Martes, Disyembre 29, 2015

EB series: Finale

rest of Part Three here.
...i compelled him to be as gentle and was glad that he complied. he would reach down on me at every moment and plant kisses at the back of my neck, and bite my ear, like a sweet reassurance that it will be fine and that i would still enjoy whatever we were doing. “just tell me if you’re hurting..”, i admired the reverence even a midst an intercourse, checking if i could still hold on to it. “just go on, i’d say when this is getting too uncomfortable”. but really, i just want him to fuck me like he had wanted to. and i'd let him have that.


* * * *

while on a dog stand, he held me firmly by the waist and adjusted his angle to a position where he could crouch down with his knees bent on a half squat. he ordered me to be steady. though his requests were appeasing, i obliged with his firm instructions like a slave following his master’s imperatives. and from there he pushed himself inwards again, moving in and out, filling and emptying me, without breaking the rhythm. i adjusted my knees and put them closer together to squeeze more on him. “ughh..” he could not muffle his groans anymore. although his position was a little unstable, he managed to reach me from behind to give my dick some stroking. he probably thought he needed to reciprocate the gratification, and that i needed it too at the moment. it felt a lot better now: twenty for the effort. he’d just proven his mastery: he’s really good at this beyond doubt.

my chuckle shifted into a shivering gasp when he was continually stroking me, rough palms but with the perfect pressure made my tool slither so flawlessly inside his grip. i think there was a mingling between a slight discomfort on my behind and the close-to-orgasm feeling this man was giving me. the rhythm of his hips seamlessly goes in euphony with his consistent rubbing. i could not believe that what his doing caused a lot of pleasure as much pain. with that i couldn’t keep my groans anymore. rough hands, hard dick, and sweaty body of a hot guy fucking me from behind were kind of an unusual but perfectly combined recipe working in ways that had never occurred to me.

after a while he carried me back to the bed again. he eased me up over onto the sheets, clearing the scattered pillows over. i saw his dick not getting any limper. he placed my legs over his shoulders to restrain me, and pinned me down with his palms over mine. i felt his swell yet again inside me. he was pounding harder than he ever did earlier. this is it. “oh god fuck me hard”, i pleaded to him like a servant begging for his lord. “you liked this, huh”, he said pushing some more. “you want this, i’m gonna finish you off”, he said again, gasping his breath. i was this time letting it all out: shaking, yelling, and cursing. and after one final shove together with a loud unrepressed groan, he collapsed onto me covered with sweat. i reached for his back and glided my hands over his dripping body, and gave him one final lick on his neck. then we settled after a while, tired. drenched.

he rolled off the bed and went to the toilet. i thought i heard a flick of a rubber and then the tap running. when he came back he was already bare, limp and lifeless. he gave me a weak smile, and i just marveled at his nakedness. he laid down on the center of the bed while i was on the side near the edge from our last position. he reached his arm telling me to come closer to him. we cuddled: with his overall appearance it was not obvious for a guy like him to do such. i haven’t really known him yet. somehow he’s full of surprises even at the verge of this dying encounter. so we talked. we talked about many other things, the type i cannot disclose. i admired him more, i felt his authenticity, as much as i felt sadness that maybe this one was just as fleeting as everything else. 

i knew it.

but for the remaining moments, i’d slept on his arms for the rest of the evening.
tomorrow wouldn’t be too soon.



related posts: 
EB series: part One
                 part Two
                 part Three


Sabado, Disyembre 19, 2015

a sweet pleasurable nothing

gusto ko lang kumanta nang kumanta. Christmas party namin: sa pagkakataong ito para maiba naman, sa beach. ang sarap, lalo na’t medyo naka-inom na't tumitigas na ang pagmumukha mo at hindi ka na nakakaramdam ng hiya. kasabay ng tugtog ng musika ay ang pagsayaw rin ng mga kasamahan ko. lahat nag-eenjoy, and ganda nilang tingnan, lahat masaya. mga ilang kanta rin bago ako tumigil, parang ang init na sa pakiramdam at gusto ko munang magpahangin kaya't lumabas ako ng cottage dala ang basong pangtoma  upang do'n muna ako malapit sa baybayin. kailangan kong huminga: ihinga lahat ng mga problema, mga bigat na nararamdaman, at mga bagay na bumabagabag s’aking isip nung panahon na yon kung meron man. gusto ko lang tumahimik sandali at mapag-isa.

tahimik ang dagat bagama't meron pa ring naliligo sa di kalayuan kahit madilim na. masaya rin sila gaya namin, naliligo at sumasabay sa takbo ng mga alon. ilang sandali rin me napansin akong lalakeng papalapit. isa siya sa mga naliligo pero tinatahak niya ang dereksyon ko. gusto niya rin siguro muna ng tahimik at medyo lumayo siya sa mga ka-tropa niya; wala rin kasing tao doon sa bandang andun ako. tiningnan ko lang siya sa di kalayuan. papalapit, at unti unti ko na siyang naaaninag sa liwanag galing sa cottage namin.

hindi pa rin ako bumitaw ng tingin hanggang sa nasa tapat na siya. medyo bumagal ang kanyang paggalaw sa tubig, nakatingin na rin. unti-unti ko na siyang naaninag unti-unti na ring bumibilis ang tibok ng aking puso. tumigil siya sa tapat ko, sadyang binabasa ng tubig ang katawang naka-ahon na mula bewang pataas, sumulyap sandali’t patuloy na gumalaw. nang medyo nakalagpas na siya sa tapat ko lumingon ulit ito, at gaya nga ng gusto kong magnyari, bumalik ito't paunti-unting nang umaahon na akala mo’y lalapitan na ako. medyo nakikita ko na ang kubuoan niya. "shit", napa-isip ako. semi-kal, maputi, medyo chinito. sa madaling salita: gwapo. maganda rin ang kanyang tindig. manhid  ang katawan pero naglilikot ang aking isip. bumibilis ang tibok ng puso. dadaan siya muli sa harap ko, ngunit sa pagkakataong ito, nang mas malapitan.

ngumiti siya ng kunti, ako naman, nakatitig lang. ang sarap pag medyo lasing. nawawala lahat ng hiya at takot sa pakiramdam. uminom ulit ako mula sa baso ng alak na dala-dala ko.

tumitig siya sa akin habang  naglalakad papalapit. ibang klase, parang nangingimbita. uminom ulit ako, ng marami na parang nilulunod ko na ang aking sarili. parang alam ko na ito. matapang, yan ang gusto ko. "ben…ben", biglang me sumigaw sa likod ko, "exit na tayo". "hanggang 10 lang sila, kelangan na nating mauna", ang kasama ko pala. bitbit na ang mga gamit ko. “anong oras na ba?”, inis kong tanong. "kala ko asan ka na, hinanap kita andyan ka lang pala". hindi na ako sumagot, lumingon na lang  ako ulit sa lalaki, nakalagpas na pala siya, bumalik na sa dagat  nakatingin pa rin na ulo lang ang nakalitaw sa tubig. “gusto ko pa sanang manatili”, mahina kong tugon sa kasama. “gusto mo bang maiwan at magligpit ng kalat? eh di walang problema”. oo nga pala, pinag-usapan na namin na dapat di kami ang mahuhuling umexit. kelangan ko na talagang umalis.

hindi ko alam kung ano ang aking mararamdaman sa panahong iyon. parang pinapapili ako sa dalawang tao kung saan ba ako mananatili: kung sakaling magpapa-iwan ako hindi rin sigurado kung meron bang mangyayari.. ang alam ko lang, isa ito sa mga sandaling bigla na lang dumadating nang hindi ko inaasahan. mapanuksong sandaling alam kong lilipas din. sadyang me mga pangyayari talaga na gusto man natin lagyan ng ending eh maiiwan na lang nang di talaga matatapos. marami ako niyan. at gaya ng lahat, kailangan nating magdesisyon at piliin muna kung ano ang mas malapit sa reyalidad, at hindi doon sa mga bagay na akala natin na meron, pero wala ring kasiguraduhan.


Lunes, Nobyembre 23, 2015

#APEChotties


despite impenetrable traffic, to endless grumblings & rallies, rerouting bewilderment, to ahemm…another traffic jam, something has caught the attention of many filipinas (me included) yet again during this year's APEC convergence hosted by the Philippines. the #APEChotties has gone viral along with #APECbae and many other hashtags during this manila meet.


ladies and yes, some gentlemen had the delightful experience upon seeing these two gentlemen on media that really got people into talking. obviously the Mexican president Enrique PeƱa Nieto & Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau stole the limelight and emerged being considered the two hottest among the other world leader attendees. jusko! muntik na akong hinimatay pagkakita ko sa kanila sa tv mga bakla! nagbunyi bigla ang sangkababaihan lalo na ang sangkabaklaan sa pagdalo ng dalawang prinsipe teh! pero inggit pa more naman ke presidential sister Kris Aquino who got to rub elbows with the very good-looking Mexican President. #inismuch. #sunburntpamore. #quitsnatayo.


bilang isang mababang nilalang, hindi ko masyadong naintindihan o inintindi ang mga paksang tinalakay sa meet #pakikobadyan, #nandunbaakosabulwagan?, #makikilevel?, lalo pa't maya-maya'y nade-distract ako sa mga side news about these two fine men. pero dahil din sa kanila naging interesado daw ako bigla sa estado ng ekonomiya ng ating bansa!  #tutoksanewsangbeki. #parasaekonomiya. alam na this!

kelan kaya tayo magkakaroon ng isang presidente na maihahambing kay prince Charming o Prince Eric? well, kung “ipagpapatuloy natin ang ating nasimulan” #verygasgasnathisline!—yon ay ang pagboto sa mga artistang tumatakbo sa pulitika, pupwede pa siguro.. #sawang-sawanatayoperodiparinnatututo!


gusto ko na tuloy pumunta ng Mexico o di kaya'y mag-apply ng citizenship sa Canada. gayunpaman, kahit sa dinami-daming issue ang ipinipukol sa pamahalaang Pnoy sa APEC meet, nagampanan pa rin natin ito ng maayos at naipamalas ang galing ng pinoy sa nakatutok na buong mundo, considering that it was no irrelevant gathering of powerful people. kudos!


Mexican President Enrique Pena Nieto with his equally hot son
Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau




 Photos taken from:  https://twitter.com/search?q=%23APEChottie



Lunes, Oktubre 19, 2015

fervor

it began as a thought, a small out-of-nowhere spell that slowly inhabits inside. it then became an image as i go envisioning about it, how i am there any time of the day. it rung on perceptions, echoed on to the empty streets, before it became familiar.. a tone that is gradually becoming audible. is but a mental picture, seems pretty sane for all i know. and it keeps me grounded to my sanity. at some point i drifted away from my realm and chose to stay into the figment of my imagination. there is nothing but the bliss of just flowing away, the delight of its sweetness feeding me that fervent promise; welcoming with a warm welcome, embracing with a fervent embrace. i bury through the crowd but it remained on the surface. i ran under the rain but it never washes away. i engulf in its overwhelming existence but the passion keeps me embarked on the ocean of aspirations, and hopefulness keeps me dry until i reach the shore. that’s just how it is, maybe. and i am happy anyhow. this is not Love, but it is a love for something. it's seething—more ardent and aggressive. my universe is aligned along this path no matter how i strayed, deviating from my actual consciousness to the deluge of contemplations. it always feels like home when i get there. somehow, i never get tired no matter how endless it seem, and i will never outgrew it no matter how swiftly i grow older each day; my every hair turning gray but forever it is young within me. pens continue to drain, thoughts amassing and words flowing. these verses continue to play every day so are my aspirations, into my concealed feelings i can hear how each line transcends, every syllable falling out from the twigs inundated by each and every breath’s stream as i stare quietly smiling at those pleasant dreamings. that’s just how it is, maybe. this is my passion—the love for words, and i am happy anyhow. i won't be getting anything out of it but  my spirit is humming its tone, smelling its sweetness, bathing every sprinkle of pleasure and hope, its light i'm embracing. i may bury through the crowd but this ardor will remain onto the surface . i may get drenched under the rain but it never washes away.






Photo credit:  4hdwallpapers.com


Linggo, Oktubre 18, 2015

trying



a car broke down, six men stopped to take a look.
you won’t believe what happened to them.

his father gave him a 9mm handgun as a birthday gift. he's trying to teach his boy to be a man. guess who he did first with this pricey gift.


i am writing a plot. it's one of the things that's keeping me busy these days. :)







Photo credit: writefiction.org


Biyernes, Hulyo 24, 2015

8 social perks that only introverts enjoy (repost)



there’s this article from Yahoo! and i may want to share it here too. it’s about the perquisites of being reclusive and introspective. i suppose many can also relate to this, i mean you introverted ones. these things make introverts ‘cooler’ (in a weird perspective) than they think. so here it is:

8 SOCIAL PERKS THAT ONLY (TRUE) INTROVERT S ENJOY
paulo bayabos

First of all, yes—there are posers out there. Apparently, a lot of people are claiming to be introverts, although their actions obviously point to the opposite direction. I suppose they think it makes them “cool.”

“Oh, yes, I’m definitely an introvert. I prefer staying at home and reading books and thinking about the meaning of life and stuff.”

Yeah, sure you do.

Can’t blame them, though. Being an introvert does carry with it a bag full of benefits. After a myriad of tests (ahem, standardized tests, not the ones on OkCupid.com), I’ve finally come into terms with being a legit introvert, and so far it’s been pleasurable. No, really.

The funny thing is that these benefits are almost exclusive to the real thing. Meaning, if you’re just pretending to be one, you really won’t be able to appreciate much of it in the long run, because your true ‘social’ nature will eventually resurface. So yeah, good luck with that.

What are these benefits I’m talking about?

8.NOT HAVING TO PRETEND WE CARE
If you’re a “people person,” others would—almost always—expect you to give a damn. You’d constantly have something to say about something, and in turn, people would need to hear you out for them to validate their own opinions. True extroverts have no problem with that.

We introverts, on the other hand, are not so generous with feedback (well, observable feedback, anyway). An introvert’s interest is earned, not given away. So even when in the midst of all the fuss you spot us still indifferently immersed in our own world, you really won’t expect us to jump in. And we thank you
for that.

7.NOT HAVING TO INITIATE CONVERSATIONS
To presume that we hate talking to people is just sheer ignorance. Introverts actually love conversations, but we don’t talk unless we have something to say. We’re allergic to small, empty talk, not only with strangers but even with people close to us.

True introverts do not feel any sort of obligation to verbally reach out to someone just for the sake of doing it. But if we see something in you, we may just break out of our shell and say “hi.” Just don’t bet on it.

6.NOT HAVING TO REGRET THE THINGS WE'VE SAID
The beauty of being an introvert is that our words are more delicately expressed than those of others. It’s not really because we choose our words more wisely; it’s just that we don’t possess an irrational urge to immediately spit out whatever goes inside our minds. We’re not saints; we also judge and think ill of people. The only difference is that we can choose to shut up about it. This leads to a very low
“speak-now-regret-later” ratio, although we do have a relatively high “I-should’ve-said-something” percentage.

5.NOT BENG EASILY DISTRACTED
Introverts are extremely focused people, even when working on something they don’t really enjoy. We’re capable of shutting ourselves off from our surroundings and paying full attention to a singular thing. I’m not saying other people don’t have that ability, but we are less susceptible to distractions, especially in the form of, well, people.

Einstein, one of the most famously documented introverts, once said, “It’s not that I’m so smart, it’s just that I stay with problems longer.”

4.NOT HAVING TO CONSTANTLY WOO THE OPPOSITE SEX
Since introverts are biologically wired to be introspective rather than being obsessed with seeking attention, the basic tenets of romance are also quite different for us. We don’t “put our best foot forward” and use charm to attract people we like. Instead, we keep on doing the things we normally do and wait for someone to notice us. “Pa-mysterious” effect, if you will.

We basically have an “if you don’t get me, you don’t deserve me” attitude, which makes it hard for non-introverts to sink their teeth into. The advantage? It saves us from the hassles of pretending to be someone we’re not.

3.NOT HAVING TO PERSUADE PEOPLE WITH MUCH EFFORT
Despite of having become a respected debater and public speaker, Abraham Lincoln was a documented introvert. His flair for influence was not solely attributed to his communication skills, but also to his ability to listen.

When people see you as someone who reserves words for whenever only necessary and would rather lend ears, they tend to be respectful of your opinions. Yes, extroverts can easily harness a crowd’s attention, but it’s the quiet ones that compel people to really listen and take action.

2.NOT HAVING TO SEEK SOCIAL PLEASURE
We don’t need to get drunk on Prom night (but we can). We don’t need to do videoke with colleagues (but we can). We don’t need to go to the mall and watch a movie with rowdy friends (we do our movie-watching rather intimately, but yeah, we can hang out). In short, we can entertain ourselves.

We can endure solitary weekends with just a couple of good books, an external HDD full of “House M.D.” episodes and a reliable internet connection. Yes, we can be an absolute drag, but if these things are enough to make us happy, who is to say otherwise?

1.NOT HAVING TO MISS THE REAL BEAUTY OF THE WORLD
We don’t go out as much, but when we do, we like to grab the chance to appreciate our surroundings. We enjoy examining people, curiously, from the sidelines. We try to avoid getting caught up with what people do, and perhaps try to understand why they do it. We like to gain different perspectives, look at different angles.

Being introverts allows us to talk less and observe more—to see things that others may not.




You can also read this article here.