"Why do you love me?" he asked, pushing me a bit further when I attempted to kiss him.
It made me think. We've only really known each other for two weeks. "Hmmmm. Because you're nice. You're funny. You make me smile everyday. And look at you, you're gorgeous."
He hugged me.
"Let's do this," he said. He started kissing me in the neck. My arms. My cheeks.
I like the way he smelled. Like the scent cigarette smoke lingered on his body. I kissed back. His neck. His chest. His torso. His armpits. His body was poetry made flesh. My fingers played with every curve brought about by his muscles. I licked his neck. My fetish. He giggled. I must remember to shave my beard the next time.
"You like that?" I asked.
He moaned. He pushed my shoulders down.
I obliged.
It was the night I've ever had. What we had was great. What we had was real. What we had was beautiful. It was magic.
It was not just sex. It was love-making. Passion and heat making music.
I knew then we were in love.
We held hands when we slept. I was secure sleeping inside his hugs.
This was the most unforgettable night I've ever had.
If only I knew, I'd ask for this evening to never end. For this feeling to last forever. For time to stand still.
Because after that night, I never heard from him again.
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This is fiction. Was thinking of actually posting this on pex, but I wanted to post this here first. Haven't really written an english fiction in a loooooong time.
Hope you like it.
It made me think. We've only really known each other for two weeks. "Hmmmm. Because you're nice. You're funny. You make me smile everyday. And look at you, you're gorgeous."
He hugged me.
"Let's do this," he said. He started kissing me in the neck. My arms. My cheeks.
I like the way he smelled. Like the scent cigarette smoke lingered on his body. I kissed back. His neck. His chest. His torso. His armpits. His body was poetry made flesh. My fingers played with every curve brought about by his muscles. I licked his neck. My fetish. He giggled. I must remember to shave my beard the next time.
"You like that?" I asked.
He moaned. He pushed my shoulders down.
I obliged.
It was the night I've ever had. What we had was great. What we had was real. What we had was beautiful. It was magic.
It was not just sex. It was love-making. Passion and heat making music.
I knew then we were in love.
We held hands when we slept. I was secure sleeping inside his hugs.
This was the most unforgettable night I've ever had.
If only I knew, I'd ask for this evening to never end. For this feeling to last forever. For time to stand still.
Because after that night, I never heard from him again.
********************
This is fiction. Was thinking of actually posting this on pex, but I wanted to post this here first. Haven't really written an english fiction in a loooooong time.
Hope you like it.
11 comments:
well so passionate of you...
It was not just sex. It was love-making. Passion and heat making music.
kaya konti lang ang experience ko sa sex, kasi gusto ko ganito ang maramdaman ko, love-making :)
damang dama ko na, sayang fiction pala, akala ko yan ung first time nyo ni Kid hehe..
nice one engel! :P
Echoing Soltero, I thought (wished?) it was real.
Now aren't you a coy blogger. :D
"If only I knew, I'd ask for this evening to never end. For this feeling to last forever. For time to stand still."
Like now, Engel? =)
Kane
sayang!kala ko true na!haha
i like being licked on my neck. damn.
Whoa. That was intense. Correct me if I'm wrong. You haven't really written about sex before, at least not this candidly. It's very interesting.
now the question is, which is longer? you not writing english fiction or me hibernating from the blogosphere? ahahahaha!!!! and you call this post fiction? naaahhh, poetry is more like it. but semantics aside, im glad to see that the engel is still sharp.
i owe you man. i still havent forgotten. =)
jedi: thank you. still waiting for that coffee you owe me. :D
nyl: this probably is my 2nd sex post. lolz. i have another more intimate non-fiction post a few weeks ago.
jay q: okay. :P
mac: malay mo someone somewhere had that happen to them.
kane: like everyday. :)
manech: sometimes we try something new. thanks.
soltero: :)
jepoy: mararamdaman mo din yan. malapit na. :)
bleeding angel: thank you. and welcome to my blog.
my life story exactly. this is what happens when you make that special connection on first contact, but the other is not exactly ready to explore it further. ...
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