Missing Half the Super Bowl (Part 5) – Mad Chaos: February 1, 1999

A Rough Night After

Later in the night I got some stomach aches from mixing the ice cream with pasta or it could have just been the burnt pasta, but I had to visit the toilet a couple of times.

The movie itself was a half-half rating. The both of us lay on the waterbed for the movie, a bit cautious in showing affection, but we weren’t embarrassed or anxious because of it. When the movie was over Lyssa and I made our way to the floor and it was here that Lyssa informed me she was really tired and just wanted to close her eyes.

The caution was still about us but I soon quashed that caution when I decided to speak out in our silence. “Do you feel energetic” I asked Lyssa and with newly found enthusiasm she asked “Why”. That’s basically how I asked Lyssa if she wanted to have sex and as we agreed on that we began our sexual exploits.

Drawing a Line for Once

The act of courting my ex girlfriend into the obvious has its many thorns of insecurity etched into my fragile mind. Always it has me tentative despite the undeniable reasons to why she visits but this night was a stand. Sex comes with its compromises now more than ever but since our breakup, whichever way you look at it, either because of my passive devoted ways or because Lyssa has learnt to manipulate my benign ones, or because Lyssa pulls all the good cards with me always pulling short straws, most compromises have severely lopsided themselves her way.

Perhaps it is the pathetic state of man after being whipped so many years but tonight, my usual moral submission saw a darker side. I must say it was greedy to let my ecstasy come first but it was a night to draw lines and pull no punches. Circulating undetected in my mind as we made our way to the bedroom floor, my stand was to do those things only, which satisfied me.

Lyssa equally had been playing me in the same manner until then, choosing to strike oral from her pleasuring list and in this manner, kicking my emotional needs to the curb. It might seem harsh or even cruel for me to have even replied the same but my creed for tonight was to forego anything I didn’t want to do, at least for the night, which meant my primal urges as man weren’t to be interfered by passion, which seemed deadened in her quarters.

As we began I had my way for most of the time and with the lights off Lyssa allowed me to try doggy style. Lyssa really is vulnerable in this position as we tried every sort of doggy style position that we could think of in order for Lyssa’s innards not to get pushed around. Despite our trials and me having a great time for a little while thrusting away in my favorite position, I made my way on top of Lyssa, how she loves it.

Things Turn Sour Afterwards

Rolling the rhythm on once again, Lyssa began to touch herself, but after a fair while (Which these days is only fifteen minutes compared to the hour to two hour long fucks back in the days) the sensitivity was getting to me. Trying my hardest to squeeze the sensation out of me, it didn’t work. Lyssa’s stomach copped the most of my orgasmic load, taking myself out just as she was about to have her own climax. She looked aggravated to some degree for not going off but with a little persuasion, she knew she would get her chance.

Grabbing some toilet paper we began the cleanup and after, we had ourselves a shower together. Lyssa asked if I would be finishing her off and agreeing that I would, we gave it a little while as Lyssa and I both lay on the waterbed. Soon Lyssa became anxious and with only a towel around her waist we made our way to the floor. Lyssa assumed her position and then she asked, “How do you want to do me”.

The possibility of more sex was out of the question for Lyssa and I knew that I didn’t want to use my tongue so I suggested my finger. Lyssa got upset with my suggestion and lustfully demanded some oral. That’s when I informed Lyssa that I didn’t want to go down on her and as she repeatedly asked me “why not,” I told her how lock-jaw wasn’t my favorite position. Lyssa got upset and upon mentioning my fingers, she announced, “I only want oral”.

I thought she was a tad bit selfish yelping demands, considering she stopped reciprocating the favor long ago. Lyssa cowered over into her corner for a little while and after she tried telling me that I was only getting even with her for not going down on me, she asked if I would use my fingers. That to me was no problem even though the moment had now been completely ruined.

Nevertheless, Lyssa seemed to settle for my fingers, after all, they were better than nothing. “It would take a decade to try and get you wet again,” were my thoughts when we tried juicing her back up, so instead, I decided to stick my fingers inside and rub. Soon Lyssa took over, brushing aside my fingers with hers and rubbing herself as my hips swayed in for a pounding. Lyssa seemed to be enjoying herself, laying still for a while to just enjoy her orgasm.

Lyssa Stays the Night

Lyssa lay herself to sleep in my room after getting herself dressed into some of my clothes and after her cute nodding came when wondering if she was staying over for the night. That didn’t go all too well for me because I knew that Lyssa would miss her day at College. She would get lazy and half of my daily spinster gratis would be wasted because of that.

Despite this however, I didn’t want to get her upset so the decision was simple, let her stay and face consequences later. Lyssa got herself to sleep at 11:00 p.m. and through the night (as I played ‘Vikings’) she said a word or two in her sleep. At one stage she dribbled on my pillow but that went unnoticed until she informed me Monday morning. The morning hours kept creeping up on me as they are doing right now and before I knew it the time was 5:00 a.m.

Through the night when Lyssa would make a noise or move around I would think it cute and cuddle her or kiss her while she slept. There were times where I would kiss her on the cheek and then on her lips, as my poems sent would recite. Lyssa was sleeping naked because she was asked and obliged, which bade my curious eyes pull down her sheets to reveal her naked body. Reflecting on it now, it seems funny. When the time arrived to 5:00 a.m. Lyssa woke up because of me. I think I kissed her.

Anyway, she was all nice to me as I gave her a drink and with that Lyssa decided to make her cute little way down to the floor to sleep with me. Turning off the computer Lyssa and I lay together in arms as I too was now nude. Lyssa hugged me before she drifted off to sleep and as she did, she turned to face the waterbed, and I, to get comfortable, turned the other way. Just before getting to sleep I set the alarm for 11:00 a.m. because I wanted to get up and watch the ‘Super Bowl’.

A Late Start for the Game

As I expected Lyssa didn’t want to get up until late for College and although we both opened our eyes around 10:00 a.m. Lyssa was in no hurry to get on the bus and off to College. This upset me a little because Lyssa said she was going to try her hardest to get her grades up so she wouldn’t flunk this one year long course but here she is taking unnecessary days off. When the time arrived to 11:00 a.m.

I turned on the television to see the game had already started, it was in the second quarter. That also upset me a little but not as much as when I realized the game that I was watching thinking it was a pre-game match turned out to be the actual game. For the next two hours I watched this as Lyssa paraded around my room doing her hair and paying attention on a couple of times to the game.

An Afternoon Truce

When the game was over Lyssa and I both lay on the waterbed once again and Lyssa sensed I was a bit horny. To speak of horny, as Lyssa was getting to sleep last night in the nude I rubbed my virile self along her backside, while sleeping behind her. This turned me on so much after our sexual encounter that while she was half asleep, I told her that I was going to go off.

That didn’t work for me so well so I had Lyssa turn a little so I could put myself on Lyssa’s Chest but for lack of assistance from Lyssa I gave up. Seeing my hormones fluctuating at a great speed Lyssa suggested we have afternoon sex and I wasn’t too far behind her for that one.

This time in our sexual experience we couldn’t come to an agreement on who would be on top or bottom but in the end Lyssa gave in to being on top for the first half and then me on top for the second half. While Lyssa was on top of me she had a bit of trouble finding her natural lubrication but as we were getting started Lyssa decided it was time to lie herself on the ground.

Gathering that Lyssa wanted to go off as bad as me I tried to slow myself down so I wouldn’t get too excited too quickly. Thus, I held myself tightly, I slowed myself down, I thrust deeper and in turn Lyssa’s panting became permanent. Lyssa couldn’t contain herself for too much longer as she told me she was going off. There I began wildly to pound upon her and with that I gave her a loud orgasm and in the process, also came heavily.

Now, after that great story I’m going to have to call it quits now. My eyes are growing immensely tired and the time is now 5:13 a.m. Don’t get fooled, I have been off the computer for at least an hour and a half when I had something to eat and played ‘Vikings’ for an hour but I chose not to redirect my entry. So, I’m going to get to sleep and then talk about today (which is Monday) in my next entry.