Rereading Old Entries Over A Pizza Night (Part 1) – Mad Chaos: December 9, 1998

Rereading Old Entries

Here I am once again, early to me in what is a late night to the majority of mankind. I’ve just been over past entries trying to find the dates that were most significant to my remembrance of sexuality. The two major dates that I sought for myself was our very first visit to a hotel or the time Lyssa decided to accidentally swallow my semen. We’ll I’ve found them nights along with the night at Macarthur University that Lyssa so admires but I was disappointed with the amount of text and expressiveness I used to celebrate the remembrance of those precious moments.

I was angry because there was hardly a mention of our sexuality back then. Back in the starting days of going out with Lyssa I was ashamed or embarrassed to write my most intimate thoughts and experiences in my Diary as fear that someone would read it but this year has brought no shame in me. I only wish that I could have written so vividly about all my experiences last year where my longest entry would have been four pages and my longest thought would have been half a page.

Wishing I Wrote More

What shits me about last year and most of the starting months of this year was that I didn’t care to elaborate that much about my life and important trivial detail that I care for so much these days. Most of my time was spent as home so attention to detail could have been sought. Even at work I was so bored that I wrote my own songs, why didn’t I elaborate on my nights instead of just writing them in point form and discarding most of the gory secrets of my love life.

Now all I have of those nights are the memories in my mind and if I could rewrite all the emotions and feelings I had for those nights last year and before those days with Lyssa I would. These memoirs are so significant and important to me these days that I favor writing in my Diary from my mind and not only from what I’ve done in the day. Nowadays I can philosophize with my mind through my Diary and before back in the days that was not a frequent occurrence, very scarce indeed.

Of the times I have just turned on my computer to write about a thought in my mind this year I don’t think there would be more than once or twice I had done that last year. Thoughts are now predominant over chronology and chronology means nothing without vivid explanation these days. Even the finest detail can mean so much in a year or two and I will thank myself for having written such a vast and rich vocabulary of information for my eyes to feast upon, to learn, to re-experience and to gain knowledge.

Valentines At The Motor Inn

Firstly I looked for the time that Lyssa had accidentally swallowed my semen and although it’s so distant a time now I can remember vividly the few minutes before I went off. Valentines Day last year was the night we booked a hotel room in Macarthur Motor Inn and exploited each other’s bodies. This was pretty much a full weekend for us and I remember that I gave Lyssa many presents the night before like Misty Moo, a box of chocolates, a wallet sized picture of me and some lingerie not to mention a letter. Yep, Romeo I was and the night that we spent at Macarthur Motor Inn I also remember well.

Looking at the pictures right now I can see that Lyssa and I were very playful and candid that night as we took pictures of both Misty Moo For You and Bubsy Wubsy Woo Woo together, the cow and the puppy dog. There was a Veranda overlooking the front of the building which was no real advantage as there was nothing to see. That night played such a vital part to my remembrance mostly for Lyssa’s action she had never done before, eating my shaft dry.

Pizza Under A Tree

Before our sexual appetites blossomed we ordered Pizza and I ran downstairs to wait for it as Lyssa sat on the balcony upstairs looking down upon me. That’s where we playfully started reciting Romeo and Juliet where Lyssa chanted the famous lines ‘Romeo o’ Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo’. While seated under a tree waiting for the Pizza guy to arrive knowing it would be someone from Pizza Hut Lyssa told me how she was in school plays back in primary school.

I remember that a car arrived where the front reception doors are and as they got out they looked at me sitting under the tree, in the darkness wearing my Adidas Pants and white singlet. Obviously they were thinking I was a hood but as they left the Pizza guy arrived. The guy that delivered the Pizza was the black Hindu guy.

A Night I Remember

I recall that Lyssa made me use my Credit Card that night to pay for the Pizza and when we started eating Lyssa only had one whole piece and then told me she wasn’t hungry. That bothered me somewhat but after that the both of us jumped in bed to watch television. While watching television Lyssa turned to me and offered me some oral stimulation, why would I turn that down. My shaft rose to attention as soon as I heard Lyssa utter those words and I was in heaven as soon as her lips touched my greeting foreskin. Lyssa continued to pleasure me upon pleasure twisting her hand and pulling all the way down.

Her tongue was playing a dance on top of my shaft and as I continued to adore the lavish pleasure I was feeling I moved more and more down towards the end of the bed. My legs were bent and touching the ground and as I brought my legs back onto the bed bending my knees and allowing the whole of my shin and feet to touch the ground I lifted myself straight up. My knees still bent and my legs spread evenly and around 40 degrees to my sides I pushed myself forward with one hand that was supporting me holding the area behind my butt.

Thrusting my pelvis forward with Lyssa dependably clinging to my shaft as if she was drinking mother’s milk I conjured images in my head of how the last moment of enjoyment would feel like me and that made me begin to go off. Thrusting myself forward all the more it made the skin on my shaft pull back more and thus give me more sensitivity. Lyssa being under me pulling down on my shaft until it pointed towards the ground increased my arousal all the more.

Having my shaft pulled downwards gives me the most sensation and I would be extremely aroused and quick to go off if I was standing and a girl was in front of me but more under me pulling my shaft down towards the ground to meet her while still pulling up and down upon it. Myself being on the edge of the bed with my knees just off and Lyssa being right under me using greater power in each thrust made me lose control.

Reaching a climax I had no words and with the moans that were thundering from my mouth you would expect Lyssa to have done what she usually does and get out of the way but it was different this one time. In between breaths of exhilaration I tried to warn Lyssa and even tapped on her shoulder but she didn’t stop, she just sucked harder.

Placing my hands on Lyssa’s shoulders I was intensely aroused by the fact she kept on going and one last time I pushed out my pelvis and with this all of me traveled up my shaft and into Lyssa’s mouth. I remember that night Lyssa was trying to give me deep throat and she had achieved most times but had to stop because she was hurting herself.

Lyssa was giving me deep throat just before I came and it would explain the reason why Lyssa didn’t feel any of me inside of her mouth. As Lyssa kept sucking upon my member which had already gone off I slumped over Lyssa barely holding myself up with my arms and with Lyssa still sucking intensely I could not contain myself. The only time Lyssa stopped was half a minute later when I went completely soft and Lyssa asked “Why aren’t you hard anymore.”

Informing Lyssa that I had gone off and tried to warn her she didn’t really believe me but after a couple of seconds ran to the toilet looking in her mouth for my stuff, she couldn’t find any. There was no doubt that my stuff went all the way down Lyssa’s throat probably because she was giving me deep throat but I was scared and still am about the fear that Lyssa could have swallowed it down her breathing tube, her lungs.

The reason I shrunk so quickly after Lyssa had blown me was because I was so excited and so tingly that I couldn’t take it anymore but instead of me telling Lyssa to stop my body did that for me and went soft stopping the sensational feeling inside of me. I would class it to the same feeling that Lyssa gets when she orgasms and I am down on her, she quickly tells me to get off her because she can’t handle the tingling sensation, my orgasm was great.

The Rest Of That Night

An hour or so after that Lyssa strutted around in the G-String I had bought her and then once again we got to having sex. This Lasted over an hour and included me pinning Lyssa’s arms down while being on top of her and giving her a great hard ride on top. Lyssa and I were very much into watching our private parts in action and that gave us all the more pleasure as we watched all of me come outside and then back into Lyssa continuously.

Lyssa used her hand also that night and I’m not sure how much positions we tried but we did try a couple and out of that Lyssa had herself a magnificent orgasm. Having a rest from this second orgasm for me I started being very friendly with Lyssa after half an hour of our rest and as we touched each other up I gave Lyssa some oral sex of her own which once again made her ecstatic in going off.

When all was done Lyssa and I had ourselves some more Pizza where Lyssa took a picture of me, a hat on, green cordial on the table, pizza about to enter my mouth and me looking towards the direction of the television. There upon the photo you would notice the blanket is on the floor and this was due to Lyssa and I becoming unbearably wild in bed and throwing off all blankets so we could grope each other where necessary.