While the movie was still playing Lyssa turned to me once more and it was finally time for the two of us to get it on. Not sex, this was once again more passionate than most times in the bedroom and as I started to warm her moist limbs up with my leg I began my hands venture, into her loose pants and on top of her underwear. As my fingers fondled with that area tension released from Lyssa’s face, her eyes closed and the wild ride was about to take place. Astonishingly, as I put my hands underneath her underwear and onto her area Lyssa had no complaints. That is usually one thing Lyssa isn’t comfortable with but one thing I’ve only done a couple of times with Lyssa (Probably once in a blue moon in the last six months of our relationship) was putting my fingers inside of Lyssa. Ever since I busted something up Lyssa and some water broke inside of her Lyssa has been scared of my fingers. Yesterday Lyssa had absolutely nothing to say, only moans. Lyssa was ecstatic and exhilarated with what I was doing and after a couple of minutes Lyssa was all over me with her hands while mine were on her. Lyssa pulled off my pants and started using her hands with me, that made me go even more wild. Lyssa almost had an orgasm in the first couple of minutes but having to jump up and lock my door and then for the both of us to take all our clothes off, that was enough of a break. One thing I noticed about Lyssa when my fingers were inside of her was these facts. Trying to place two fingers inside of Lyssa I just couldn’t do it without Lyssa feeling a bit uneasy. Lyssa is still pretty much a virgin, one finger tight and the reason for that is we didn’t have that much sex for Lyssa to get any looser which is good. My dick is about three fingers in width so I can’t imagine what it feels like for Lyssa when I’m inside of her but she orgasms (With my help) all the time.
Slow was the groove as I took out my fingers and jumping under the covers continued my assault with my mouth. Oral was my intent and there for ten minutes, spreading Lyssa’s skin to meet my desires I kept her satisfied and on that high. Ten minutes past of my secondary foreplay and finally Lyssa grabbed my arm and begged me to come up and put myself in her. That did happen and finally we were on our way. Not too long into our endeavor I started to feel a different kind of feel inside of Lyssa and she told me that it was starting to hurt. Each time I brought myself in and out there would be two bones of Lyssa’s pussy that would crack, Lyssa was too tight and now it was hurting her. Even though Lyssa was as moist as you could get you can’t prevent this turn of events so still wanting to satisfy Lyssa I gave her some more oral. That finished Lyssa off and as she arched her Chest high in the air and started shaking I could actually feel her clitoris tingling on my tongue, pretty strong. When Lyssa was finished she lay over and bidding me to lie next to he she rested.
Lyssa was a bit rude once this was done and figuring that Lyssa would have the decency to finish me off in some sort or other I waited for my turn. Content with lying next to Lyssa time passed and then some more time passed and as I turned the television off and accidentally hit a station I knew I wasn’t getting any attention. Lyssa asked for the television to be turned on as she anticipated a talk show. Lyssa didn’t finish me off, she didn’t even talk about it. Rather, Lyssa watched her television station and I looked content but was really frustrated having gone so far and then nothing. What really pisses me off is that I made Lyssa orgasm all the time, most of the time it’s brilliant and after such a great deal I have given to Lyssa I would expect her to think “Tony was so great I have to return the favor.” It’s obvious Lyssa doesn’t think that or our sex would be more spontaneous. Now to come to think of it, through our whole relationship I was practically the one apart from a couple of selected times to instigate sex. It just pissed me off as we sat there in arms watching television, her happy with our progress but not me.
My dick was practically up for the whole hour or two we were at my house and Lyssa knew as it poked her in the back. This was my way of saying please take away this urge but even though Lyssa felt it a couple of times she didn’t do nothing about it and I didn’t want to sound demanding by asking her to do something, at least use her hand. Lyssa wanted to have another smoke so outside we went. Lyssa could now see the stress on my face and as I looked up at the sky Lyssa asked if anything was wrong but I kept a happy face so Lyssa couldn’t say I was just complaining. From our smoke outside we came back in and that’s when we called for a Taxi. Lyssa actually called the Taxi this time and while in my room waiting for the Taxi I turned on some music before it came.
Lyssa was being rude right after our sexual experience. Not so much to be damaging towards me but before sex Lyssa was nice, sweet and delicate whereas after she was snappy, displeasing and eager to have her own way. Lyssa and I almost entered an argument for some stupid reason but I said “Please, let’s not fight okay.” The Taxi was only five minutes and quickly putting some clothes on we jumped in. Lyssa asked me to come to her house and I knew that I wouldn’t get anything from Lyssa while there but I went along anyway. Lyssa asked me for $5 so we can make it to her house, I gave here some money.
Arriving at Lyssa’s house I was once again treated a little bit differently. At first everything was alright and as Lyssa walked into her mum’s room she called me in. Lyssa wanted to show me a picture of when she was young and really ugly so she got out all these family photo’s from her mum’s drawer. There we sat as I lay on the bed and she sat next to me all the photo’s of her life from a little toddler to when she was 16 years old. That was when Lyssa was still being nice to me but later in the night I did consider Lyssa being rude to say she wanted to call Penelope for a minute and talk with her for just less than an hour. That really pissed me off and what pissed me off more was that I had to ask her to get off the phone. Who does that though, who rings a friend while they have company over and talk for an hour. Lyssa only seemed to do it when I was over her house, I don’t think she does it with other friends over.
Anyway, I am going to finish this story of Tuesday night when I get back from the Gym and other duties tonight. The story thickens as now I have been called by Keith in the last five minutes. Keith’s sitting at home being bored and he wanted the two of us to head for Pizza Hut in Ingleburn so I could see Marisol (Which is actually her name). I’m not giving up my day at the Gym so I’ll be off right now and when I get back tonight I’ll have that to talk about as well as my night tonight and last night with Lyssa. The time is now 5:05 p.m. have 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.
