A Morning Without Spark
Our mouths were dry, our breath rancid, our skin unclean and our sexual libido borderline. Sex after waking up is the driest sex you will ever encounter within the workings of a day and Saturday morning was no different to that rule. Lyssa took her top off and her lingerie and with that I sought to take control in trying to take Lyssa from behind while lying on our sides.
Placing my finger upon Lyssa to tease what was thirsty for moistness, my mind wasn’t very much into it and I gathered by how dry Lyssa kept herself she wasn’t either. Trying Lyssa from a side angle was proving impossible so I rolled her onto her Chest and jumped onto the top of her. Lyssa didn’t say anything about this and I feel this is because Lyssa knew I was holding back on sex for some reason.
Lyssa didn’t want to complain because she wanted to have sex bad and she didn’t want to upset me. Despite these thoughts about her actions I didn’t last too long from behind as Lyssa started to wriggle in minute pain. This was a great appetizer though and as I rolled over onto my back I placed Lyssa on top of me, two of two, not bad…
Neither of Us Quite Present
Straddling herself up on top of me we both were once again impassive with our lovemaking. Our mind wasn’t on the objective and I feel that both of us were confused as to what should happen. Lyssa was confused as to what I wanted and how I wanted to get pleased and I was confused wondering whether or not I would get satisfied better than other times.
As Lyssa continued on top of me, we once again noticed that she was still fairly dry but I was able to place myself within Lyssa and start a groove. This lasted for a short while and then Lyssa got her way with me on top of her. Showing no real emotion as I jumped on top of Lyssa I done what I usually do for Lyssa, I pleased her with desire.
In that, I mean that I kissed her neck and her boobs as well as some other affectionate hand movement knowing well enough that I wouldn’t really get much more than Lyssa enjoying the ride in return. Lyssa wasn’t getting any wetter as I began freely to pleasure myself within her. Hearing Lyssa in what I thought was squeals of hidden pain, I stopped what I was doing knowing Lyssa was probably hurting inside from being partially dry.
Trying Other Ways
With no sex able to persist I think that Lyssa asked me to rub her and so I tried. Amazing to me was the fact that Lyssa was dry all over and even though I made her go off with her orgasm she remained fairly dry. For a while I was just using my finger and Lyssa was using her hand on me for a little while but she stopped that favoring early in the count.
My hand wasn’t just enough for Lyssa’s needs and with me still needing satisfaction and knowing that Lyssa would get upset if she didn’t get to go off, I thought of other ways to please her. I knew I didn’t want to go down on Lyssa because that would be one favor I wouldn’t get back in return but for the sake of Lyssa having a good orgasm I done that for her. The funny thing is that I started from a 69er position with myself to the side of Lyssa so she wouldn’t have to feel guilty.
Lyssa was ready to go off so I got myself under her where I usually carry out my activities. Besides, Lyssa wasn’t doing anything for me and like usual, she was writhing in her own pleasure, not thinking about mine. Lyssa asked me to use my finger inside of her as well as lick her but because she was dry, it didn’t work to planned so I just made her go off with my tongue.
A Disappointing Finish
As soon as Lyssa had her orgasm I didn’t want to be the one left out and immediately made my way up towards Lyssa’s boobs without saying a word. Placing myself within them Lyssa got the idea and her only ask was that I warn her before I go off. This was as dry a sexual encounter as myself inside of Lyssa a couple of minutes before and believe me, it wasn’t that pleasurable, especially when you’re thinking how a moist mouth or other necessity could do so, so much better.
Once again I was gearing up for an unsatisfying finish and compared to what Lyssa had received from me, it failed in comparison. What made it worse was that when I was on the verge of going off I had Lyssa take me in her hand but being selfish, she was more worried about my getting on any of her than my enjoyment. Instead of concentrating on making me go off by stroking with her hand, Lyssa held me off of her body in an attempt to stain the carpet below.
Apart from the fact that her incentive was tantamount to a rubber band around my shaft amid an orgasm to stem the stimulation when she held me limp beside her, I was angered that Lyssa didn’t try to satisfy me in my verge of surreal excitement. Instead she worried about herself and how she didn’t want to get any of me on her body, a little selfish don’t you think. Anyway, Lyssa asked me if I liked it and I didn’t really respond with much enthusiasm but I pleased her conscience rather than releasing my stress. Another chance of course didn’t arrive…
Time to Get Dressed
Handing Lyssa a small towel that was lying around, she cleaned up herself and that which she let drip onto the ground. Disgusted with the performance and satisfaction of my climax compared to Lyssa’s, I made my way to the shower and spent the next twenty minutes clearing my head and wishing, just wishing… Cleansing my body of the filth that had just ensued, I made my way back into my room knowing that Lyssa would have been dressed and prepared to head home.
It was Lyssa’s dad’s birthday and she wanted to get home to call him but surprise, surprise, she waited until we had our sexual encounter. When I did walk into my room my presumption was correct. Lyssa had her clothes on and her makeup on ready to head home and that is exactly what she told me as I walked in the door.
Still in my quiet and somber mood as I had been for the whole night before and that morning, I just sat around pretty much keeping to myself as Lyssa called a taxi. For some reason Lyssa didn’t have much confidence when she talked to me and instead of saying her usual “Come outside with me to wait for a taxi,” she said in a self effacing manner, “You’re not going to come wait outside with me are you.”
An Old Grievance Resurfaces
Lyssa knew that I was upset and she probably gathered it was because of her and I would like to think that she knows it all started that night a week ago when she walked all over me and lied to me about oral but somehow, I don’t think she has a clue. It’s not the fact that Lyssa didn’t give me oral sex (I had gone without it for six months) but the fact that she told me she would then teased my dick with her lips once or twice before falling out.
Then Lyssa out of her self-pity didn’t bother pleasing me in any other way and forever my shaft will be a teased shaft, begging to be finished off. If Lyssa hadn’t touched my shaft with her lips at all I would never have registered how great the feeling was and this longing to finish the job will never have been on my mind, it’s just a shame…
Taxi for Lyssa
The taxi arrived for Lyssa a minute after she had walked outside so disappointed and downhearted. When Lyssa had left I gave Ralf a call to see what he wanted of me so badly and this is when I found out that he was at Richmond buying his Usher CD. Ralf informed me that he would give me a call later on in the day when he arrived back home to see what all of us were doing for the night.
Shawn Plans a Playstation Night
Some time later I was given a call by Shawn who was in the same situation as me, doing nothing. He told me that he was inviting Tyler and Binh over to his house later in the day and he was hopeful to have Tyler bring over his Playstation. “I’ll get Binh to come pick you up later” is what Shawn told me but that never did happen so I gather his Playstation night was a bust.
Turning Down a Sleepover
Later on in Saturday and around 5:00 p.m. Lyssa gave me a call or I decided to give her a call, either of the two. It was in this conversation that Lyssa asked if I could come over for the night because the Saturday night party thing wasn’t on any more for Lyssa. Lyssa asked if I could sleep over for the night and keep her company but I didn’t want to place myself in the lion’s den, literally speaking.
Heading over to Lyssa’s house and sleeping for the night would be of no benefit to me in that I would have to drop all my plans for the night (Which weren’t thought up yet). I would have to find a way to Lyssa’s house as well as back home and Lyssa would have much more control as it is her house. If Lyssa did piss me off, my only defense would be to head home and I didn’t want to be put in that situation since it has happened to me countless times.
Trying to subtly inform Lyssa that I didn’t want to sleep over for the night and rather go out with my friends, she got shitty with me, making it out as if it would be my fault she was all alone for the night. This pissed me off and we didn’t end the conversation in good sorts as Lyssa had to answer the door for Penelope who was supposedly broken up with Ali.
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.
