And he came...

I would like to think I'm still an amature when it comes to love-making.

Today marks his forth visit to my place and today's the first time he came. Gee.. I must be really bad in bed. Either that, or he was really good at controlling himself.

The boy came over in the evening and we had a ball of a time in the bed. Man, I tell you, he's good in bed. The ex is no where near him. The ex came pretty fast- a handjob made him cum and all it took was about 10-15 minutes. I never liked the idea of cumming in bed- it's too messy and that means I have to change the bed sheet again. I'm not a very domesticated person. But today, we sure spent a long time in bed.

He couldn't wait any longer when we started kissing. As I was in a spaghetti stap and shorts, I excused myself to the toilet and came out with a surprise for him- sexy lingerie. I could tell he liked the idea of sexy lingerie. Another good excuse to go shopping. :) But that's besides the point. He was all over me and there I was, moaning in bed. Man, he was good. I nearly came when kissing my 'youknowwhere'. And when it was my turn, I reciprocated. And when I was done, both of us were sweating. I was lying next to him while his hands was all over me. Another round of french kissing led to penetration- the missionery position. I guess I couldn't relax. He was trying his best to be gentle but it still hurt. I felt bad because the first two times, I told him to stop it because I couldn't bear the pain. Today, I felt tears welling up. It was pain- no doubt about it, but it was pleasurable at the same time. He did it slow and I was enjoying it a little bit. Then he asked if he could come, and I said- Do whatever you want. He finally came and I could see a smile on his face. I bet he was tired.

Anyone out there care to share some tips with me? Some sexciting positions? I don't know why it hurt when he penetrated. Someone enlighten me please? I think, by now, I shouldn't feel the pain anymore because we did it before but I told him to stop because I couldn't bear the pain.

Strictly Making Out

The 'P' finally came. What a relief. At least the pregnancy test kit gave an accurate result.

Anyway, the boy came over last night and he gave me a present. Niceeeee! :)

Since P is here, no penetration allowed but we still had a good time! ;)

The boy was very thoughtful- at least he's not here to see me just for sex. Things are definitely looking up! To compensate for his loss, I gave him blow jobs- twice. Listening to him moaning turned me on so badly that I wanted to take off the panties and just make love to him! But of course I didn't- I can't imagine myself having sex with a guy during the period. It's so gross and it probably will scare him off for the rest of his life!

We went out for a short walk at night and we held hands... for the very first time! :)

Anyway, there's a little surprise for him in the wardrobe and he'll get that next week when he comes over. Hopefully we'll have a good time! ;)

Ciao''

Sans the Rubber

Man... I've been busy! So much work, so little time!

I've been wanting to write a chronology of my fucked-up love life i.e continue from the previous post, but I haven't got much time to do so.

Anyway, this is the story of what happened recently....

Some 3 weeks ago, I was in bed with the boy. Well, we're not exactly an item. It's a complicated relationship (which I'll elaborate later).

We're friends of 3 years and have been pretty close. Of late, we've been seeing each other for meals and he came over to my place for a couple of times and we would jusr chit-chat. Platonic friendship.

Anyway, one night, he came over to my place to give me some stuffs. About an hour later, he went off to the nearby pub for a few drinks with his friends while I went to the train station to send another friend off. After a few drinks, he came back to my place, slightly high from the drinking. I have zilch idea as to why he came back again. Anyway, I was having dinner. He was on the setty, watching me eating my food. When I was done, he came to use my pc while I went to wash the dishes. Before I went to the kitchen, my itchy hands gave him a little massage on his shoulder and he enjoyed it so much! And I continued with the massage after I was done with the dishes.

I told him to take off his jacket as it would make it easier for me to massage. Then another layer came off. Then it was on the bed. He kinda dozed off in between. I guess I had good massage skills. :P He was asking if I actually went for massage classes! hehe... Then he gave me massage. I must say, he was good. He lifted the T-shit and unhooked my bra when I got my back massage from him. Heavenly!! As he was massaging, he said 'Turn around!' I'm not sure if he was joking but I did not do so. I guess I was shy. After giving each other body massage (shoulder, back, thighs and hands ONLY) we were tired. He was lying on the bed, almost falling asleep. I went to wet a towel and left it on his face.

Some how, he started tickling me and I found myself lying on his left arm. Then we kissed, with the towel in between. He lifted the towel and our lips met. That was when it all started...

We kissed and he was all over my body. It was surely something I missed and I was getting it back. The next thing, both of us were naked. The hand job, the oral sex, the missionary position. Neither of us cummed, (un)fortunately. It was hard for his willy to penetrate because the pussy was so tight after being inactive for 3 years! He tried and I tried but it was too painful so we both gave up. But... the making out sessions continued. Ahh.. the joy!

It was late so he had to leave......

My period is about 4 days late now. I was so worried that I am pregnant because we sort of had unprotected sex. BUT.... I wasn't ovulating then- it was about 4 days after the period ended. He didn't cum hence no sperm- and I'm pretty sure there wasn't any premature ejaculation.

Hell.. I was living in fear for the past few days. I went online to check on signs of pregnancy, I psychoed myself that it wasn't possible to be pregnant. I prayed and I prayed and I prayed.

Finally, I gave up. I couldn't bear living in fear anymore. I went to the local pharmacy to get a couple of pregnancy test kit. (Damn cashier, don't give me that look ok. Stop being judgemental!)

I came back and drank loads of water so I could pee a.s.ap. I immersed the kit into my pee for 20 seconds and 60 seconds later...... the result was...

NEGATIVE!

I was estatic! I thanked God. I nearly cried!

A lesson learnt- No rubber, no sex. Period!

Meeting the boyfriend

This happened a few years ago and nobody but me knows the truth....

It happened over the internet. I was studying abroad and he was too. One was north, the other was south. He was sweet. Very sweet indeed. That morning, we talked like we had known each other for ages. It was a 'love at one sight' thing. Having being single for a long time, I fell for it when he proposed over the cyber world. All it took was less than 24 hours and I was no longer single. Yes, I was naive. Boy, you could never imagine how happy I was when I was no longer single. Practically everyone was attached and I had to be the lamp post most of the time. It sucked when I saw my friends and their partners being so lovey-dovey to each other. All I wanted was a boyfriend.. and I got him that day.

He told me he came from a rich family but his parents didn't spoil him. He had to work to earn pocket money.

Everything started off nice and... erm.. pretty fast. He sent me loads and loads of presents. He wrote me long, long emails. He wrote me poems. He made cards for me. That was romantic. I spent most of my time on the internet, chatting with him. The longest record was from about 9pm to 7am the next day- a 10 hour record. We were chatting non-stop!!

Few months later, he came over to see me. On the day when I went to meet him at the airport, I was nervous, I was scared. I was worried that he would never come and I would go back home devastated, sad and embarrassed. I had told my mates how loving this boyfriend was and they were looking forward to meeting him.

At the airport, he took quite a while to come out. Deep down my heart, I was praying and praying and praying that he would turn up. When he walked out of the arrival gate, I could not stop smiling. I remember I was shivering when I hugged him- I was too excited I guess.

The first kiss.... I can still remember vividly.

After hugging for some time, he kissed me. I was too shocked. I had never been kissed! I opened my eyes for a few seconds and suddenly I remembered what I read in one of the many forwarded emails- Close your eyes when you kiss. That was what I did after that. :P

We took a train home. We were kissing each other on the train- It sure was a good practice. I learnt what French kiss was there and then. :P

When we arrived at my place, we were glued to each other... and within a few hours, two became one....

But the cherry wasn't popped then.....