A Six Minute Radio Show for Two (Part 4) – Mad Chaos: February 22, 1999

An Afternoon Gets Cozy

Wasting much of the food we were supposed to eat Lyssa got hungry for smoking as she usually does after a meal. Insisting that I came outside with her I didn’t argue too much and for that we made our way out to the backyard. Lighting up what would eventually be incriminated by her neglected internal organs, Lyssa came to roost herself upon my legs as I sat on a chair. As if she was a little girl sitting on Santa’s lap she was, there smoking her cigarette. This was pleasing, to see Lyssa sitting on top of me, hugging me and the rest that came with it, it pleased me.

Coming back into my room and now with the television on Lyssa lay on the bed advising me that her eyes were tired from lack of sleep. Finding a spot right next to Lyssa on the waterbed I lay with her and seeing her new gray three quarter pants on and her ass beaming delightfully at me, I knew my hormones would soon take the better of me.

It wasn’t that long until I candidly asked “Do you want to have sex”. After advising me that my approach was a bit straightforward, Lyssa had seen no problem with it. Therefor, despite me having dried sweat from walking to Campbelltown in the heat and Lyssa the same of coming to meet me, we began our journey.

When it came to taking off Lyssa’s pants she stopped me short and informed me that she didn’t want to, she couldn’t be bothered. That didn’t surprise me that much because I wasn’t expecting sexual favors for the surprise I gave to Lyssa. That’s not my style but then again, when I do give Lyssa presents or gifts out of the blue she never really shows her affection that way anyway.

Settling In Together

Lying in my waterbed together the both of us now wanted to get to sleep. Lyssa asked if I would mind her taking her top off to get to sleep but of course, I had no problem with this. “Why don’t you take off your pants as well” I asked Lyssa and with that she also took off her pants. Requesting for more pieces of clothing to be unrobed from her body I was denied but since I had only my pants on I took them off and was fully naked. Being in a G-String (The very first one I bought for Lyssa) Lyssa wanted the covers to be over us so that we did.

Trying to get to sleep Lyssa got close to me and I done the same with her. Before long Lyssa was putting her legs in between mine and then she was moving into a position where I could put my knee directly upon her gladdened position. Becoming excitable I pursued this endeavor and soon enough had Lyssa’s attention.

Sex was eminent as I brushed myself past her lingerie time and time again and then pushing the G-String to one side I began with my fingers upon Lyssa. Moist was she and for that I thought to try and place myself in her despite the hard positioning as we were both lying almost on our backs. Neither Lyssa or I wanted to be the one getting on top and I was starting to loathe starting this sexual anticipation.

These days in sex, if I loathe anything apart from not receiving oral stimulation I loathe being on the top for the whole encounter. This sexual encounter brought my two loathes to light as Lyssa didn’t find herself comfortable with the both of us being on our backs and angling our pelvises towards each other. Pulling me so that I would be on top of her I halted and pulled Lyssa so that she would be on top of me and thus, this struggle for sexual monopoly began.

Lengthy absence from sex tends to make you do things you wouldn’t normally do and for that reason I caved in to Lyssa’s requisite domination. What came next was both a surprise to Lyssa and I as we began slowly placing myself more and more within Lyssa. There was a slow rhythm here, a quick jab there and then in two minutes I pulled out. I was finished.

Not My Finest Hour

The verge came rapidly for me and I was too proud to take myself out after a minute when I started to feel that rush drawing near. This quick release, which only took me two minutes is unspoken of in my sexuality. Usually I take no less than half an hour but I guess this goes to show what happens when sex becomes too infrequent.

Having a shower together after my demoralizing ordeal I wasn’t too ashamed and Lyssa wasn’t too worried. Yet, I knew that Lyssa wanted more and when I informed her back in my room that I didn’t want to go down on her she went into her usual selfish moods. Lyssa took on an attribute that was given to me by another relationship of mine. That being Lyssa is either an all or nothing girl when it comes to sexual stimulation.

Lyssa and the Rules of Giving

Everyone that has sex with Lyssa after me can blame me for that because I was the kind of guy that gave my all to my partner’s sexual pleasure. For that I paid the price of laborious hours giving multiple orgasms so that she would be pleasured and I would be satisfied with my masculinity.

Over time and this sexual accumulation Lyssa has grown accustomed to an orgasm every time we’ve had sex and I would think it rare to say that Lyssa has gone unaided by an orgasm in sex over our sexual existence. Because of this devotion that I had for Lyssa’s pleasure she seems to get frustrated when I don’t complete my quest these days and although I’m trying to come to terms with Lyssa stopping her oral giving to me, Lyssa doesn’t want to see the light with my ceasing my old satisfaction.

Back in the day I used to get satisfied making Lyssa have multiple orgasms and I still do on the occasions that she does receive them but my enjoyment in doing so these days is about as large as my erection now. Too much has barreled against my sexual benevolence that bids me to slow down on most corners and not give as much in the prime of sexuality.

Coming Down to Her Level

Lyssa has taken away my key satisfaction when it comes to her satisfying me sexually and that being oral stimulation, I’m now at a loss. For a while it seemed as if I was doing all the giving and Lyssa was just doing the taking but now it’s starting to even out with my purposeful dissolution of sexual favor.

For a while after Lyssa informed me she would no longer perform oral I was fine with still satisfying Lyssa to the fullest. Even when Lyssa stopped agreeing to most of my favored positions and even when Lyssa forgot about my needs on some occasions I continued her sexual fulfillment. Now, I choose to come down to her level of deliverance and that to her means no more deliverance.

Lyssa couldn’t take the fact that I didn’t want to go down on her and even though I said I would go down on Lyssa a little she didn’t want it. Lyssa gloated in her little corner of the bed and trying to comfort her I wouldn’t give in, as she would never do for me. This isn’t a case of envy or holding a grudge but it’s me seeing all for what it’s worth.

Lyssa to me is not going out with me anymore and thus, she isn’t someone I feel obligated to please with 100% sexual favor. Months ago is when Lyssa would have come to that conclusion and now I have come to that same end result. Complete happiness in sexuality isn’t an obligation anymore. Like Lyssa, I don’t feel as if satisfaction is my conscious responsibility. Although I still feel that Lyssa should have an orgasm each time we have sex and I also should I don’t feel obligated to go down on Lyssa when she asks me.

A Second Attempt

Reaching an agreement that we would have sex again, it seemed as if Lyssa lowered her expectations to more sex where I just considered more sex for Lyssa’s pleasure. Although I was already satisfied despite my quick emission we began again as soon as my partner was up for it. The selfish within Lyssa was still eminent as Lyssa once again took advantage of me by wanting to once again be on the bottom. As much as this annoyed me I made my way to be the one working as Lyssa just lay back enjoying it.

For a little while we once again started as I exhaustively forged my piston action upon Lyssa. Taking some of the action into her own hands she moistened her fingers upon herself gearing for a climax. Back in the day Lyssa used to make plenty of noise during her orgasms but making plenty of noise was subdued because my parents would always hear.

Lyssa bit her lip, closed her eyes and kept the scream within her and within the last seconds of her orgasm she let out a huge burst of energy and then continued with shorter but continual bursts for the time it took me to go off again. Because I had climaxed beforehand it took me at least a minute or two to climax once again after Lyssa’s ceremony. Aching with ecstasy as she was, Lyssa was begging for me to get out but kept me within until I was satisfied. On her stomach did I flow but to our surprise I only dripped a little.

Missing Me More Than Usual

All through the day at my house but mostly after sex Lyssa was being pleasant in kissing and mucking around with me. More than her usual self, Lyssa was showing a tendency in being more affectionate towards me. There would be times when Lyssa would kiss my neck during sex and out of it, she would grab my ass, lie on top of me, kiss me, hold me sincerely and much more. This would all point (In my belief) to Lyssa missing me as being her boyfriend and now being much less.

Lyssa showed this to me when she informed me that Penelope told Lyssa almost everyday that she thought the two of us were going to get back together, she never doubts it will happen. What I believe is that part of Lyssa’s story is true and the other part is embellished by Lyssa because she wants to believe it to be true. Through the day Lyssa was giving me hidden signals that she wished we were back together but I think she knows it will never be and that’s why I feel Sunday was more of an affectionate time for her.

Cruising USA and a Microphone

From our second sexual encounter Lyssa and I began to play the car game on the Nintendo and I was surprised to find that Lyssa loved it. The game wasn’t very great in detail or playability but it did seem to interest Lyssa so I also got interested. Whilst playing the game and watching Lyssa play I could see the different expressions on her face that I had never before seen. Those faces of excitement, satisfaction and elation you would only see if you were Lyssa’s friend and yet, I was seeing her playful and childish side.

This game we kept playing until an hour later it was finished. The both of us took it in turns to complete a course and that person who didn’t complete the course would have to hand it over to the other person to try. Lyssa was doing great on the first few road courses and she was loving how in ‘Cruising USA’ we would go past all the cities she visited.

When the game was finished I turned on my computer to show Lyssa something and midst my showing Lyssa a wave file she wanted to talk on the microphone. Granting Lyssa her satisfaction we turned on the microphone and started taping on the computer our little conversation. Basically Lyssa just asked me questions and I answered them in my sarcastic and laid back tone. This gave us some comedic relief when we listened back upon it and still, I have this six minute long audio file on my computer, I plan to keep it. Lyssa sounds so natural on radio, I feel she had a radio or broadcasting voice whereas I just sounded like a sleepy mumbling male.

A Sleepy Sunday Evening

Once our little radio ambience was complete we made our way back to the bed where we continued to lay together. With the lights turned off and the time being around 6:30 p.m. we just relaxed, watching television and chatting habitually with each other. During this time I received a call from Ralf who wanted to know what I was doing for my Sunday night but not wanting to laze about for my Sunday I told him I would call back later.

Shawn also gave me a call but informing him that Lyssa was over playing the Nintendo I told him to call me back later. Nearing 8:30 p.m. the both of us started drifting off to sleep as the lights and television were both off. It was getting fairly dark now and that was a contributing factor to Lyssa falling asleep and me falling in and out of it. Coming back to consciousness around 9:30 p.m.

I sought to wake up Lyssa and to her surprise of finding out the time she was in a hurry to get home. My sleep with Lyssa was the best time I had with Lyssa for the night. It was like Lyssa had to get to school the next day and I reaped satisfaction out of her being calm and subdued enough to fall asleep in my arms.