Later.

It was a beautiful breezy night.

Somehow we met up that day. She wasn't in town.

I dazed deep in his eyes.. His eyes were so captivating.

I smiled. He loved my smile.

I gasped softly when he pulled me close to him.
That hug I longed for so long… mm..

Placed my head on his chest… hearing his heartbeat..

Felt we were beating as one.

And we landed up having numerous sex sessions that night.

It was magical.

the next day.. as I started on my work, I thought of everything in the past.

Why. Why did I have to fall in love with him?

Or it was just thrill?  The thought of possessing someone else's property excites me.

It's like.. it's mine, but yet not mine. but a point of time, it's mine.

oh well, who cares if he's just making use of me? It's ok. I have my fair share of fun too.

Let me just enjoy the ride of mollification. *muacks*

it came..

I felt soft strokes on my hair. flashing my smile, I looked at him fondly. He was lying next to me. 

we kissed. our tongues searched for each other and soft squeezes were pawing all over me.

so did i.

slowly, he was caressing my breasts under my top, which came off shortly after.

he unhooked that protection.. and he blew soft kisses on my breasts.

mmmm.. satisfying..

My hands reached for his clothes and pants. I felt his hardened manhood slowly and brought it to my lips.

Lickings… spiralling… sucking it.

I heard his gasp. I loved it. that husky gasp.

he moved me into the other direction and ripped my skirt & thongs off.

he licked my clit. sucked it. kissed it… it got me excited and I spiralled his manhood faster.

after wrestling with each other orally, he laid me down and he did missionary, sucking my left breasts and moving my clit at the same time..my hands moved around his back..squeezing him whenever i felt that sensation through me..

I digged into his back as I gasped at each thrust.

aaah..I came. he was good at making me come.

he didn't stop. he made me lying on my front kneeing down and fucked me from the back. the thrust rhythms with my moaning. I sashayed myself in a different direction and banged him when he thrusted me.

it's electrifying. I was in ecstasy. He grinned at me when our eyes met.

I came again. after that we went fast and hard… then he serenaded me slowly… and he sucked me hungrily… I gagged at his manhood…… I couldn't remember how many times I came that noon.

And finally we came together…

we smiled at each other. and kissed again.

It was the first time we fucked.

That smile behind the mask

Sometimes I wonder, does anyone know
the person that I really am to the world I never show.

So many thoughts well hidden, no one ever thinks to ask,
Who’s the real me behind this mask…

They hear my laughter, see a smile on my face,
My tears don’t show, when the smile is in place.

Can anyone see the hurt, the pain?
I hid it so well as peace I seek to gain..

Are there others like me, keeping one person inside?
While to the world, they display a false pride?

Why are we hiding, what are our fears?
Do we believe no one sees behind the smile are tears?

We feel so safe it seems, as our true self wears a mask.
But, being two people is not always an easy task.

I am tired.