It's Too Cold For Sex
I entered the room. There she was, sitting by window, waiting ever-so-patiently for me.
I walked closer towards her, but she didn’t seem to care. As a matter of fact, she seemed eager and willing, as the distance between us became less and less.
I touched her. She was freezing cold. I noticed the window was open. I began to wonder how long she has been there; probably since the sun went down. Ironically, it has only been a day since I last saw her. In spite of the opened window, she seemed calm and motionless, as if her whole body was numb to the cold gust seeping in.
I ran my fingers all over her top, slowly, making their way through to the openings. Although she remained still and silent, I could sense that she was controlling her excitement, to full effect, but effortlessly. She has my utmost respect, as I find myself failing in hiding mine.
I was disgusted with myself, but carried on with my uninhibited intentions towards her, disregarding the irreversible consequences that might occur afterwards. Like a savage beast, I took her top off, exposing beauty that could only be surpassed by an artwork of Michelangelo.
I was unsure of what to do thereafter, but my hands seem to have minds of their own, working their way all over her exposed region. I touched. I pinched. I groped. I twisted. I pulled. I fondled. I did everything you could possibly imagine with what you could do with your hands. If I had a dog for a pet, the canine would probably be loyal to me for life.
As much as I was proud with myself, she didn’t even move a muscle. She didn’t even flinch.
I was frustrated with myself. I felt useless.
But I knew I was definitely getting somewhere, for you see, both my hands… were wet. Some fluid was covering my hands. It doesn’t give out an unfamiliar scent, nor to say it was repulsive, but nonetheless, quite pleasant. In spite of that, it didn’t in any way felt sanitary, but I knew I had to get the job done, and to get it done right.
I undid my belt buckle and unzipped my fly. She knew what was coming to her. She had been waiting in anticipation since yesterday. She knew I would come back. She knew I couldn’t possibly survive a whole day without going back to her. It was like I had made a pact with the devil. I felt used, but I wanted her. I needed her, more than anything else at the time. I swore she was smiling throughout the whole ordeal.
The worst part of all was, she knew I had no choice.
She opened herself up to me, as I stood there in front of her with my outraged modesty.
There was only one thing left to do...
I took a piss.
Then I put the cistern top back on, flushed and walked away.
Stupid thing keeps breaking down on me everyday!
Err.. this cold is making me delirious!
I walked closer towards her, but she didn’t seem to care. As a matter of fact, she seemed eager and willing, as the distance between us became less and less.
I touched her. She was freezing cold. I noticed the window was open. I began to wonder how long she has been there; probably since the sun went down. Ironically, it has only been a day since I last saw her. In spite of the opened window, she seemed calm and motionless, as if her whole body was numb to the cold gust seeping in.
I ran my fingers all over her top, slowly, making their way through to the openings. Although she remained still and silent, I could sense that she was controlling her excitement, to full effect, but effortlessly. She has my utmost respect, as I find myself failing in hiding mine.
I was disgusted with myself, but carried on with my uninhibited intentions towards her, disregarding the irreversible consequences that might occur afterwards. Like a savage beast, I took her top off, exposing beauty that could only be surpassed by an artwork of Michelangelo.
I was unsure of what to do thereafter, but my hands seem to have minds of their own, working their way all over her exposed region. I touched. I pinched. I groped. I twisted. I pulled. I fondled. I did everything you could possibly imagine with what you could do with your hands. If I had a dog for a pet, the canine would probably be loyal to me for life.
As much as I was proud with myself, she didn’t even move a muscle. She didn’t even flinch.
I was frustrated with myself. I felt useless.
But I knew I was definitely getting somewhere, for you see, both my hands… were wet. Some fluid was covering my hands. It doesn’t give out an unfamiliar scent, nor to say it was repulsive, but nonetheless, quite pleasant. In spite of that, it didn’t in any way felt sanitary, but I knew I had to get the job done, and to get it done right.
I undid my belt buckle and unzipped my fly. She knew what was coming to her. She had been waiting in anticipation since yesterday. She knew I would come back. She knew I couldn’t possibly survive a whole day without going back to her. It was like I had made a pact with the devil. I felt used, but I wanted her. I needed her, more than anything else at the time. I swore she was smiling throughout the whole ordeal.
The worst part of all was, she knew I had no choice.
She opened herself up to me, as I stood there in front of her with my outraged modesty.
There was only one thing left to do...
I took a piss.
Then I put the cistern top back on, flushed and walked away.
Stupid thing keeps breaking down on me everyday!
Err.. this cold is making me delirious!
posted by iJun at 10:51 pm
