D.L.S.

"I’m not the kind of girl who wants her name tattooed on your arm, she purred, think of me as your dirty little secret." - Michael Faudet

What's your number?

Oftentimes, I would hear guy friends of mine talk about their 'number' --- number of girlfriends they've had, number of flings, number of times he did this girl non-stop (*roll eyes*), how long he went down a girl (as if it was that accurate), etc. 

It's like a testimony of how suave or how good they are. It got me thinking. 

What if we women said their own numbers? What about my numbers... 

Let me give it a try: 

• 6  number of liberated women I used to be friends with
• 5  number of naked people (including myself) in one room that I have been with 
• 4 number of serious relationships I've had
• 3 number of long term FUBU's I had 
• 2 number of guys I had sex with in less than 24 hours (during my crazy days)
• 1 number of times I ever squirted 

★ Piper ★

Best compliment?

I went over some of my "old chats" and saw this: 

"Love it when you talk like a porn star" --- (Shane) 

The name is not his real one but this comment made me laugh and still makes me laugh. 

I've always been comfortable being friends with guys (my closest friend is a guy) so often times I get to be one of the boys. And when I say "one of the boys" that literally means listening and knowing their stories. At the same time, it can also be me as blunt and brutal and real with my stories to them. 

So yeah, that's part of me. 

What about you? 

Any comments (to you) you'd like to share? 

★ Piper ★

How dirty are you?

It's been a while since my last long post and trust me it was not intentional. I just didn't know what to write. Some prodded me to continue with my stories and well, I will, promise. I will be continuing stories with unfinished endings. 

Anyway, I decided to ask this question because I remembered a former FUBU of mine who was well, uhm, a bit dirty. I thought to myself: I'm sure he is not the only one who had those dirty thoughts in mind. 

Am I correct or am I correct? *winks*

Some self-righteous people would cringe at the thought of "dirty" especially when it relates to the idea of making love or having sex. Oh well, to each his or her own. To be honest, I used to be one of those too. I mean, I have always been horny but I'm like "horny with limitations" that is until I met Peewee. 

Peewee is the last person I'd think who'd open my eyes (and others too) in this "new" and "dirty" world. He and I have known each other for quite a while now and we've also been intimate but we never really talked about other aspects of sex until that time. 

Peewee: "What's the dirtiest thing you've done?" 

I paused before typing my reply...

Me: "Is this sex-related?" 

Peewee: "Of course..." *grins* 

Me: *thinks* "To be honest, I cannot really recall a daring and dirty sex incident I've had..."

I then said, "is that lame?" 

And he typed, "oh no. probably no one just dared to introduce you to those kind of things..." 

He continued, "are you open to it?" 

As I waited for his reply, thoughts of feces and dead people clouded my mind. I involuntarily cringed. I thought, "eww gross.. not that" Then I realized those things have to be my hard limit. 

He then said, "I cannot believe I am saying this to you but I have always fantasized peeing on someone and being pee'd on..." 

I didn't know how to respond to that. I paused. I was actually not disgusted by it --- I just haven't tried it so I don't really know how I'd react to it. The more I thought about it though, the more curious and interested I became. So much so that I failed to reply to him until he buzzed me (yes, old school e, YM baby!) haha

That brought me back to my senses and I then replied to him: "so what are your dirty thoughts?"

How dirty was he or how dirty can he be? When I think about it, he's actually not so "dirty".

He wanted to pee on me and the more I think about it, I have to admit, I got excited as well. When he realized I was open with the idea, he no longer hesitated and told me more about what he wanted. 

Aside from wanting to pee on me, he also equally wanted me to pee on him --- on his face... his mouth open. I was surprised but he clearly liked it this way...

Too bad we never got to do any of these for real...

What about YOU? 

How dirty can you get?

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How long can you go?

What's the longest sexual activity you've had? 

I'm curious! :) 

Do share please  

★ Piper ★

H

I don’t know you well enough for this to be A Thing. I know. My friend says to relax because it’s foolish to throw all my eggs in one basket, let alone, a basket I’m still learning. But I've never known a guy like you and I don't like the idea of not knowing things. I so hate it. I despise it. Knowing what I'm getting myself in was the only way I survived all the heartaches in my life...

I’m always wondering how you’re doing. I wake up, and I hate how stupid this sounds, you’re on my mind. I'm often reminded of how you look from my peripheral vision; with your glasses. I think of asking if you’re okay, if you’re happy, if you’re doing all the things you want to be doing. I think of asking which other places you want to visit. You are so good and so nice and so "pure" and I want to kiss the kindness inside you. I want you to be loved in the exact way you love. 

I am a play it cool girl. Until I met you. I tried to dismiss you as just another guy but you are beyond that --- you're smart, funny, fun, and sweet. And when I decide someone is interesting, I can’t let it go. I want to know all of them. I want to trace their insecurities back to roots and kiss the bruised spots. But because I find you too pure, I just cannot. I have to push you away because sooner or later my demons and stories will eventually do that to you... Better now than later. 

I won’t sit by my phone hoping you’ll text. Because I’ll go ahead and text you. Even when I say I’m not going to. Even when I tell myself that maybe I'm just another girl in another typical night for you. 

You are still hurting and I’m bleeding too. Maybe we aren’t healed enough for something real. Maybe we will put up walls or someone will run, or it’s all in my head to begin with.

All I know is that every time your name pops up in my screen, I want to know how your day is. And not for sake of small talk. I just want to know. 

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New Names, Same Game

Recently, I met someone who's like the guy version of me (well, he's much worse ;p) --- and reminded me so much of my relationship with my best guy buddy. 

He also said the term "side dicks" which is the "side chicks" term for women. 

Got me thinking --- I've heard of various names for sexual relationships from FWB, FUBU, meantime girl/guy, booty call, to name a few. 

What's my point? 

At the end of the day, it's the still the same game with just different names...

What's your term? :) Share it! 

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CL

CL means Craigslist and although in the US it has been widely controversial (especially the sexual services part) due to the CL killer, here where I am, it's still quite interesting :) 

A couple of ads I saw recently: 

Flashback Friday

Almost 10years ago, I got this email from my ex-bf's ex. I should have treated that as a sign but I still held on to my then love of my life...

In my defense, I sincerely didn't know that they were still together. Perhaps I was too trusting and too stupid.

Needless to say, he's now out of my life and the one who sent me the email above and I became 'friends' 

🚺 Piper 

reality

It's been a while since I posted here and this post will probably be the sappiest post I'll ever make but here goes...

You know me as that girl who doesn't care

Prolly even mistook me as someone who wouldn't back out from a dare

You probably thought you were just a pawn in my "game" 

Perhaps you even thought that being with you would just be the same

But you're different

You're sweet 

You're sensitive 

You're funny 

You're smart 

I already knew I liked you after that long conversation 

But I chose to go into this web of confusion

For fear of entering this weird situation

Or perhaps as well as rejection

I wish I could undo the things I did

And take back the things I said 

But what's done is done and we have reached the end

I wish you the best, my ading and friend

Written for someone who'll probably never know how he made an impact in my life...

★ Piper ★

Of chain emails and catching up...

Hey there.

Someone messaged me privately asking how I have been. I've been okay, just busy with stuff :)

I am cleaning my email and going over like old email which made me smile. Do you remember receiving those chain emails that if and when you don't do this you'll have bad luck etc?


Oh well, just saw one about what our horoscopes say about our personality.

Here's what it says about me:

The Perfectionist 

Dominant in relationships. 
Conservative. 
Always wants the last word. 
Argumentative. 
Worries. 
Very smart. 
Dislikes noise and chaos. 
Eager. 
Hardworking. 
Loyal. 
Beautiful. 
Easy to talk to. 
Hard to please. 
Harsh. 
Practical and very fussy. 
Often shy. 
Pessimistic. 

Do you agree? :)
Happy Friday!


★ Piper ★

In the Car part 1...

I have always prided myself that in spite of my "aggressiveness" as perceived by many, I still 'wait' for a guy to make the first move. 

During my stint back home (2014), I met this guy. Technically, I already met him 'virtually' (which is no longer uncommon nowadays) but only saw him in person one late Monday night in September. 

He described himself 5'10-5'11 (my type), plays basketball (my type), and medium built. You see, the reason I hate asking for personal deets like these is that I have a very creative imagination and giving me such details can make me come up with ideas of how a guy can possibly look like. 

Fast forward, I finally met him. Let's just say that out of all the things he said, the height was clearly correct. Oh and maybe the basketball part (although from his physique that night, it seems he hasn't been playing quite a while). He was stocky; clearly not MY type but there was usomething about him that made me want to stay with them longer than intended. We ended up chitchatting during his lunch break. I brought him a cupcake by the way so plus points for me. Nothing happened on that night. Like what I said, I will not make the first move.

Fast forward to Friday of that same week, things have gone a bit faster. Both of us were very vocal of wanting to get inside each other's pants. So we met again. I picked him up at our meeting place and went to the nearby shopping area. In the car, we were talking and talking still about wholesome and sometimes a bit naughty stuff but this younger guy is still NOT making a move. 

My hormones got the better of me and I made a move in kissing him. Slowly. Shyly. Deliberately. It was like I was savoring every second of it. He then slowly responded and things started getting hot. Hot enough that we were heavily petting in my not-so-tinted car and people possibly seeing us but I didn't care. I let him suck my tits, mash my breasts, and touch me down there. I also sucked him too. Every so often though we would stop coz baka may makahuli sa amin. We were both so horny and pressed for time (I am meeting a friend of mine) that I moved my car somewhere between two other vehicles that the car was somewhat "covered" by the other two vehicles. The heavy petting ensued but I was so horny I told him to take out his manhood. I sucked on it and then i moved my body to his side (passenger seat) and sat on it. Straddled on it. Pumped on it and swayed too. 

I was so horny that I wanted to be in control. I was pumping on him like crazy. But it was getting difficult coz I felt he was concerned about us getting caught. :( 

TBC...

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Half only please...part 1

This happened twenty years ago when I was a teenager. You do the math. I am no cougar nor a MILF since I am still single and never had kids. 

The other questions you have kindly ask them here. 

Going back, I had my first serious "boyfriend". Technically, Casper guy was my first but our relationship was short-lived hence I had to consider this guy, Paranaque Playboy (PP) as my FSB (first serious boyfriend). PP and I met via crossline. Again, those who lived during that decade know what I'm talking about. We "threw" (gave away) our respective numbers and spoke extensively on the phone after that. PP then was a college student in DLSU. I was still in high school. (None of my batch mates interest me. I briefly dated a guy from an exclusive boys school in Katipunan but he was too goody-goody for my liking.) 

Anyway, PP and I eventually talked on the phone, on a regular basis. Then he asked if he can pick me up from school. Of course during this time, it was a big deal if you're 'dating' a college guy --- someone supposedly mature etc. Long story short, he picked me up at school. He lives in Paranaque and for him to go through at least a 2hour-travel time (one way pa lang) is E for effort in my juvenile mind. Little do I know that it was his own way of getting something from me. The courtship was not so long. A month of him picking me up everyday and showering me with gifts. Needless to say, I was fucking smitten with him. Who wouldn't be? He's tall (5'10), dark, and handsome plus charming and even my family already likes him. As with any other boyfriend-girlfriend relationships, there would be some 'messing around' aka sweetum-tweetum make out sessions. Since I already had my first kiss here, PP is now my second kiss and mind you, it was totally different from my first. More tongue and more insistent. Each day while our house help was watching Villa Quintana (Donna Cruz starring), he and I were in my room kissing like crazy. Or his tongue and fingers exploring my young body. From my breasts to my virgin pussy. I was hesitant and excited at the same time. I was curious as to how it'd feel. What I do know is that him touching my clit was not enough. I think I wanted more. Scratch that, I knew I wanted more. 

But PP knows I am still a virgin so he took extra care and patience (kuno) before deflowering me. Every week, gradually nagle-level up kami sa 'exploration' until we reached the point na penetration na lang ang kulang. I was stupid and relied on him mostly on the consequences and how to go about it. That's why to those reading this who have teenage daughters, please talk with them. PLEASE. One day that we didn't have class he asked me if I can come see him in Paranaque. It was not near but I wanted to be with him so I took the risk of taking that long commute just to see him. I also felt 'proud' that at my young age I will be introduced to his family and friends as the girlfriend. (I will find out later on that I was the 3rd party). His family there consisted of his aunt (who wasn't that old compared to him) and her two kids, much younger than me, thank God. He took care of me while I was there and was very much 'behaved" so I thought whew, no hanky panky. But I spoke too soon. After lunch, (I arrived there around 10:30 in the morning), his aunt had to bring her kids to school (pang-hapon sila). Yun pala ang nasa isip nya. Tsk tsk. As soon as they left, he started kissing me. I was taken aback initially but soon gave in to his kisses. He then reached down and touched me where I have been getting 'wet' the past few weeks now. But as to why, I was still clueless then. Clearly PP was in no mood to be educating me on Sex Ed. This went on until I saw him pull down his board shorts and guided me in touching him. I was scared --- I mean the past few weeks it was him mostly seeing parts of my body but for me it was my first time to see a male organ --- and a big one at that. 

I was scared and unsure of how to go about it. Sensing my hesitation, he held my hand and guided me to where he wanted it to be. It was my first time to touch a guy's penis and I was curious and scared. I was hesitant too because I somehow knew that this day was not the ones we would do in our house...

I watch porn too

Yes, you read it right.

I, Piper, confess that I watch porn...
Probably even as much as a 'typical' guy.

Why do I?
Why not?!

It immensely helps me in satisfying myself when I do it alone. Guys would say that doing it with a partner is better; well it is but NOT always. Not all guys know how to please a woman, all they know about it is satisfying their OWN selves and that's it. Not all guys think out of the box; most of them just do missionary and pump and pump and after five minutes, tadah! Not all guys know how to use their other body parts to create various sensations to their partner. Not all guys know how to use their tongue apart from eating food. Not all guys know how to use their fingers and find the 'spot'. These are just some of the reasons I prefer to sometimes go solo. 

That being said, my top 3 sites to go to are: pornhub.com, redtube.com, and youjizz.com

That's all for now. 


★ Piper ★

Mushy Monday

I got this article from the now defunct peyups.com and I used to be able to relate to this...

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A Love Letter for the One Who Got Away

Hi! How are you?
You know what? I thought of you today. I don't know how, in the midst of my most hectic days, thoughts of you manage to squeeze their way into my mind. I don't know how you do it, considering that I haven't heard from you for four years now. Come to think of it, I didn't even realize until now that it has been four years. Four years, so many "relationships" since then, and yet, I still go back to you. 

I know, it's not your fault we're not even friends anymore. After all, I was the one who changed numbers and didn't tell you. But please understand that, at that time, I thought it was the best way to go for both of us. I couldn't get the closure that I wanted, because I knew you were just a text away. Besides, back then, I was considering dating one of my closest friends seriously, and the only way I could possibly do that without going crazy was by cutting you off. I’m sorry for that.

I remember how we met. It was the most unconventional of ways. Thanks to our new modem, everything started with a simple, "ASL please," and ended with, "Can I have your number?" And though I regarded you then as nothing more than a group of words that, once in a while, grazed my computer monitor, you managed to jump right off the screen and change my life in a way that no one else was able to do.

I was the ultimate cynic before I met you, and I know I shouldn’t be reminding you of this, because you know this so well. I was the girl who was terrified to commit, terrified to lay her heart out on the open, terrified to gamble, for the weirdest and most confusing reasons. 

Actually, now that I had so much time to think about it, my phobia back then can actually be summed up in four words: fear of getting hurt. I was so petrified at the thought of getting hurt, that I made people believe that I regarded them closely, but actually dealt with them at arms' length. I never let anyone get close enough to hurt me. I originally planned to do the same with you. Of course, you wouldn't allow me. That was one of the reasons why, I believe, I fell for you.

My love life, predictably, has a very sad and sorry cycle. Guy X falls for me. I fall for him. He tries to get close to me. I place him at a safe distance. He tries to get closer. I push him farther away. He gets tired of trying. I get tired of myself. We let go. I try bitterly to move on. I meet Guy Y, but I can't deal with him too well because I'm still moping about Guy X. And the cycle repeats itself almost automatically. I know that to be happy, you have to gamble, but I was never a good risk taker. Not until after you.

You were unlike any guy I've ever met before. Well, you were antipatiko and suplado, even maldita! You were a spoiled brat who was used to getting what he wanted in an instant. Admittedly, I was a spoiled brat too. So we clashed. You hated all the things that I loved, and I loathed all the things that interested you. It was a match made in hell. But somehow, for some unknown reason, you stayed put.

I still don't know how you did it. Well, you did start by texting me once every week. Then you called me once a week. Then the calls and the texts became more frequent, until it got to a point that I was too busy texting you to pay any attention to my classes. I was spending 250 pesos a week for prepaid call cards, which I thought was fair enough, since you were spending the same amount in two days. Plus, my phone's batteries, which used to last all day, was drained in two hours max.

Not long after, somehow, someway, you managed to pull the rug off from under me. And before I even knew what was happening, I had been swept off my feet.

I remember just now, how the simplest of your gestures can make me so giddy. I remember how I was when I used to wait for your call. I used to shudder in anticipation of hearing your voice, literally speaking. And when you text me, it was like nothing else mattered-at all. My former room mates even used to tease me about it. They told me they can always tell when you send me a text message, since my face automatically lights up when I see your name appear on the screen. 

I can vaguely remember the kilig feeling, but I know that it felt like my insides were turning to mush, my muscles were dissolving in electricity, and butterflies were hammering against my throat. I know, they don't sound too good in print, but they are, in actuality, the best feelings in the world.

I remember, still quite vividly, how the mere memory of your laugh was enough to make me smile, and how the mere sound of your voice had been enough to brighten up the darkest of my days. I remember looking forward to waking up every morning, because I knew it would be another day to communicate with you. Somehow, deep down, I knew I was falling for you. Somehow, however, I tried to bury them to the deepest recesses of my heart in the hope of vanquishing them forever.

I remember quite well how you told me, countless of times, how much you loved me. Unfortunately, I am also constantly reminded how cruel I was. Because every time you said you cared, I always found ways to avoid answering back. I'd tell you, "I like you as a person," or I'd say, "Mushy!" It got to the point, however, that I got tired of making up ways to avoid your question that I just told you, "You know I can’t answer that right now." I'm so darn stupid! I would always have to stop from banging myself against the wall when I remember how badly I treated you. And, I know, no matter how many times I tell you I'm sorry, nothing would ever change anything.

You asked me once why I liked you. And I told you, "Because you make me happy." And you know what? You really did. You made me happy, in a way that I never thought I could ever be. I thank you for that.

To tell you honestly, I don't remember how you look like. I can only remember certain aspects, like your braces, and your smile, and the feel of your hand on my back. But I do remember, so very well, the sound of your voice, your musical laughter, and sadly, even the distant and angry tone of your voice as we neared our goodbyes. 

Maybe I'll never forget you. Maybe I'll never live down the fact that I had you-but I let you go. Was it that, or was it that I had you, but I did not work hard, did not fight hard enough to make you stay? I don't know. I don't want to think, and I don't believe that now is the time to rationalize about these things. Because the truth of the matter is, you're gone.

I hate living this life, knowing that I'll be thinking of these "what if's" for the rest of my life. I hate wishing that I could turn back time, so that I could correct all my mistakes, took all the risks I should have taken, and reached for your hand when you held it out for me. But it's too late for that, and it's not even plausible anyway.

I can't help but wonder, once in a while, how you're doing. I wonder if you're happy, or if some lucky creature is making you happy. I wonder if you still think of me, or even just remember that I exist. Because I think of you. Every single day, against my will, against my better judgment. I've fooled myself long enough to believe that you're not important in my life, not essential to my existence. I'm tired of my own masquerade. I just want to acknowledge the fact that yes, you have touched my life, even if I have acknowledged this too late.

A lot of people say, "There are many fishes in the sea." They weren't lying. I found that out myself after we separated ways. I dated like hell when you said goodbye, trying to numb myself from the pain, trying to ignore the emptiness that was left with the vacuum that you created in my life. But you know what? At the end of the day, it was still you. I couldn't find the special spark that I found in you, not even in better-looking or funnier or smarter or richer guys. They didn't have the magic that you had. They couldn't make my insides melt with a smile. They couldn’t ease away all my pains with a call. Simply put, they were not you. Yes, they were many, but none of them was you.

I wish you could see me now. I believe I can safely say that I'm a much better person now than I was four years ago. I have a better perspective on life and love. I don't make up fights anymore just to make things interesting. I don't make up stories anymore to test how much people love me. I don't play mind games anymore. And when I feel something, I say it. I'm not afraid to love anymore. I'm not afraid to get hurt. I'm no longer afraid to take risks. I just wish you were here to see the new, different me. But then again, that could never happen, no matter how hard I try to wish for it.

You know what? Because of you, I promised myself a few things. I promised myself that I would never be afraid to fall or get hurt. I promised myself that I would take risks, seize opportunities, and conquer my fears. I promised myself that I would never settle for anything less than butterflies.

I used to believe that when you lose someone, you'll get a chance to meet them again. I used to believe in second chances. Losing you has taught me that there are no second chances in life. When you meet someone, and you are given that chance to change their lives, you have to take hold of that opportunity, because that is the only chance you've got. You have your chance, and that's it. You have to make the most out of it, and then let go when it's time. People come and go, and you have to live with it.

I constantly have to remind myself that you've done your part in my life. You taught me the lesson you came to teach, so you have to leave. I have to move on. I shouldn't wait.

What I told Mr Ex-Rebound

Two years ago, I was in a serious, romantic long-distance relationship. Prior to it being an LDR, we (he and I) were practically together everyday until I had to leave for a dream that I have long been praying even before I met him (although I did tell him about this when we met)...

LDR went well at the the beginning until such time that I was the ONLY one putting effort and well he, was putting effort alright, but not for me, to another woman. My last message to him after all has been said and done is the one below...




"LEARN TO STAY IN ONE. A relationship isn't only good for the happy parts. You stay for everything. You make it work and not give up. You communicate and try to compromise. You don't highlight the mistakes that have long been forgiven for rather you move on. You wait like you promised. You don't go searching for another one just because you feel 'lonely'. You don't abruptly end one so that you can just conveniently go into another."

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the Guest part 2

Before you read this, make sure you're done with the first part. 

His hand was still on my breast and slowly he let his fingers explore and pinch it. As if my silence seemed enough reason to continue, Leonard went nearer and continued touching and playing with my breasts. He was clearly enjoying it and even asked me to take my off my top, which I did and without so much of a protest. 

It's like I was mesmerised by this charming guy in front of me. It wasn't really hot but what he was doing to me clearly had me sweating. I didn't know what I was thinking but to just temporarily stop what he was doing I asked him if I could take a shower. Surprised, he said, of course. He stood up then got me a towel, a big, fluffy one. I went to the bathroom which reminded me of the huge bathrooms I like. I then showered and started thinking. I'm a Virgo and I think one trait of Virgo's is the tendency to analyze and overthink things. I was so immersed in my thinking and showering that I didn't hear him come in. I must have forgotten to look the door. 

He immediately positioned himself beneath me and sucked my tits. I inadvertently moaned. But he didn't stop. And I didn't want him to. He then got the loofah I was holding and lathered my entire body. He was looking at my body na para bang I was the sexiest woman he has ever seen. He rinsed me shortly after. I then did the same to him. I kneeled and played with his cock. He has no hair down there and I like it. It was big and long for his height. Hinawakan ko yung cock nya and then sucked it. I played with it until he can no longer take it coz he asked me na tumuwad. Then before I can even think of a reason or retort or reminder for a condom, he's in. Although alam kong malaki yung thing nya, nagulat pa rin ako nung pinasok nya. Moreso when he started pumping. Grabe lang sarap nya bumayo. He was also mashing my tits as he pumped and pumped. Before we know it, I felt him pull out of me and then had his cum on my back. 

Then we both showered and rinsed again. 

He stepped out of the bathroom first and then me. The room was colder now since the A/C has been on longer. He gave me a robe and I declined. He then gestured me to sit on the bed, beside him. Then nakatulog kami. 

Nagising na lang ako to find Leonard's fingers inserted in my pussy. He was putting his fingers in with such force para akong maiihi until I thought naihi na nga ako. But I was wrong. 

I came. And another. Both only c/o his amazing fingers. 

Then we took a nap. 

I woke up at medyo madilim na sa room. I tried to stand up but I felt his arm on my chest. I then asked him what time it was. He said, "time to go to sleep again or time to suck me..." Coz I was worried na baka one day na ako sa bahay nya, I woke him up and told him I'm going home. Then he said, okay. So I thought tatayo na kami but he pushed me down on the bed and inserted his manhood again inside me. I wasn't wet so it was a bit painful but once he started pumping on me and getting his rhythm then I felt my body arch up to him once again. It felt painful but good painful, if that ever makes sense. After missionary, he asked me to do the doggy position and once again, rammed his thing inside me. 

He was continuously pumping faster and faster until his hand gripped my shoulders and he pulled himself out of me. 

I then stood up and worked my way to switch on the light and went to the bathroom to shower. This time I made sure that I lock the door. My pussy felt so swollen. I have been "f#&ked like crazy". 

I heard Leonard knocking on the door telling me he'll shower too. I hurriedly finished my turn and opened the door. He entered and was about to close it when I told him I'm finished. The look of disappointment was unmistakeable. 

Leonard's sexual appetite was insatiable. And I want to make sure that I get to satisfy him if and when the next time will come along. 

Apparently there will be more. 

So much more that I was no longer a "guest" in that white house...

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