Unfinished Business
Right after Lyssa had her orgasm and clutched me in her arms she boasted “You’re the best ever” and considering I have been her only ever I took that as a complement regardless. How much times can I possibly get better than what I was before when I’ve made Lyssa orgasm, how long will this keep going on. My shaft is only so long and I’ve only got a few more fingers to add to the collection.
“How would you like to be done” Lyssa asked me and feeling like saying that I wanted Lyssa to go down on me after such a long dry period and against her beliefs I decided to leave it up to her judgment. “Would you like me to finish you off with my hand,” Lyssa asked, and knowing it wasn’t going to get any better I agreed but happily. I was glad that I made Lyssa go off so good and this was just a bonus for me even though receiving oral after so long if even for a minute would have blown my load all over Campbelltown.
Moving from the bedroom to the lounge room as Lyssa was getting panicky about her mum coming back home. As Lyssa began on me calmly I thought how great it would be if Lyssa could only lean over a couple of inches towards her action hand to devour my fantasies and long awaited ambition but that wasn’t to be. Midway through Lyssa’s working upon me I asked her politely if she would mind going down on me to finish me off but Lyssa expressing her sympathy motioned that she didn’t want to.
“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” I told her and as sorry as she was she found it too hard to try. That didn’t put me off that much but my tension that was so high from anticipation was now fuming red lava. Later I once again asked for Lyssa to give me oral for a minute but she expressed her regret once again and with that I was forced to enjoy what I was receiving right until the final moment.
Sundown And A Phone Call
Spraying some of the couch on which we were sitting and the rest upon my body I felt satisfied but still the dry feeling of Lyssa’s hand would have felt much more majestic if it had been sponged by a moist lip and tongue. Still, having myself a shower to clean myself I clothed myself and jumped back out to find the time being 8:30 p.m. and the sun going down. Telling Lyssa that I had to go soon while we both sat out on the back porch she asked me to stay for a little while longer.
“I don’t want you to go,” Lyssa sadly expressed and it was as if I was leaving her forever. Some minutes later I gave my dad another call as he told me he had no problem giving me a lift home. Lyssa heard the call and yelled out for me to have him pick me up in half an hour but my had was preparing food and the best time was straight away.
Hanging up the phone I walked to Lyssa’s bedroom bringing her and myself a drink and with that we lay together in the bed engaging in a chat. Lyssa told me how she was thankful once again for what I gave to her for our night. We then started chatting about how Lyssa is starting College again on Monday which she didn’t attend because she was too tired today. On the other hand, Lyssa could have gotten her period but been embarrassed to tell me over the phone.
Pillow Talk Plans
The conversation was absentminded as we were both embracing in the thoughts of our exploits not too long before. Lyssa and I were once again talking about positions and one position that I’ve always wanted to try might come true. It’s not that much of a position but I want to have Lyssa on top of me but facing away from me instead of towards me. That I feel will be better entry on her behalf and I will also get aroused one by seeing her butt in action, seeing my partner in action and being able to grab Lyssa around the stomach or her boobs with no real strain or trouble.
This way we can both focus on the sexuality and just go for it. As I always note Lyssa has some sort of problem with her during sex and this time Lyssa informed me at the start of the day that she was tired from lack of sleep but it didn’t show in our frolic.
My dad came soon after as I sensed him coming near and we shall end our story here for the night, with me constantly giving Lyssa a kiss goodnight. I’ll also say here that Lyssa and I embraced in passionate kissing when we got into that part and it heightened our senses in a way but it didn’t feel as emotionally pleasing to me.
The Spark Goes Quiet
I’m not sure what it was but for some reason I didn’t feel as turned on by kissing Lyssa as I usually would. The spark is no longer there or rather I’m so used to Lyssa and I not kissing anymore that it turned me off thinking about that very thought while kissing her.
To me it seemed like Lyssa was reaching her hand out to what we used to be and I have also done that on occasion to try and bring something back but once you are beyond the point there is no return. The rest of the night I spent on my computer and chatting to Ralf as well. I don’t think Lyssa gave me a call but today Lyssa gave me a call from home as she woke up at 11:30 a.m. and didn’t head out to College, same old Lyssa.
Tomorrow I am headed to the beach and I have to wake up at 9:30 a.m. and the time is now 3:30 a.m. so I’ll have six hours to get that done, is that enough time do you think. If I didn’t have to head out tomorrow morning to Cronulla with Jett and the rest of them I could keep writing and maybe configure some more poetry but that shall have to be put on hold. After all, today is a negative day in all my cycles so I’ll try to stay off anything that requires any doing.
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.
