Sex on a high

I just want to put it here so that I will always remember - the day we had sex on a high. Yep, on a high place, the rooftop, specifically - what were you thinking? Hehe.

I remember it was one rainy Sunday, and as usual, right after we step out of the church after attending mass, we trash-talk and start getting frisk once again. The conversation was running towards how he was poor at making spontaneous surprises, at imagining extraordinary thrills that could make our blood pump harded.

In an attempt to prove my point, I dragged hm to the rooftop and we danced in the rain. But he had other things on his mind (he did not believe me when I told him dancing in the rain was all the reason for why I dragged him up there) so we did it right there, by the sink, while I was getting cold from the chilly air. Never mind that it was only eight in the evening, and that any one of our twenty plus housemates and landlord can walk on us anytime.

It brought me thrill alright, and then later on colds. Hehe.

Finger lickin' good

I know, I know. It's been a long time. Not because we haven't had sex for a long time, or because we broke up - as a matter of fact, it's quite the opposite - we are almost always with each other and no week passed that we hadn't cuddled each other.

Now, on to the reason why I'm back. There's this image of him that I couldn't quite forget. It is one of those moments that when comes to my mind sends a tingle to my body and a smile on my lips.

You see last weekend, I was busy on my ipad, playing scrabble, when he just decided he would get busy down there. He told me to just keep on with what I am doing, until I could not take it anymore. That was when I glanced at him before putting down my ipad, and what thw heck? He was busy licking my juice off his fingers, one by one. Hahahaha! It was a sight I know I would not forget. Plus that scene in our sex video where he was reaching for the camera to adjust the angle and while he was doing that, he was licking his lips like a maniac.

I love it that he likes my juices. I wish I could say the same about him, but recently I have been slacking on swallowing because the smell of it makes me wanna puke. Maybe, if I will be dared again, I'd do it. But meanwhile, I will just be lazying around. Made me wonder, where was the old me? The one who gave him a blowjob near the pump in a house with ten of our classmates. The one who will have sex anytime, anywhere. The one who can actually swallow his cum and then lick her lips saying yummmm. The one who just wants her man to see how sexy she is.

Maybe I have just matured, I worry about a lot of things now, and there are actually other important things to our relationship apart from intimacy.

Come May, we will be celebrating our fifth year of beng together. I'm thinking of doing something that will make his heart melt and his tool hard, REALLY HARD.

Till next sexy time.

Sweet talker

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Plan. Pray. Work.

Tonight, we have big plans. Or rather, we will create big plans. For our future.

I hope everything goes well, and that cooking dinner and sex won't interfere.

I am looking to having a very bright future for us, and for our future kids.

Good luck to us!

Drippin'

Today I came to the office dripping wet.

And no, it wasn't raining.

It's just one of those rare occasions when we had unfinished sex just before I am to go to the office, and there's no time to clean up.

I love the smell, by the way.

It puts a smile on my face, and naughty thoughts in my head.

Can I have this everyday?

Less is more

Yes, even that famous phrase which is often only associated with architectural design can be used in an intimate setting.

Come to think of it, if there ever was or will be a contest for the couple who can have as much rounds as humanly possible, we'll probably never win. Not even close. Maybe we won't even qualify to join the contest.

But that doesn't mean our make-out sessions isn't any fun.

As a matter of fact, now that I think about it, we've been doing it for some 4 years now and no one is showing a sign of ever giving up just yet.

I just can't imagine living without it, or doing it with someone else. We're just perfect together. He makes me happy - always, in and out of bed.

And though I could not always reciprocate that, at least I'm trying.

Unbelievable

I just can't believe it.

It has been almost a year since I wrote here.

Hmmm so what happened within that time span?

Wait, lemme think.

He rented a room where I stay almost half of the week in.

We broke off, and got back again after a day.

I (and I think he too) am still enjoying pre-marital sex. I am enjoying it so much, in fact, that I think I will never get enough of it. Hell, I could have it for my entire lifetime.

The previous months have been hard for me - losing focus, faith, and temper.

Wow, I missed writing.

I missed a lot of things.

Sex.