A Headache Crashes the Night (Part 1) – Mad Chaos: February 7, 1999

Fish That Never Bit

Once again it’s an early night but this time I had a reason to stay up all night, a nightclub. Tonight was a fairly good night where there were plenty of fish and they were trying to bite but I didn’t reel them in. Nevertheless, at X-Scape I had much more fun than usual and decided to just be out there with my dancing moves and pretty much all over the ballpark with dance moves.

For that alone I had a mad time despite the lack of beauty opposed to the last time we tried to get in and even though there were plenty of hot girls there it seemed like a partner’s place more than a pick up place. Despite my night so far let me get back to the story I was trying to tell but never finished in my last entry.

The reason for that early cut off, tired of typing syndrome… Before I move on I’d just like to note that today is supposed to be the first day of my supposed positive mental cycle. To be honest I can feel the positive aspect within me and right now I could write poetry that I would understand, make sense of and make sound awesome, I can feel it…

Back to Friday Night

Cool, now getting back to chronology of late Friday night (Or the early hours of Saturday morning) I had Lyssa in my room and we’re up to the part where she’s now lying on my bed watching television. Now, the fun starts when I decide to lay down next to her and upon doing that I got an idea in my head. Starting to think “I wonder what it would be like if I put my hands up Lyssa’s skirt while she’s lying down, I knew that I’ve never done that before.

Then I started thinking “I’ve never lifted Lyssa’s skirt up” and while it was still on her went for the deed. With that thought in my mind I was getting off the bed and just as I was, I placed my hand into Lyssa’s skirt and firmly on her naked butt as she lay on her stomach. At first she uttered “Aye!” but that’s pretty much all the protest I got for my deeds. Now mucking around with her G-String I was placing my fingers underneath the shoe-string portion and running it all the way down to her building moistness.

With ease and while Lyssa was still lying down peacefully I lifted her skirt to the length of her hips so that I could see the whole of her G-String and smooth cheeks. Lyssa once again protested but it was pretty much a lame attempt. Pulling down her skirt I pulled it back up and then began kissing her legs and then up towards her cheeks.

Lyssa just lay there enjoying it and I just wonder what would be going through Lyssa’s mind and how much she would be loving it. I know if I was the one getting the treatment I would be thinking that I should turn around and give something back but that’s just me. On the other hand, if it was oral sex that I was being given I would just lay back and sop all the moist lip action that I received.

With Lyssa’s skirt now pulled up to her hips I placed my finger graciously under Lyssa’s G-String and then back to the spot where she most benefited. Lyssa tried to inform me that she didn’t want me to use the finger because it might hurt her but she eased her situation and with that I delved within her, with my organ of touch. Lyssa seemed to love the rapid attention I was giving to her and as I probed inside and brought my finger repeatedly within her she became overly ecstatic.

A Familiar List of Troubles

Soon my pants were off with one hand while still treating Lyssa and once they were I pulled the skirt up slightly more and after some more attention with my fingers I tried placing myself within. Now I don’t see what the real difference was between two fingers and my bigger extremity but once I placed it within Lyssa and worked my way slowly inside she informed me that it was hurting a little. Since the first time I broke Lyssa she’s always been speaking and reacting cautiously as if she’s still a virgin.

There has not been much situations, if all, that I have totally gone nuts with Lyssa during sex. There’s a sum of problems that might always arise from her during sexual intercourse that stops me from having a great time. Those problems being, she’s too tired, she hurts too much, she’s not damp enough, she doesn’t want to do this position or that position, she wants me to take out before I go off and she doesn’t want to please me afterwards.

Then, Lyssa never really gets wild about sex, she never instigates it, there’s never any sexual surprises from Lyssa (Like going down on me without me having to ask). On most occasions (And more in the old days), I used to have to place Lyssa’s hands here or there or ask her to push and exert with me instead of having her just sit there enjoying it while I worked it off.

After a little while the groans and aches that came from Lyssa forbid me to enter from the back so we had to resort to her only loved position, me on top. That position pretty much bores me to death now and should only be done on occasion but after a while you’d hate it too if that’s the only position you got to go off in (If ever you did get to go off in the first place).

Well, we decided to sit on the floor and before I resorted to Lyssa’s choice I tried with her straddled on top of me as I was in a seated position and she did most of the exertion there but after a couple of seconds it hurt her too much. So we had to resort to Lyssa leaning against the bed with her legs widened and me practically lying down but with my back arched and my hands supporting me either on her side or clutching the bed.

This was as close to the real love of Lyssa’s sexual positions that she was going to get and despite me practically being in that same position Lyssa was complaining that it was still hurting her. Leaning down a little more Lyssa didn’t complain as she was practically lying down but I was just wondering if Lyssa just wanted to get her sexual way and was using her pains as a decoy.

Cutting the Evening Short

Lyssa once again began to hurt as I lifted myself back up somewhat and as she informed me that it would be better if we stopped I agreed. Lyssa thought I was angry but I was far from it, it didn’t bother me, it always happens and I was rather expecting it. Nevertheless, Lyssa offered to please me and being upset with herself she informed me that she didn’t want anything in return.

That didn’t sound right to me and as much as I didn’t really want to I said to Lyssa that I would please her first. Knowing that I could have used my finger or nothing at all I started with my finger but Lyssa soon told me it hurt when I put it in.

There was another idea in my mind and as much as I didn’t want to give Lyssa oral on principles and because I don’t enjoy giving it anymore I went against everything I was thinking and went along with it. Figuring that Lyssa could do with something great I informed her that I was going to give her a big blast of orgasmic power and went along with it. For the first time Lyssa smelt a tiny bit different and it could have been girl sweat but it didn’t bother what I was licking.

The Headache Takes Over

Already having a headache even before we started having sex I started to get it worse while going down on Lyssa but thought that I should finish pleasing her off before I worried about my headache. Because of Lyssa’s difference in smell and the length of time she was taking (Where she would always tell me she was two seconds away from orgasm) my headache started to get worse. On top of that I was starting to get lock jaw and when I received that my headache was on the verge of pounding.

At times it felt like I was going to pass out because I wasn’t getting enough good air and the headache was kicking in but I held on and circulated rapidly. Lyssa’s taking a fair while and not really responding as fast as I wanted her to was starting to get to my faint headedness and for that reason I was waiting for a good time to inform Lyssa that I was just going to stop.

Either inform Lyssa or let me black out and have that do the talking for me. After around 20 minutes going down on Lyssa she was the one to inform me that I should stop because I kept being within two seconds of her going off but each time I would move. That probably was due to me trying to keep from blacking out by concentrating on keeping focused on inanimate objects.