Turning the light on I walked over to Lyssa with a box of tissues and as we began the cleanup I noticed plenty of me on her. There was some of me on her neck, face, arm, breasts and there was even some on my bed, more specifically my pillow. Lyssa wasn’t really phased with where all my stuff landed, it was evident how I was positioned that it would hit her around that area. As I cleaned Lyssa and she cleaned herself our night was pretty much brought to an end. Both still in the nude I handed Lyssa’s clothes to her and felt all the more love for her after what we had done. Lyssa didn’t feel regret for what she had done, neither did I and I don’t really think we should have felt regret.
Dressing ourselves into our boxer shorts and a singlet for Lyssa we lay in bed. The lights were now turned off and being 12:30 a.m. I realized our sexual exploits had gone on for two hours since they started at 10:30 p.m. All that time was just continually becoming more and more aroused and there were no mistakes for the night but one. Everything was perfect for the both of us and that’s why I was so elated and Lyssa was so fulfilled.
Our bodies were still hot from our exploits so I fully opened the window. So sincere was I being with Lyssa to make her feel most comfortable. Placing my hand under Lyssa’s head I covered her with a sheet and with that she gave me a hug. Thinking of Lyssa as she lay firmly on my Chest I said, “Goodnight sweat pee” and Lyssa melted to what I had said and said it back. Lyssa and I spoke a couple of words in conversation before we tried to drift off to sleep. When I spoke my words to Lyssa they came out lovingly and playfully and I dreamt in my mind about the times I took Lyssa for granted, the times that I was now trying to make up for and feeling bad for. Lyssa meant so much to be in my presence last night and to let me unleash my love upon her without her really knowing it. That was the relief I was waiting for and although I predict Lyssa and I will once again get together I am now at peace if Lyssa or I found someone else.
Time passed slowly and I found myself uncomfortable but comfortable on the waterbed. I didn’t move much at all on the waterbed but I needed something to eat and knew I would have to get up soon. Jumping out of bed without getting noticed I walked to my bedroom door. Closing the door behind me I tried hard to close it so the wind wouldn’t blow it and wake Lyssa up, I could only hope I did. Upstairs I made myself a tuna sandwich to eat and about two minutes after being upstairs I heard a door slam. The devotion that I felt told me to run downstairs to see Lyssa but I stayed upstairs. What I didn’t realize was that Lyssa had woken up immediately after hearing that loud bang. Startled, Lyssa called out for my name and not hearing my answer she was confused and called out once again. Half asleep, Lyssa didn’t know what to do and thought to come look for me.
Eating my sandwich I heard another slam downstairs from the door and gathered that Lyssa was going to the toilet and she didn’t close the door properly or the wind pushed it once again. That prompted me to finish up my sandwich real quick and heading to the upstairs toilet first I thought to head downstairs after that. I knew Lyssa would have woken up and that Lyssa was up and about wondering where I was. What I didn’t know was that the second loud bang was because of Lyssa, she done that on purpose to get my attention. What I also didn’t know as I passed the stairs was that Lyssa was sitting halfway on them. That area was in the dark and as I passed to walk to the toilet Lyssa called out for me but I looked out into space oblivious to what the noise was.
Walking downstairs I came to the middle of the stairs and I could sense an aura around me and I could also sense Lyssa was there but my foot ran into her. Lyssa peeped when my foot hit her and then it suddenly hit me. You can’t express in words how sorry I was feeling for leaving Lyssa downstairs by herself and having her sitting on the stairs waiting for me but I was deeply remorseful. At first I thought Lyssa was sleepwalking and found her way to the stairs and I felt bad for having woken her up from her slumber but as I crouched down and spoke into her ear words of condolence I comforted her with my sympathetic kisses. I felt real bad and in Lyssa’s ear I whispered “I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry” over and over again. Lyssa sat there and placed her hand in mine and whispering to her I told her we should head for my room. Still I was apologizing and I could do nothing but feel bad and hug Lyssa continuously.
Reaching my bedroom we lay on the bed and I still couldn’t stop hugging Lyssa thinking that I had done wrong. Lyssa was extremely thankful and as she lay her head under mine and held me in her hands I calmed down, kissed her a couple of times and let her sleep. For the next hour I kept myself awake still feeling sorry for Lyssa and the love for her blossomed in this time. Lyssa also took her time to get to sleep but thinking that Lyssa would sleep better alone on the waterbed I set up the floor with a pillow and giving Lyssa a kiss goodnight I lay down and we both had our rest.
The morning came and just before the alarm rang I woke up. When it did ring I clenched the alarm so that it wouldn’t make much noise and from there I jumped up and into the waterbed to place my hand around Lyssa. Accepting to my nature, Lyssa hugged me also and after a couple of minutes Lyssa told me to ring the Taxi service. Glad to assist I picked up the phone and ringing the number I called a Taxi to my house. Lyssa then rang her mum to tell her to leave the door open and as we were waiting for the Taxi Lyssa prepared herself and put her clothes on. When she was fully ready she came back to lie with me and I became aroused once more touching her breasts and all of that but none more than that, it was now a bit too late. Lyssa thanked me for a great night, told me how great her night was and when her Taxi arrived I walked her to the door where we kissed each other on the cheek and she was on her way.
Could you imagine that one part of my day could take up so much detail so many pages. This whole entry has almost been fifteen pages long and yet, for such a small space of time in my day, a couple of hours. Still, it meant plenty to me and it was almost the epitaph of my dreams of love but so transparent to what it really was, lustful deliverance. Today I woke up at 1:00 p.m. forcing myself to sleep long and hard. I wasn’t upset nor should I be. Lyssa will always be by my side in my life, as friend or as lover it doesn’t matter, she will be there in my times and I in hers.
Once I did wake up I started watching television and paid the last of my Optus Eric. Now I have no more to offer them blood suckers and look how long it has taken for me to pay, since February. Now all I have to worry about is my account with Telstra. My dad offered today to give me $20 for that and I gather that I’ll spend it this weekend when I visit Penrith Panthers and the beach on Saturday. Maybe I’ll even visit the Catholic Club on Friday but who knows, nothing is certain yet. What is certain is that Ralf will have his car this weekend and he will be driving us to the beach, whoever wants to go but he’s hungry for petrol money.
The quest to finish off the events of Saturday night and Sunday at the beach with Ralf is still needed to be accomplished. It’s an omen that Keith called me about half an hour ago wanting to visit the movies because now I can rest my hands and come back to finish off the deed tonight. Not much should happen tonight and once again, just when I thought I was going to have a night off from going out, another night to my belt. Keith should be over my house in the next five minutes so that’s perfect timing to finish off this entry. Lyssa should be at College right now, oh and the time is 6:20 p.m. I’ve been here in this Diary for the past three hours. Keith had his windows illegally tinted today, something like 50%. There are all new movies out this week so it shouldn’t be hard to pick one. The movies start at 7:00 p.m. so it’s time for me to go now…
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.
