The Girl In White Heels
Friday 4:28 p.m.
My day of high beginnings has turned out to be rather ordinary except for my trip so far to Campbelltown and the hot girl I spied. She looked Spanish or something of a dark complexion and she was wearing a classy but plain black skirt. Her top was also black and her legs were highlighted all the more, not for how beautiful they stood out but for the white high heels she was wearing.
What made her so attractive was that she fit the clothes and made them look all the more and she was my age and looking in my direction. Apart from that let me explain my day so forth and about the poetical idea I received coming home and my having to repeat it constantly all the way to my door.
My day luckily began at 11:30 a.m. where I was groggy to get up. Having myself a shower and something to eat Lyssa decided to give me a call and as the day is now upon us we have to make arrangements. Lyssa is getting a lift down with her mum where she will go home first to have some coffee to settle down.
I’ll leave after my workout at the Gym and that will be around 6:30 p.m. to finally meet Lyssa at around 7:30 p.m. to have our dinner at Chili’s. Now at Campbelltown today I done nothing special but hand in my form and perve at some girls on the way back. While stopping off at the mall to buy myself a drink on this hot day the guy from the Gym that knows Kuper and is always in my face with his over the top friendship chatted with me.
When that was all done I noticed that girl I mentioned with the white shoes, the hot one. She was headed to the lights heading my way past the medical center and to the bypass. When I had turned the corner of the medical center building I was amazed to find her not there so to my distraught mind I knew she walked into the medical center itself.
A Poem On The Walk Home
While on the way home I noticed Ralf’s car out the front of his house but thought not to enter because I had this thought in my mind. The thought started when I was halfway home from Campbelltown and it was one of those poetical lines that have always been looming in your mind for as far as you have known but you have never placed it to paper. It’s a poem I always recite when I ask myself “What would I recite if someone asked of my poetry.”
I also think of this poem when a hot girl would one day come up to me and ask me to speak my passion or even an employer. The words had never been all there in my mind but now I have elaborated them here with my thoughts onto these pages and included more incantation. So this will be the last bit of poetry of literature for my night of tonight as I have Gym and then urgently to Campbelltown I leave, makes twain my agenda.
The Bird Sonnet
Oh, how fine thou art with such avid beak,
That chirps to my heart and perched on this breast,
Shall peck ‘way lonesomeness, make of it weak,
And for this fondness shall build such a nest,
And for hope that faith’s hand may sprout fledglings,
Shall grow the warmest love in these hatchlings
Friday 11:36 p.m.
Friday Night Anticipation
No, my night didn’t come to a sudden end and no, I didn’t stay home stressed out for the night. This has been a fair night now to date but the fairer shall come when Lyssa arrives. To speak figuratively about the deed Lyssa is going to do for me tonight when she arrives, ‘I’m glad you’ve started smoking again, I knew you couldn’t kick the habit’.
Another clue is that the best of me will once again be and full circle shall come of sexuality. If you’re still stoked then all I have left to say is that tonight I’m going to get sucked dry, figuratively speaking of course. Once again I’m going to enjoy the pleasures of writing in my Diary about my very own oral stimulation, you betcha. All you women take heed, you can never keep a good pair of lips away from me, in every sense of the matter.
That’s right, Lyssa’s going to give me oral tonight for the first time in so many months. The reason I think is due to the pressure she must have felt the last time I gave her a great orgasm at her house and I got the hand. That day Lyssa really turned me on with her suckling on my finger continuously making me horny as a dog on heat. That pressure could have been one cause but I feel that Lyssa was going to surprise me tonight because it was my birthday celebrations but that could just be a contributing factor.
So, this oral chastity that for so long I have endured, never feeling the breath of saliva and moist hunger upon my manhood. That will tonight change, or am I just hyping myself up. Lyssa brought up the topic and she did promise so I figure it’s planted in her mind. With all this hype about the whole thing the last thing I want Lyssa to do is forget, not want to perform anymore or ruin it by telling me to hurry up because she has lock-jaw. This is like being a virgin all over again and I want it to be as pure as that, me the prolonged oral virgin.
Bath Time Before Dinner
Well let me explain the rest of the day and then let me get out of here and down to business of waiting for Lyssa. She told me I literally had to be squeaky clean down there because she doesn’t want me to have a bad aroma. Therefor, I have had a bath for half an hour. I’ve washed the whole area and purified the water upstairs by scrubbing the whole bath with soap and cleansing before pouring water.
If I had sweet fragrances that I would too unto me. My Kingdom for some sweet fragrances. So far so good, it has no smell to it at all but soon some cool water splashed close to the area should do the trick. This to me is better than the notion of seeing Lyssa in a garter belt and a one piece corset as we have been talking of.
Better yet, Lyssa in her provocative lingerie while giving me head. Place on top of that the fact that Lyssa gives her all to this domineering task by tasting some of me, that will surely be the legend of my memories for years to come. Girls out there take note, and don’t give me your attitude and hiss at me as I know you are, I have needs too, fulfill them.
Heading Out In Black
Well, around 6:30 p.m. was the time I left after having something quick to eat in the form of macaroni. Getting myself dressed just in my black pants, white shirt that my mum bought and my new black shoes I headed off to the bus stop. My hair was also up in a ponytail but it wasn’t up to scratch. Catching the bus and heading to the station I gave Lyssa a call from down there and informed her that I would be at Chili’s at 7:30 p.m. that gave me half an hour.
My train didn’t take too long and when jumping on the train I remembered there were a couple of good looking girls jumping on in the carriage. Actually, there were a couple of good looking girls through the night that I happened to notice, oh well. When finally at Chili’s I noticed I was fifteen minutes early so there I waited at the front door patiently waiting. Have you ever noticed that when you have to wait and you are doing nothing time passes so slow, yeah, well ditto.
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.
