Lyssa Calls Fishing for a Night In (Part 2)

Lyssa Calls on Saturday

Despite these sudden events of the proximal day I shall inherit my good words into those avowed events of my chronicled Saturday. There are two days worth to write of so let us now begin. The only portion of Saturday I need speak begins from my conversation with Lyssa after having called Keith for the night. Our actual conversation was rather somber and quiet as I didn’t say too much in regards of asking her about her life.

Nevertheless, as Lyssa is always inquisitive, she asked me of my weekend and what I had done and as I always comply, I answered. I’m not sure what Lyssa had on her mind when she called me or if she was starting to get edgy with lust but it seemed to me that she was trying to get across a message, a hint of passion. Although no words were passionate and she didn’t compliment me in any shape or form, her subliminal wording had me suspicious of her objective.

As already noted, Lyssa mentioned that she was at home alone after I had asked but she gave me so much clues that my question was just begging to be asked. To me, it seemed that Lyssa hadn’t made any plans for the night and the fact that she decided to stay home instead of head out to Wollongong with her friends was justifiable suspicion. I had the feeling that Lyssa was leaving a night with me as an alternative to what else she could do.

Canceling her night at Wollongong and inviting Naqi and Penelope over to watch a movie later that night made me feel that she probably wanted me to do what I usually do, ask her over my house. However, I was stubborn as I was stern and my wise intuition had me keep my mouth shut when most it would open. However, to shed some more realistic light on the situation, Lyssa might have called me because she had received news that I had been seen a few days before.

When I was at Macarthur Square with Keith at Fun n Games I was spotted by Alaric (Someone I almost had a fight with back in year 7 or 8). On Friday night when Lyssa attended the Catholic Club he stopped off and talked to her and midst conversation he advised her that he had seen me. As I was tempted to call Lyssa when Keith told me she was with a little kid and some guy (Thinking she was hooked up already and to confirm it) I feel that Lyssa had felt the same temptation to call me.

Therefore, swallowing what pride she had, she gave me a call on Saturday night to put her thoughts of my moving on to rest and to speak with me again. I feel that there was more to it in which she wanted to see me again but I put a stop to those thoughts if ever they were.

More Stale Bread About Naqi

Lyssa spoke for a short while about Naqi and how in a drunken mood he talked some encouraging words about me. “That’s great” I said sarcastically taking no notice of what Lyssa was saying as I didn’t want to hear his quotes or words. Naqi to me is resented so much that his sight or that of Penelope’s brings a sneer or a loathing about me, that I do hate him so much. While on the topic of Naqi, some more stale bread comments. From Keith’s mouth who had heard this news from Min-Su, Naqi has reportedly been pulled over for driving without a license.

This I gather was attained by Jett who had spoken to him on the train but obviously, because I didn’t show too much interest in hearing about Naqi he didn’t say much. Another bit of information is how Naqi and Penelope to Lyssa’s recollection, no longer brag about their getting married. This leads me to believe that the both of them were only doing it back in those days to show off in front of Lyssa and me, something which was obvious to us. However, I also hear that the both of them aren’t getting married anymore, bad luck…

Stale Bread About Lyssa

Some more stale bread thought stems to my remembrance of my sexual prowess with Lyssa and how she barely showed hers. The object of Lyssa’s discretion in sexuality showed in many facets and areas of our love-making. Firstly, there was the case of Lyssa always wanting to have the lights off when having sex, mainly because she was uncomfortable about her body despite my loving it.

Within the same area, I don’t think that there was one time (Or more than a handful of times) that Lyssa willingly took off her last line of defense, her underwear. Sometimes she would fret when it came to taking her bra off but her underwear, that was a different and more difficult story. She would always come up with excuses of not to take it off and sometimes there would be cases when I would just leave it on because I was cynical of her response but in all cases, the underwear always came off.

Then there was the discretion showed by Lyssa when it came to going down on me and staying cleansed. Lyssa, as the usual Barbie, didn’t like getting sweaty, getting down and dirty or even exerting too much during sex. There is the case of her getting turned off giving me head because she came up with the notion that uncircumcised penises were always dirty. This leads me to point out that Lyssa is so easily misled by people’s opinion.

She probably read an article about how uncircumcised penises are twice as prone of harboring germs and that advice went all to her head. I truly believe that Lyssa would have misinterpreted the news about the cold flu that is spreading throughout the City. Apparently the news informed that it has caused four deaths in elderly people but I know that the naïve Lyssa would be misled by that news and probably miss a day or two of work because of it, use it as an excuse.

When in reality, most people including me would see the likelihood of her falling sick or even as far as dead is infinitely zero, yet, she does become naïve and misinterpret information. To Lyssa, if the news told her that Martians landed in her backyard or if her best friend told her that a psychic uttered something about her death, she would be extra cautious and preventive to that news. It’s just how Lyssa is, how can you change something like that.

Why It Never Quite Worked

Getting back to the point at hand, the portion of feeling clean was important to Lyssa and because she thought uncircumcised penises were dirty, she became turned off it by her own thoughts. Then there is the ultimate satisfaction killer where Lyssa never (Except for one beautifully memorable night) went down on me to the point of getting messy. Only once did she think about accepting my stream although she wasn’t aware of it and would have rejected my proposal had she known.

There wasn’t a time when Lyssa would decide to get a little messy after I had done my deed and she was always critical about my stuff when it was on her. There was also the annoying situation in sex where Lyssa always preferred to have sex in her favored position which was always me on top. Whenever I had a say it would quickly be quashed because Lyssa was hurting from the change or she wasn’t comfortable and of course, because I wanted to please her, I accepted the change.

Then there was the more painstaking case of her never allowing me to use my finger within her after that little scare that struck paranoia within her actions. My finger is as obsolete as acceptance of sexuality is to Jews and I know it was such a long time ago when last I used my finger to bring Lyssa to climax. Taking the option of using my finger away really put me in a fix when it came to being happy within sex.

This fussy attitude of Lyssa constricted my having fun during sex to having to stress out in order to make her orgasm before I did, on many occasions. Taking the finger away led me only to the alternatives of my tongue or my shaft. The tongue became demeaning and tiring to continually master time and time again as it didn’t give me much satisfaction or rate highly on the comfortable factor.

The shaft on most occasions wouldn’t last me long enough to make Lyssa orgasm because I was always in her favored position and in one that would easily make me go off. Therefore that constricted me to going down on Lyssa which after a while, I grew tired of. It was great when Lyssa would allow me to use my finger as well as my tongue and it was a release of pressure when Lyssa would join in with her own finger but taking away the sole use of my finger was a big mistake of taboo.

Who Do I Confide In

My conversation with Lyssa lasted for around half an hour and after that I started watching television and preparing for sleep. After my conversation I started thinking about who I speak to about my personal life and I was happy to find that there wasn’t one source that I continually confided in. The only times that I would speak out about my relationship with Lyssa or anyone else I loved would have been in passing or in their defense.

When Keith talked about his breaking up with Tamsen I didn’t think to draw parallels to my relationship with Lyssa to ease his mind and only done so in moderation when he asked my opinion with my knowledge. On occasion, if a topic comes up where I think it would be beneficial to talk about a portion of my personal life I do so but never about any sexual topics. Not even to Jett have I shed the better skins of my relationship as I rather them be kept to myself.

My Proverb About Miracles

With my Saturday night all talked of now, I shall include one proverbial saying of my own making. “Everyone is entitled to a miracle at least once in their life” is my proverbial saying and it strikes some truth. This was spurred on by the thought that some people pray to God and get miracles while others rot away as wasted life on streets, without any hint of faith. However, I feel that everyone, at least once in their life will come face to face with a miracle. One that will pick them up and show them the right road so that their life would been worth living, with a hint of remembrance.

A Slow Sunday at Home

Speaking now to the tune of Sunday in these moving hours of the night, I shall shed their glory quick. For what has not yet been explained, there was not much attention on Sunday and therefore, not much to speak of. The day began for me at 10:30 a.m. where surprisingly I slept in past my usual limits because of a lack of sleep on my waterbed.

For some time I drift off to sleep on my floor where I had to wrap myself up in the blanket tightly so I could keep most of the freezing air and cold ground from my wintry bones. A couple of hours into the day in my awoken mode I did receive my only call from Keith. However, he only called because he had received a prank call with a silent number and he thought it was me.

When that confusion was sorted out he said he might visit me later because he thought he had to but that never ended up happening. For the past four nights including tonight Keith has been playing pool at the Catholic Club, deciding on all occasions to forget about inviting me. However, that doesn’t bother me as I had gone out on Friday, had a good time on Saturday and save for Sunday, I had a good weekend.

Sunday night progressed and just as I started watching ‘Mission Impossible’ I received another call from Keith. This time he was asking if I wanted to head to the movies with him and Binh in which they were paying but because I wasn’t certain I could sneak in and I was comfortable watching the television I declined his offer. With the movie finished I started typing in my diary and around 1:00 a.m. I finished so that I could get some early sleep. This early sleep was of course duly needed for my 11:00 a.m. interview with Centrelink on Monday so I did attend my bed…