Sworn to Secrecy

I intended to blog an old grandmothers story about the whole ‘secret’ thing but after much deliberation, I’m thinking maybe it’s not so much of a secret after all. It’s just some juicy situation that happened and I’m not suppose to spill it. Why? I really don’t know. Perhaps I didn’t get my facts right, because it only happened once. And it will happen again as I confirmed last night.

I’ve been a naughty girl. I slept with a good friend of mine. We’ve known each other for nearly two years now. We’ve gone out a few times (just as friends) and flirted countless times. We even joked about sleeping with each other but I guess we’re both too chicken shit to do it,…until last Monday.

He text me around past midnight on Monday as I was getting ready for bed. Twenty minutes later, he was in my room. I had to sneak him in as I didn’t want my housemates to think I was some skanky biatch. I’m not. So it happened, so quickly it was as if I had a bullet train in me.

After the session, he said, “Okay, please don’t tell friend A, B, C & D.“

I was like, “Uh, okay. Not single soul is suppose to know about this?“

“Yes, it’s only between you and me. Okay?“

I wasn’t sure about it but I just went along with it, “Okay, you and me.“

He left soon after and text me again saying, “I can’t believe we just ended up being fuck buddies.“, smiling.

I was mortified. oh. my. god. Did we just make the biggest mistakes of our lives? I responded, “So does this mean that whenever you or I want sex, we’d just give each other a call?“

His reply was snappy, “Yes.“

It’s not like I don’t want a fuck buddy but I’ve had my share of fuck buddies gone wrong. I just don’t need another drama.

Now all of you know my secret. Please tell me you can keep it.

Secrets That Are Meant To Be Kept…Or Not

Can you keep a secret? Have you ever told anyone you’re darkest deepest secrets?

I have a secret. But I’m not suppose to tell anyone. Not even my best friend. How do I keep myself from telling anyone? I have impending urge to tell just one person. Will I be breaking the code of conduct?

This is really killing my soul. I’ve been contemplating to tell just one friend. I want her to know. He doesn’t have to know, right?

Okay, maybe I’ll tell her later today. If I’m not too caught up with work.

I’m such a liar sometimes.

As Always

…I’m a fool for love.

I’m so crazy for him it’s unbelievable.

I just want every inch of him.

For One Night

You were playing footy as soon as the movie started. You kissed me when I least expected it. You surprised me. Next thing I knew, you were nibbling my ears and I was in ecstasy.

It was nothing like I’ve ever experienced before, it was better than any other. You were gentle. My breasts were like precious commodity to you. Your touch, your kisses and how you wrap yourself around me.

Both you and I yearned to go further and we became adventurous. The intoxication of your voice and eyes when I rode you. I begged for more. You begged for more.

I smiled when you said you loved how I tighten my passage just for you.

We continued to wrap ourselves around each other, never wanting to let go. It was that moment I knew it was just the beginning of a very long addiction.

Those long lingering caress of your lips to mine and when you let your tongue trail into my eager flavorsome mouth, I was in rapture.

Make love to me again my baby. I am missing your embrace and kisses.

All That She Wants

She babbles away like a speeding bullet train when he put his fingers on her mouth and said, “Shh…” He began kissing her lips gently and softly.

Her heart was skipping.

They continued kissing, exploring each others’ mouth like a lost treasure. In between kisses, he said he wanted her and slowly he took her further into ecstasy.

He was not what she expected him to be.

She knew she was physically attracted to him but there was something in his kiss that gave her this continuous tingles that lasted way after that night. She couldn’t get him out of her mind. This isn’t like her at all. She’s beginning to doubt herself after that night and can’t seem to shake the whole scenario off.

She long to see him again but it isn’t what both of them wanted since ‘the talk’.

She long to touch his lean body and have his lips make love to her once more.

Anything for it to happen again.

Early Christmas

As he led me to the bedroom, he stopped to kiss me. I could feel my heart thumping really loud, nervous yet eager. All sorts was going through my head that night. He opened the door and I followed him in.

“Do you want a drink?” he asked. I nodded.

“You look nervous, are you sure you want to go through with it?” he asked again.

“Sure and I’m not nervous. I’m fine, don’t worry about it.” I retorted.

I stood there like a statue staring at the cozy bed. Then I looked around the room and imagine myself being his partner, immediately I felt at ease. Hmm…sometimes a little imagination helps. I skipped towards the bed and plonked myself like I just made a homerun.

He smiled.

“Aha, now you’re making yourself really comfy, eh?” he winked.

He instantaneously joined me, offered me a drink and sipped his coke. Once he was done with it, he put it on the beside table and turned to me. “Can I kiss you again?” he asked.

“Did it stop you the first time?” I replied.

Then he kissed me. For a long time.

He stopped to give me a long look.

“What is something wrong?” I enquired.

He smiled and bent down to kiss me again. It was a nice kiss. His lips were thin but soft and his tongue met mine half way. Slowly he lowered down to my neck and up again. I could feel his hardness way down there.

His hands wandered around my breast and I silently begged for him to strip me. As if reading my mind, he kneeled upwards took off his shirt and pulled up my dress. He proceeded to kiss me again as his hands cruised my body as if searching for lost treasure.

When he found ‘em and slipped it off me. I looked at him and said “I’m going to take of your pants now. I want you inside of me.”

Without saying a word, I led myself to his buckle and zipper; stripping him silly. I felt like a little girl being all excited opening her Christmas presents. It was indeed felt like it was Christmas because the thing that sprang out of his pants was even better than what I expected. Talk about having your wish come true.

We both smiled, satisfied with what we saw and instantly grabbing hold of each other. Savouring every inch of each other when he stood up and said, “I’m going to put on a condom.” Not only he was sweet but considerate too.

“Sure” I said, hardly hearing myself.

When he returned, he climbed on top of me and slide his ever delicious cock into me. Hitting the jackpot, I moaned out loud as he began riding me. Nothing has ever felt so good. It was purely conventional, the sex we had. Both he and I didn’t mind it at all.

In the end, without planning we both orgasmed together. He held me tight all night while begging me not to leave.

I waited until he dozed off before writing him a note telling him I had to go but will be back in a couple of hours and he’ll have me all to himself for the next few days.