Video Hits Loud and a Smoking Standoff (Part 2) – Mad Chaos: December 6, 1998

Cramped and Sleepless

Now as the time has just turned over to midnight I shall once again recite from where I left off, Friday night, Lyssa and I. Back to my deteriorating knowledge of that night I recall that Lyssa had just visited the toilet where she was doing her deed for a fairly long time. As Lyssa came back into the room half dazed, half asleep and now naked she jumped in bed. Throwing the sheets over our bodies Lyssa started hugging me and it was at this time that Lyssa told me she loved me.

Lyssa found it so easy to get back to sleep but me however, I was cramped up on the wooden part of the waterbed not able to get any sort of comfort. On top of that I was dismayed in how Lyssa drifted off to sleep through the night with me all horny and her probably knowing it. Lyssa was horny too but she was more sleepy and besides, she couldn’t be hornier than me by what I’m going to reveal.

As Lyssa slept and knowing she was in the nude I took advantage of that and started some tests and analyzing the results. Knowing that I wouldn’t get proper sleep until Lyssa and I had some sort of sexual activity or I relieved myself of that tension by myself (Which wasn’t happening) I was crazed looking for an answer.

Lyssa being asleep boggled my mind but as she lay with her back to me and I became noticeably hard I placed myself where I would usually glide in. Just placing myself there I wondered what it would by like to have sex with Lyssa while she was sleeping, well not sex but something sexual. My experiment was to find out if Lyssa would get aroused if I touched her sensual points, that’s when I began with her nipples.

Restless Before Dawn

To my surprise as I circled my finger around the ring of Lyssa’s nipple they did stimulate to a degree but I think it had to do with how cold Lyssa would have felt. When that experiment was done gradually I convinced myself to touch upon Lyssa down where she would usually feel it most and as my finger protruded to the dry outer skin I looked for the crevice where my finger could just slide into or at the least play with.

Lyssa’s legs were together and bent so it made it somewhat difficult to project anything but as I found my way through Lyssa’s untamed locks I began to please her clitoris with my finger. Looking upon Lyssa to see if she would make a movement of appreciation or try and be defensive I got nothing. More I probed into my fascination and this time finding the opening I also found it to be moist, inside at least. With one finger now within Lyssa I began to pleasure but once again Lyssa wasn’t affected. Placing a second finger within Lyssa I had trouble with lubrication but to my surprise Lyssa seemed to get somewhat wetter and I was wondering if she was semi awake.

Making Lyssa moist with my two fingers which I haven’t usually tried before I found it to be pleasurable. Still Lyssa had shown no sign of hesitation or pleasure in what I was doing which once again caused me to be much more bold. Maneuvering my body to be underneath Lyssa yet slightly in front of her in the doggystyle position (But lying on our sides) I began my attempts to penetrate Lyssa. I won’t lie to you here, the first time my shaft touched the outside of Lyssa’s privates and felt the warmth I could sense the excitement building inside and without even moving that much I could have probably gone off with all the excitement.

All I needed was to thrust softly once or twice as I was already outstretched, my skin drawn back, I would have gone off. For the first time though Lyssa pulled back sensing me just outside of her. What amazes me is that Lyssa doesn’t do anything in her sleep when my fingers are rampant inside of her but as I touch her with myself a sixth sense makes her twitch and pull away.

With my fingers now once again running free within Lyssa I could explore the surroundings for my very first time, find out exactly what I’m touching when I’m in there that makes Lyssa so excited. Unable to contain my excitement for much longer I used one hand to open Lyssa up slightly so that I can ease myself into Lyssa. Juices noticeable on my hand, one hand grasping myself, gliding into uncharted territory, forbidden territory. I was surprised that it wasn’t easy to get myself into Lyssa but I was also surprised that I got myself in there at all.

Pressed against Lyssa’s butt I was now slightly inside of her, at least my helmet and a centimeter or two. Still, this was enough for me to gain my reward but I didn’t stop there. Thrilled as I was I grabbed Lyssa around the waist and clutching her cleavage I slowly but accurately pulled myself slightly in and out of Lyssa. This was enough for me to feel within the pressure building and as I built up a slight rhythm.

Lyssa was still sound asleep probably enjoying a sexual dream because of me and with my fantasy of having stripped Lyssa and then being sexual with her come true I was ready to climax. Without as much as a word, before I felt it coming up I took myself out from what was only a couple of centimeters and held the skin so that I would not go anywhere. This was the first time that I had climaxed without worrying about Lyssa’s pleasure but let me tell you, even though I didn’t have any pressures I still came quicker than I ever have before.

Sleeping on the Floor Instead

Visiting the toilet I released my appetite for sex and flushing those little critters and my appetite away I lay back in bed not having to think about going down on Lyssa because I came too fast or she was still hungry for attention. Instead I hugged her for a little and as the time was 5:00 a.m. I tried to get myself some sleep. Both of us were still naked as I slept in the waterbed with her but as I realized I still wasn’t going to get good sleep because I was on the edge of the bed I made myself a place to sleep on the floor.

For the next four or so hours I actually had some sleep and in that time is when I had that dream that I explained an entry or two ago, or was it so…

Morning Chat With Lyssa

When Lyssa decided to wake me up in the morning of Saturday the time was around 10:00 a.m. and as she invited me up onto the bed I asked her onto the floor. Lyssa obliged with my wish and wrapping her naked body in the bed sheet she made her way next to me. “How did I become naked” Lyssa asked of me and being cheeky about it I told her lies and messed up shit but we both knew it was because of me which I soon told her.

Lyssa didn’t remember any of Friday night, not even walking to the toilet and peeing for a very long time but she did remember hugging me in bed afterwards. The both of us being now in the nude we started to muck around with each other and as we did I was surprised that Lyssa grabbed me by my very upward shaft.

Lyssa never does this and on this occasion she held on and then started to move her hand up and down slowly making me happy. Taking upon the situation I seized Lyssa while she still pleasured me with her hand and as I touched upon Lyssa with my fingers I once again decided to use two of them. Lyssa was ecstatic not knowing how much fingers I was using and later she told me that it felt fabulous and that she almost climaxed but she stopped herself…

A Better Morning

Why would Lyssa stop herself from such pleasure you ask, well for the real thing of course. Placing myself into Lyssa was as easy as cutting through margarine, much easier than a couple of hours before when she was counting sheep. Starting my carnal pleasing act I recall going for a fair while compared to my last two or three sexual encounters with Lyssa but once again I was way too sensitive and too quick for Lyssa’s liking.

Half an hour it took me, maybe even less but the bad thing about it was that Lyssa was loving all of it and then just as she was two seconds from climaxing I myself went off. The feeling was good but not as good as how I felt gaining my victory last night, my deluded fantasy. Breaking my normal chain of actions I cleaned myself and then lay next to Lyssa.

“I guess you want me to go down on you now” I asked Lyssa and as she told me she was perfectly happy with what she got I laughed in my mind knowing this wasn’t true. As Lyssa lay with me talking you could tell she wanted to go off because she was so close and I knew I would do it for her but the tension in her mind was building.

Not Always Equal Attention

This is what I used to go through and still go through after each time we have sex. I have a longing either because I never went off, Lyssa was too selfish with the attention or it wasn’t good for me meaning my climax was lessened because of Lyssa saying something like “Get away from me, don’t get your stuff near my thing.” As Lyssa and I started mucking around with each other she playfully said something like “I’ll get you to go down on me” and then she asked playfully if I would go down there.

Caught off guard I didn’t feel like going down on Lyssa at that moment so I paused for a couple of seconds and then done the deed. Because I wasn’t into it my tongue fluctuation wasn’t that rapid but in time Lyssa did climax. Saturday morning I was somewhat turned off by the heat around Lyssa’s clitoris which never really happens. Alas, I like to please and if pleasing is not to complain I never do and for that I should kick myself because I do much things and give much attention but never receive much back.

Loud Music and a Standoff

Lyssa and I were all hugs and kisses after that as we lay on the floor watching Video Hits with the speakers blasting. Before when Lyssa and I were going out with each other I don’t think there was a time that Lyssa and I would just turn on my system loud and listen to it. Lyssa was never the type for listening to my system but I did appreciate having finally come to the day where we listened loudly and even danced a bit.

As time passed Lyssa asked if I would go to the backyard with her to have a smoke but once again I was firm on not wanting to be around when she was inhaling her smoke. It’s just the fact that she quit with me and I’ve never gotten quite used to her smoking again so I’m always defensive when she smokes at my house where I can prevent it and also in front of me which I don’t like.

Lyssa kept badgering me to go outside with her but this time I didn’t buckle under her pressure and because of that Lyssa called a taxi. I’m not going to support what I consider a drug habit by going outside with Lyssa, why should I have to. Animosity ensued and when Lyssa’s taxi arrived within a couple of minutes she harshly said goodbye as I walked her to the door.