw her bring a bloke home and have coffee with. She was not a looker, but she had her own charms.

She turned on her tele, and continued sipping her wine. She started touching her bosom over her cotton pj top. I sat on the cushions by my bay window with my hand down my boxers. The show's commencing...


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Never in my life did I imagine doing this. I just found out a couple of months ago that the townhouse across my flat building was sold to an old couple. They're not really that old, sure, the man's sporting a salt and pepper hair, and the lady has streaks of grey in her blondie tresses, but they're not geriatric old. I wasn't the snoopy-nosy type of person, however, one fateful night, I peered on my window and saw them copulating. Ever since then, I formed a habit. A very dangerous habit.

Tonight, the couple's role-playing. The lady's wearing a pirate costume, although she's almost 50, she still rocked the costume with her skinny yet fit body. The man's wearing a ruffled shirt and tight pants, he's the same age with the lady and as fit, except for a little beer belly. The man's hands were tied to the pole behind him, he was her captive.

The lady licked the man's face from his jawline up to his ear, down to his neck, to his collarbone, up to the other side of his neck, up to his jawline, to his other ear. I felt my body starting to burn.

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She started kneading her breasts, and pinching her nipples. I could not see if those nubs were distended, but I could imagine they were. From where I was sitting, I could only reckon she was letting out soft moans of pleasure, and the thought excited me even more.

Her hands went inside her top, continuously kneading her breasts. Her shirttail went up and I saw her Brazilian-waxed pussy. I wanted to taste those pussy lips, I wanted to smell it, and blow kisses on it. I got harder...

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The lady's tongue went down the man's chest. She sucked on his nipples then traced her tongue further down. She kneeled down and pulled the man's pants off, and from where I was sitting, I could only assume she was fellating him as she bobbed her head up and down his groin. This went on for minutes, and then she stopped. The lady stood up, stepped back, and started to undress. She took her waist cincher off first, then the off-shoulder peasant blouse, she was not wearing any bras underneath, and then, she stepped out of her skirt. The lady was now wearing only her pair of black boots, bandana, eye-patch, and knickers. She commanded him to sit down, I assumed, as the man slid down the pole and sat down the floor.

The lady slowly stepped forward. She kissed him passionately, then halted. She raised herself until her crotch  was leveled to his face. As if on cue, he started kissing her knicker-covered crotch. My mind envisioned him sucking her clitoris, tonguing her vaginal orifice.


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Her hand went down her wet pussy while the other's still clutching her jugs. I could see her rubbing the nub hidden beneath her mons. She was playing with herself intensely, and I was loving it. My breathing became labored, my heartbeat's getting faster. I was stroking myself in-sync to her disappearing finger.

She was almost there, over the edge, I could sense it. She didn't know what to do, her other hand was all over her body: touching, pinching, kneading...

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The lady went down the man's lap. She impaled herself in one swift move. Using her knees as leverage, she started bronc riding the man...

I could not stand it anymore...I could not hold it any longer...I was being consumed...

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She was vigorously fingering her depth. I could also feel it...the building tension inside her body and mine!

"C'mon, baby.. give it to me.."

Fap, fap, fap, fap, fap.

And as if on cue, I saw her grab a handful of her hair and bit her arm as she convulsed while coming.

"Oh, gawd, sweet mary fucking joseph.." I came too. Time to hit the showers.

April 18, 2010

Lucille

Sa aking paglalakad ika'y nakita
Marilag mong tindig ay aking napuna
'Di yata't ikaw ay isang engkantada
'Pagkat sa unang tingin ika'y aking sininta

Ninais kong ika'y maging akin
Ang iyong kurbada'y ibig kong himasin
Daliri ko'y nangangati na ika'y salingin
At sa aking mga bisig ika'y yayapusin

Sumapit ang gabi, paligid ay nabalot ng dilim
Heto, ang aking puso, sa iyo'y nanininimdim
Sa Diyos nananalangin nang mataimtim
Sana bukas ika'y naroon pa rin

Pagnanasa ko'y naibsan kinaumagahan
Nang makita kang muli sa tindahan
Kariktan mo'y muli kong nasilayan
Sa pagkahibang 'di ako matauhan

Tuwa at galak ay ramdam
Nang ilang oras ika'y nahiram
Ngunit pinsgi ko ay nahilam
Nang matuklasang ito'y kulang

Alindog mo'y nakabibighani
Sa isipan ko'y 'di ka mapawi
Lalong-lalo na ang iyong landi
Sa tuwing ika'y aking sakbibi


Ikaw na nagdudulot sa aking ng ligaya
Iibigin kita sa bundok man o sa aplaya
Sa kandungan ko matatagpuan mo ang saya
Pag-iipunan kita, aking gitara