A Rushed Early Morning Entry
Hello, here I am again, I didn’t write my whole night’s efforts for Friday night but here I am pressured for time about to speed write my night. The time as you can see is very early in the morning and Lyssa just gave me a call from her house five minutes ago. She told me about her night at the Chevy’s, how she talked to some old buddy from school called Kuper and how the guy she likes called Gideon who said goodbye to her at the end of the night.
Informing Lyssa of my flopped night which I still have to explain she told me she was going to get a taxi to my house for a second time but she gathered I would think it too much. Well, through our small conversation Lyssa asked if she could catch a taxi to my house at this time in the night and of course I told her to come over despite the fact that I didn’t go to the Gym today and was hoping to go tomorrow. Now I’m going to be behind in one workout so I’ll probably have to take it from Monday.
Night Schemes in the Dark
In brief, from last night when Lyssa got to sleep I kept myself awake trying to get myself to sleep but it just wasn’t working cramped up in bed with Lyssa. There I lay trying to get my hand around Lyssa but considering she was drunk and insolent at that it was hard to get attention from the sleeping girl. As Lyssa lay so innocently sleeping I took advantage of her being drunk and pretty much dead to the world and began my deviate planning.
Taking the thin sheets wrapped tightly around her body I watched for twitches from her body so that I could stop taking the sheets off her body if she woke up. Lyssa’s waking up wouldn’t bother my work anyway as she never remembers a thing the next morning. My plan was to pull the sheet up and disrobe Lyssa of my boxer shorts she had on making her nude from the bottom down. Yes I was horny and I was also curious and with stealth and a couple of turns I maneuvered the shorts from around Lyssa’s hips, through the hard spot of the knees and down from her ankles.
It took me fifteen minutes and a night snack break to take off Lyssa’s boxer shorts and the hardest part was the material under the leg which was on the bed. When the pants came to Lyssa’s knees I had to lift carefully her legs off the ground slightly so I could continue to take off her pants and I was amazed that she didn’t wake up.
Finally I lengthened Lyssa’s legs so that I could take off the boxer shorts in one clean swipe and lifting her ankles I achieved that with only a couple of sniffles from Lyssa’s slumbering lips. Turning off the television at around 3:00 a.m. I felt a natural high having taken off Lyssa’s pants and I didn’t really know what I wanted to do next, sleep or harass Lyssa during sleep some more, which do you think.
Conceivably at my horniest I was at full arousal and with Lyssa facing away from me I placed myself now being also naked upon the back of Lyssa sliding across her. Trying to get my hand under Lyssa’s head I could hear her breathing irregularly because she was drunk, she had a cold and she wasn’t breathing properly. Waking Lyssa up enough to get her attention I gave her the soft talking “Come here baby, come lie on my hand” and with a lot of hassle she rolled over to hug me.
Funniest Thing About Last Night
When Lyssa’s drunk and sleep talking let me tell you she’s doesn’t care how loud she sounds, she just speaks her mind. The funniest thing about last night was when Lyssa turned around to hug me and straight away she said to me “Go to the toilet.” A bit confused I asked Lyssa “Why do you want me to go to the toilet,” her reply being “Because I’m busting.”
Once again confused I then asked “But if you’re busting why don’t you go to the toilet because I don’t need to go” and she once again answered “Go to the toilet, I’m busting, it’ll be easier.” For a second I was contemplating visiting the toilet just to see what she would do but I reasoned with her advising her that she was busting so she could go.
Moaning she asked me to help her up and when I did she noticed that she didn’t have any underwear on. “Why don’t I have any underwear on” she asked “Did you take it off did you.” Denying everything in a sarcastic way I told Lyssa that she had taken it off and helped her out of bed walking her in the darkness to the bathroom.
“Don’t turn on the light” I asked of her so she wouldn’t fully wake up and as I waited back in the room for her to finish urinating I was once again amazed. No bullshit, Lyssa sat on that toilet seat for at least two minutes and a half constantly urinating without a pause in volume. I thought after 30 seconds she would stop but I sat in my room in awe at how much she had in her stomach and why she wanted me to go to the toilet for her, amazing.
Water Jug in the Darkness
Helping Lyssa find her way through the darkness back into my room we lay on the bed and as she hugged me she asked for a drink of water. Jumping out of the waterbed I fumbled around for it in the darkness until I found it lounging near the cordial jug. Passing Lyssa the jug of water I told her I would hand it to her if she took off her singlet jokingly but as she guzzled down the water she disrobed herself to complete nudity. As Lyssa went back to sleep hugging me and giving me kisses she told me she loved me, obviously for caring enough when she was coughing severely.
Sunday 11:44 p.m.
A Shaky Start to December
My month has started erratically if that is a term I can use. My thoughts have been flourishing, my workouts have been general and tradition has been broken where the month usually starts of full of expectations. It’s been six days into the new month and nothing has really picked up, rather feelings, thoughts and actions have crossed over each other’s lines. I didn’t go out this weekend but I gave in to my emotionality and had Lyssa stay over, twice.
The idea of going to the beach is still an idea in my head, a head that holds many ideas and has exploited them all with poetry over the last couple of days. Alas, the joy of writing and the joy of reciting is starting to become thin and ideas are now harder to come by. Could that be because my mental cycle is coming to an end in a day or two, could the emotional negativity have a part to play.
My mind is once again starting to slow, reaching a stage of hibernation that I know so well. In this state of temporary hibernation I don’t like writing epics in my Diary and would avoid certain days of literature simply because I know it’s going to take a long time to write the day’s chronology. Still, this is the summer of love and if Lyssa’s example is anything to come by I hope to get myself hooked up with another girl by the end of January.
Hoping for a Summer of Love
That will really be the summer of love then because for my 17th birthday I hooked up with Pavlina and then some short time later with Kathryn. This year I hope that my nineteenth birthday is flowered with more sexuality, new sexuality because a nineteen year old boy needs his just desserts. Before I carry on with the normal shit let me recite my Biorhythm Cycles as I am thinking of doing every two or so weeks, keeping up appearances.
Physical 23 DAY CYCLE 2nd DAY +2
Emotional 28 DAY CYCLE 20th DAY -6
Mental 33 DAY CYCLE 15th DAY +15
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.
