This second time took considerably longer and after at least half an hour of intensity and moaning I had brought Lyssa to buckle under my name. Squeezing her legs together I continued with my tongue until she was beyond bearing anymore. I can’t say that this orgasm would have been as good as the first one if it had come but being in the nude, sprawled over my waterbed, Lyssa asked for me to lie with her as she rested. My deeds will be remembered by Lyssa, my deeds of astonishing her with my persistency within the bedroom.
Sadly I didn’t get anything done to me for the rest of the night as Lyssa had a continually building sore throat and blocked nose. Lyssa started watching ‘Beverly Hills’ and I started to get angry thinking Lyssa wasn’t saying anything or even considering pleasing me in any sort or form after what I had done for her. For that hour, we watched ‘Beverly Hills’ and then it was basically time to sleep. This is around the time that I started believing Lyssa was being quietly spiteful. First there is Lyssa’s house where I didn’t get to achieve a proper orgasm while Lyssa received two. Not really mentioning any appreciation factors I took into note that Lyssa asked me to buy her a coke on Tuesday morning and having her own money she bought a packet of smokes. Another was when she pleaded that I spend my Credit Card like it was a commodity on Pizza. Then there is my house and where she once again fails to ask if I want to get pleased and rather uses me for her sexual pleasure, or at least it looked that way to me.
Getting to sleep after ‘Beverly Hills 90210’ I lay the bed on the ground and then turned off the lights. To me, Lyssa asking questions about Jewell was her way to get our minds of her engagement in any sexual activity that would benefit and pleasure me. Lyssa asked me why I did it and then asked me questions regarding our break up and the week after breaking up. Not sure on the exact content, Lyssa and I became angered in this conversation. Well, I didn’t get angered but Lyssa was confused with my words and chose to be angered. From some foolish words thereafter we argued the point of us being together in the room and Lyssa told me that maybe it would be a good idea that we didn’t repeat the night again. That angered me because I was just thinking how Lyssa was acting like a male. Lyssa had her pleasure now, she can do without it for a couple of weeks and that’s why I thought part of her answer came out like that.
For the whole night Lyssa and I didn’t hug. Rather we were both in our corners hoping that we wouldn’t touch through the night. But what I knew but didn’t really give priority over my sexual urges until after that night was that Lyssa was sick, coughing profusely. Once we got to sleep Lyssa kept coughing and coughing and coughing. No joke, for the whole night that I only slept for an hour or two at the most, Lyssa was coughing in intervals of every thirty seconds or less. There was never more than 45 seconds of time in between Lyssa’s coughs and I started to realize about this time that Lyssa was really sick. This amazes me though, how could one get so sick all the time. Maybe the thought of giving me oral or pleasuring me makes her allergic to sexuality in some way and she starts getting sick. All I know is that I didn’t have much sleep and right now I’m feeling it. The time is 12:26 a.m. and the month is coming to an end, a long month with lots of pages.
Waking up in the morning Lyssa and I still weren’t talking or touching each other much. Oh yeah, one more thing I forgot to add about last night. Shawn gave me a call and out of nothing I had to tell him he couldn’t come over my house because I was having an early night. Shawn was alright with that and Lyssa was quiet throughout the conversation. Then I asked Lyssa if she thought I had done the right thing by not including Lyssa being over my house into the conversation, she said it was cool. Keith called me a minute later and also asked if he and Shawn could come over. These boys play in tag teams but Keith was persistent when I told him I had no time ‘All Night’. Keith was curious and I know he would have been more curious when he heard someone couching in the background.
For the whole night Lyssa was coughing and I was trying to sleep I was trying to put out of my mind that I hadn’t received any direct stimulation. Rather, I put it off and slept it off hoping the morning would bring along a change of plans. Well now we are up to this morning and being so early in the morning I am feeling really tired. Last night I only had two hours of sleep but in the morning Lyssa stopped coughing for a couple of hours and I slept two more hours. Nevertheless, my eyes are so tired now so let me once again breeze past the surface of today.
Waking up in the morning I was very horny but didn’t want to say I wanted something from Lyssa. Rather, like I didn’t expect Lyssa was asking herself “Maybe we shouldn’t have done this” she was starting to regret our night. But that regret was short lived as I started kissing Lyssa on the neck and she started kissing me. Lyssa knew I wanted stimulation and started touching me with her hand but because she was so sick didn’t progress. Tired was in her blood and after teasing me so much by allowing me to touch my manhood on her femininity we stopped. Lyssa called her house to see if Kuper and Carleigh were there and they were. Kuper didn’t go to work to spend the day with Carleigh. That took away my safe haven of thinking that if I went to Campbelltown with Lyssa we would be able to travel to her house and then I would get satisfied there. But that was not to be and when Lyssa asked if I would go to Campbelltown with her I said yes but in the last half an hour I changed my mind. Lyssa was angry with my decision and was throwing all verbal abuse towards me. Lyssa tried calling everyone from Carleigh to Penelope to pick her up because she’s never been in Campbelltown alone, she hates being there. In reality, Lyssa badly wanted to go to Campbelltown with me. She had this obsession of having some Red Rooster with me and as she sat on my lap and I smelt her perfume, she kissed me and I bent to her will.
Catching the next bus to Campbelltown we visited the Newsagent to read some manpower. Also looking for a card to give to Penelope for her birthday I made all rude remarks like “Get her a card that says ‘I’m such an actor when it comes to relationships and I think I’m kind shit when I’m on the dance floor’. I also humored Lyssa by showing her a 1st Birthday card and mentioning that Lyssa give that to Penelope as that is how old her mind is. Lyssa and I pulled out her money and then spent an hour at Red Rooster eating and talking of our future. When that was done we headed to a Chemist where Lyssa tried on and bought some light purple nail polish and some foundation. Lyssa told me about a photo that Bielka has of us in the background kissing but I’ll explain that in the next entry.
Traveling to Leumeah with Lyssa we walked past Jermaine to hire another video. Lyssa stopped and talked with him for a couple of seconds as I looked at him he didn’t look back. Renting Lyssa’s movie I walked her to the bus shelter and leaving for an earlier train I kissed her cheek, kissed her lips and then with parting vision I was on my train and looking all the way from the glass doors to see if Lyssa would look, she didn’t. In Campbelltown I caught a bus home in the next five minutes and once home I started being sad and writing thoughts in my Diary. Hoping that Lyssa would call me those feelings were quashed as I turned off the computer to rest my mind of thoughts. The time etched to 10:30 p.m. and I gathered Lyssa won’t be calling me so I was ready to start writing in my Diary. Just a couple of seconds before I did the phone rang and the rest has been written here. The only thing that I didn’t mention about our telephone conversation was that Lyssa played the first song of the CD to Aria, Kieran and Nikita that were over her house. Kieran apologized to Lyssa for thinking I was Pedro calling on the phone tonight. Asking Lyssa if she had also shown the CD Artwork and the identity of the CD and Lyssa said “No, they wouldn’t understand anyway”. Those are the exact words that came from Jewell’s mouth when asked the same question and it was somewhat haunting. So haunting that I mentioned “Words mean nothing without expression” from thin air and Lyssa spoke in approval.
Well, there’s my description of the rest of the night and tomorrow I hope Lyssa gives me a call and asks me over her house. Lyssa was somewhat sad that we broke up tonight after listening to our CD but still knew that getting back together was impossible. I’m actually thinking that is the reason why Lyssa was so upset, knowing it is now too impossible for the both of us to have another relationship. Well, let me leave you all with that thought as I now say Adios Amigos.
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
