Braveheart Sonnet and Hotel Doubts (Part 4) – Mad Chaos: February 16, 1999

A Restless Night

The time reached midnight and although we were both restless we tried to get to sleep. I myself was getting tired but Lyssa felt invigorated enough to stay awake for a while longer. Eventually getting to sleep the both of us lay together and although I was horny and I felt that Lyssa was the same we couldn’t do anything because Lyssa had her periods.

Time kept ticking and as it did the both of us became more restless not gaining any sleep. Something had to be done and that something came around 2:00 a.m. when I advised Lyssa that we were both horny and that’s why we were tossing and turning. Lyssa agreed but that didn’t start anything.

Poems and Kisses After Dark

Through from midnight to the time I started discussing our horny state I was jumping out of bed, turning the light on and writing down thoughts for the poem of the night inspired by Braveheart. While Lyssa and I were talking of our lustful desires I had another idea and upon writing it down I jumped on top of Lyssa and started mucking around with her.

This made the both of us a little more at ease and as I turned the light off we were hugging each other. This led Lyssa to start kissing me on the neck and ear but when I started liking it too much Lyssa pulled away and said “That’s all you’re getting”. This pissed me off as it had made me hard but also because Lyssa pulled away because she didn’t want to satisfy without having been given satisfaction back.

Thus we got back to our sleeping ways but I started asserting my beliefs that Lyssa is never the lustful one. “There has to be someone that’s horny and lustful otherwise nothing will ever happen and I believe it’s mostly always me” I uttered to Lyssa as we both lay in the darkness. What I mentioned must have worked because Lyssa then took my words and made them into actions.

A Night of Mixed Signals

Beginning with some more kisses to my neck and ear Lyssa made me get all excited again and as I did she placed herself loosely on top of me. Sexual drive was within me but all I could do without being grossed out was to use my leg as a stimulant to Lyssa by harnessing her lustful cravings with it. Both of us were in our underwear as Lyssa wasn’t wearing a bra but only her panties. Grabbing my shaft with her hand she began her motion and although I knew this is all I was getting the two hour build up of sexual frustration had neared to a finale.

Lyssa did treat me with her hand and her lips upon mine and my neck for a little while but I soon took the podium and as I couldn’t help myself I started kissing Lyssa on the neck and treating her to her favorite delight upon the skin. This was supposed to be my pleasure but as I felt I was being selfish I had for Lyssa something to return. Just with my kissing Lyssa on the neck and between her trapezius, Chest and Shoulder (The part that runs from the neck side to the shoulder) I brought her close to orgasm.

Nevertheless, Lyssa stopped me just as she was about to go because she didn’t want it, simple as that. That didn’t make any sense to me and I was thinking that it would complicate Lyssa’s periods if she had an orgasm but then I just thought Lyssa was faking it to make me stop because I wasn’t doing that good of a job. These claims in my mind went unnoticed though as Lyssa continued with me and in time she made me go off all over a certain radius of myself and the room causing a little bit of a mess to clean.

A Sonnet Before Dawn

After cleaning myself up and having a shower I came back to my room to find Lyssa finally getting tired. Having another thought for my poems I turned my computer on and told Lyssa she could get to sleep if she wanted to. Lyssa didn’t even try bothering me as I worked, she knew I needed to feel isolated and a pair of eyes on my back would be the opposite.

Thus, Lyssa got herself to sleep and in that time right until 3:30 a.m. I started and finished my Sonnet based on my inspiration from Braveheart. The time was getting older and I knew that I had to get up around 10:30 a.m. the next morning as Ralf and I had made plans to head out to Concord. You see, while we were at Shawn’s house I read an advertisement in the paper of computer goods, games and speakers being sold at a huge warehouse sale.

Plans for a Warehouse Sale

All the offers were up to 90% off and it looked convincing so that’s why Ralf and I made plans to leave for it at 10:30 a.m. Sunday morning. Sunday was also the last day it was open so I figured it would be a good chance to check it out even though I had no money in my pocket at the time.

A Sleepy Morning Goodbye

Finally closing my eyes for sleep after a Sonnet debilitating my sleeping pattern I got some much needed sleep. The morning had seen me wake up at 10:30 a.m. like planned but it was without an alarm, by instinct. Upon waking up and having a prior agreement with Lyssa that she would leave before it was time for Ralf to call I asked her to wake up. Lyssa lay on the ground with her eyes closed trying not to hear me but she knew she would have to get up soon.

Lyssa’s insolence was getting to me and a little agitated, I walked upstairs to make Lyssa and myself some breakfast. Once Lyssa had herself something to eat she rang up Nikita because she had to have lunch with her around midday. Nikita wasn’t home and because of that Lyssa started questioning when Ralf was going to call, trying to get herself out of leaving for home so soon.

Despite that Lyssa ended up calling a taxi without fuss and without me having to ask twice and as we waited Lyssa brought up the topic of spending a night at a hotel room again. When Lyssa first advised me that she would like to spend a night at a hotel room again it surprised me. I didn’t know whether to think that Lyssa was trying to salvage parts of our relationship back because she wanted to get a closer bond between us or if she had some other motive that was purely sexual.

Doubts About a Hotel Night

The way I see it (Which is also what I told Lyssa), I didn’t want to hire out a hotel room and then having the night ruined by Lyssa having those peeing problems come back again. Renting a hotel room I feel is a waste of time. Lyssa isn’t adventurous anymore when it comes to sexual activity and because our sexual positions have been deprived the excitement of the night will also be drained.

When Lyssa and I have sex at my house I sometimes get disappointed because I didn’t get to do this or I didn’t get that and I know that nothings going to change by hiring a room. Of course the sexual drive will already be there and Lyssa informed me that she’s going to buy some new lingerie for the night but apart from those two factors my sexual appetite won’t be higher than any normal night.

So much restrictions for me that build up onto my sexual satisfaction but for Lyssa, only a spare few. To name some of the restrictions I can’t go off inside Lyssa which means I have to pull out lessening the effect. Unlike Lyssa who gets my tongue, my shaft and my every ounce of effort, she just sits back and laps it up and in the end she gets the best orgasm from my efforts and I get the leftovers.

This is of a usual day, sometimes I don’t even get to go off but I feel that it will be different and a tad more enjoyable when we rent the room. Other factors that restrict my libido and satisfaction are that Lyssa doesn’t go down on me anymore, a major part that alone would satisfy me and put a smile on my face.

Lyssa doesn’t like any other position apart from the usual missionary position where she’s on the bottom lapping it all up. This is my most loathed position and I would be damned if this went on all night. Then there’s the factor that I’m always the active one and by that I mean that I do most of the kissing, exertion and satisfying while Lyssa just takes it all from me.

Thoughts on Effort and Equality

Would I be as bold to say that Lyssa is taking her being a woman for granted and the misconception that she is the woman thus, she shouldn’t have to exert. A good woman in bed is one who uses the whole of the bed’s pleasures and by that figurative speech I mean to say that Lyssa should be doing as much sexual exertion as I am. For a woman to thrust as much as I am, to passionately kiss and have urges to please others in surprising and different ways, that’s a real satisfaction to me.

Alas, in our years of sexual activity Lyssa came as close to a sexual revolution as she could near our ten months and then it all started falling through. Now I only have the remnants but not even the basics of love that make sex enjoyable. These days I would be happy just to go off when Lyssa and I have sex and believe me, the hand job or between the boobs is nothing to brag about and yet, this lately is the preferred finishing off of me. I say, better to get disappointed at my house than to spend money and get disappointed at the same turn of the wheel.

Waiting for Ralf to Call

Once the taxi arrived that Sunday morning the time was 11:00 a.m. and about fifteen minutes later a person who I thought wasn’t going to call ended up calling, Ralf. This continuing story that will soon enough turn into a saga must end for tonight as sleep is well at hand. The time is 4:14 a.m. but despite my long night staying out last night and waking up at 4:00 p.m. for my Tuesday I have learnt to get myself to sleep earlier regardless.

Yet, I wouldn’t want to wake up too early tomorrow because there’s absolutely no food left in the house. I’m drinking water at the moment but only for tonight, cordial has been depleted. Tomorrow I would hope not to wake too early but I gather that when I do wake up that mum and dad will be home with the shopping and I can feast upon it. Well, got to go now but my spoken facts of Sunday, Monday and Tuesday will be written tomorrow, on Wednesday, at least started anyway…