Movie Night Turns Sleepy
Once again alone we thought to turn on the movie first as that would spend most of our night’s time and keep us on edge asking ourselves when sexuality would come. Through the movie Lyssa kept informing me that her head hurt and she still had part of her peeing problem so I did feel sympathetic and sorry. Needless to say, I also felt horny so for some reverse psychology I asked “So I guess you don’t want to have sex tonight” in a formative method.
Lyssa turned to me and informed me that we could still go along with our night and as the movie was only halfway through I suggested we turn it off to watch it later. Lyssa’s eyes were getting tired so I figured that our night’s exploits should begin. Lyssa and I didn’t go on our jog for the night but we still had some much needed exercise.
Words She Always Says
To the best of my recollection I began by kissing Lyssa upon the neck and afterwards I released the tight top she was wearing to reveal the see through lingerie singlet sort of thing on top, From there I continued downwards until Lyssa’s G-String had been taken off as well.
What I am always expecting when taking some article of clothing off Lyssa that will reveal her body (In particular her underwear) she always says “Don’t look at me down there” without any hesitation. Day in day out, Lyssa has no comfort in her body and I find it irritating knowing that Lyssa is going to bring them words out be it in strength or just in timid reprisal to what she would believe I’m thinking.
A Night On The Waterbed
Stripping myself which didn’t need much effort as I only had boxer shorts on, we began our adventure. Frolicking on the waterbed I believe Lyssa was having great fun and I was surprised at how long I was lasting considering my last couple of bouts. What really aroused me and at the same time permitted me to go longer was when I asked Lyssa to grab me while I was forcing myself within her.
Her hand lubricated by her juices was pulling back my shaft when I pulled out and pulled it forward on my way in. This in turn created an effect that I wish I would have all the time, it slowed my hormonal imbalance and arousal because I could feel less sensitivity on my head.
At one stage (And lasting a couple of minutes) Lyssa was powering herself up with one hand holding me inside her and the other hand close by circling and pleasing her clitoris. My job was to navigate my shaft in and out as well as kiss upon Lyssa’s neck line where she loves it most. When Lyssa took her hand away I just gathered she was getting pleased but as she kept her body arched upward for a couple of minutes while I was still pounding inside of her I never imagined that she was going off.
Lyssa was erect with her back holding back her screams as the window was wide open and my mum was upstairs. Lyssa was also holding back because she didn’t want to alarm me probably because if I found out Lyssa was going off I would get aroused and do the same before she did. Therefor when I finally asked “Are you going off” she let out a yelp and a huge sigh and with that I continued at a much faster rate. Lyssa’s hands were now by her sides and as it was all up to me I finally achieved my past achievable.
Once Lyssa went off the thrill for my dick was over and as the stress of coming was now over the sensation dropped somewhat. Lyssa was screaming for me to go off because she couldn’t take any more of my length so rapid was my flow and before long I escaped the warm captivity of Lyssa’s moistness. Holding me in her hand as I brought myself closer to her stomach she milked me as I came on her lingerie singlet top.
Writing While She Sleeps
When the cleanup was finished and the both of us were sterile from semen Lyssa became vulnerable to the night’s closing of the eyes and soon she was off to sleep. For a short while I made my way upstairs and when I had come back Lyssa was almost asleep. In this time I opened up the Fried Rice which was still half full. Lyssa wasn’t hungry anymore and she told me she wouldn’t eat it in the morning so after asking I started eating.
When Lyssa was fully asleep to my perceptive beliefs I turned on my computer trying to be as quiet as I could be. The time was 12:45 a.m. and it had seeped into Sunday so I began writing for the last two nights. At first I typed quietly hoping that Lyssa wouldn’t wake up but that slow tempo was soon picked up and the only key that really made noise was the space bar. Regardless, Lyssa didn’t wake up and I ended up writing a page or two of notes for these here memoirs I give to you now.
The Microphone Experiment
The thought of taping Lyssa did arise in my mind and setting up the microphone I hoped for the best as I placed it next to a weary brow. Speaking softly to Lyssa I hoped she would just burst out as she usually does but all I got was her normally talking in her sleep. This I tried a couple of times and in my sarcastic frustration I touched Lyssa’s lip softly with my microphone. As soon as Lyssa sensed the microphone on her lip the cold sensation created a counteractive movement and she jolted her head back.
Within seconds after this Lyssa woke up and she soon realized that the thing on her mouth was the microphone. Lyssa kept asking for a drink through the night and this was one of those times. Handing Lyssa a drink I hoped that she wouldn’t look to the computer screen but hopes were lost. Lyssa realized what I had been doing and asked me if I had captured any speech while she was sleep talking. Nodding my head in disapproval she sipped her drink and then casually went back to sleep where I continued with my venture until I grew tired which didn’t take long.
Sleeping On The Floor
Later in the night Lyssa decided to come and sleep down on the floor with me because she wanted to hug me through the night. Lyssa knew that I get uncomfortable on the bed with her so she made a compromise. I didn’t get to sleep until 3:00 a.m. or close to it. That didn’t seem to bother our waking up time as Lyssa and I both woke up around 11:00 a.m.
I Miss You
The day is now Sunday we speak of and almost, we are almost current. Lyssa and I woke up to watch Video Hits and we were attentive until the last song had been sung. When Video Hits was over Lyssa insisted that we finish watching ‘City of Angels’ so that we did. While Lyssa and I were lying on my waterbed and when the movie was finished we began hugging. In these times Lyssa looked into my eyes and then placing her head into my Chest she ruefully said “I miss you.”
Lyssa began to hug me and as I consoled her I said “How could you miss me, I’m right here with you know.” Pushing my sarcasm aside I knew that Lyssa was feeling withdrawal symptoms from our past love and I gathered that she wanted it back in those fleeting moments of memory. Lyssa was laying right beside me, I am only with her yet she knew that I wasn’t hers anymore and that is what caused Lyssa to get upset and miss me.
Imad Rings Out Of Nowhere
I’m not sure if Imad called on Saturday or Sunday morning or maybe it could have been the night but he gave me a call. It was in this conversation to Imad that I noted Phoenix and Sofia had followed us to Campbelltown and then to the station. Imad stood up for her stating that he was meeting her down there but that doesn’t explain how she was in the toilets listening in on our conversation.
Imad asked how Lyssa was doing and if I was still friends with her and looking at her and smiling as she lay close to me on my bed I answered “We’re doing just fine.” Imad gave me a call because it had been a while since we had talked, there was nothing to it. I’m not sure if Imad was at work but I’m guessing he was making it night time that he called but I strongly think it was early Saturday.
A Mark On My Shoulder
There’s another thing, Lyssa gave me a hickey but once again I’m not certain when it was accomplished. I’d be obliged to say that it was given to me on Sunday morning and I might be right but it doesn’t really matter, she gave it to me regardless.
Lyssa was laying on top of me when this happened and as I had no shirt on Lyssa decided to kiss upon my neck and body until she came to my left shoulder. Continuing with her tongue she lay her lips upon the anterior part of my shoulder and began to give me a hickey. There I was enjoying the attention adamantly until the ultimate was produced, a small purpled hickey the size of a ten cent piece but noticeable.
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.
