fateful day - 11 august 2003

Sex wasn't great the first few times it happened between us. description of it? uncomfortable, rigid. however, the atmosphere struck full max - intense satisfaction. recalling the avid scene...

popping over his house in a very jovial mood. my maiden voyage over to his 3 room flat. he shared his room with his bro but he owned a double decker with his bed being the queen's size.

awkwardly, my feet stepping onto his flat's cold hard blue-splashed tiled flooring, feeling uneasy, like venturing into a lion's den? greeted by his folks polite-some remarks then tooting into his bedroom for coverage - embarrassment or shyness?

recalling it was dusk, the sun was jus setting. casting the orange beams like a romantic sunset into the average sized room, some sort feeling a little comfort as he closed the wooden door behind him - locked?

remembering my initial red heat-strung face, as he sat beside me on his cosy blue-yellow coloured bedsheets. we started kissing. the lights were not turned on - we made out in the setting of the sun's rays as it grew darker when minutes passed.

his kisses were passionate, intense, saliva-ladened. i trailed my fingers across his jaw bone, the back of his neck and scrunched his hair with my fist. the atmosphere was getting too hot to handle? tongues were in and out, sucking nibbling pluckering. he touched me with strong arms - his broad shoulders then were so desirable.

should it have occured any slower, he threw off his shirt in one swift action. oh god, his belly button was the sexiest i ever seen. then he undressed me - with such high level of seduction, we were both sweaty already. rolling about the comfy bed - admist pillows n more pillows, until i was ontop of him.

seeing him in the dark, lying below me - whole and real. realising i've started to fall for him that very moment (which i hadn't before much), feeling my love start to built up that very fateful moment. i undressed him. he wriggled out of his pants like an anxious worm.

nibbling me wholly made me increased my urged to take him in. making love for the first time, feeling his hot breathe against my neck, feeling him inside me. riding his thick manhood passionately. estatic. then, he shifted and pressed his whole weight onto me as i grabbed and clung (with dear life?) to his macho shoulders, fingers walking down his spine reaching the small of his back. grabbing his naked fleshy ass in the dark, he started to hump me, banging my guts out. just the way i like it. hearing his pants beside my ears, listening to the increase beats of his heart, moaning and breathing in response to his every shuffle motion. sex never felt any better before him.

he made me shudder with desire. between all the heat and suspense, he took time to kiss my forehead. i knew i loved him after that.

then he shot out, onto my belly once then on my pubes the other time. i think we had 2 hours of continuous prolonged sex, each following the other without breaking points. sex was as good as it lasted. we could have performed the whole karmasutra (which we did following the months and days that proceeded). he was the tightest fit inside of me and prolly the best one at what i love - raw violent sex.

we laid there, exhausted & perspiring. shivering with the after effects of pure great sex. drifted off to a sweet shallow dream whilst snuggling up against his broad shoulders and holding him beside me tight. warmth, secure, lovely. it was always good when its the first time.

waking up to a very dark room, shuffling and feeling around for the handphones for light and a digital clock. he turned on the lights & we wriggled back into our clothes. so its the first time we fucked? i was awkwardly disdained. everyone's got insecurities?

trying to look as decent in the shortest period - his irritating bro pounding the door for entry into the room, i struggled to tidy my ruffled locks, powdered my smugged makeup on my saliva-dried face, adjusted my clothes.

toes touching ground zero. ventured out of his room was an utter big obstacle. afterall we had a very noisy sexcavation just hours ago. still remembered feeling the pinch of embarrassment rise in my cheeks, as we pretended normality in our behaviour, yet i knew our hearts were racing down the speedtrack. we can't hide the fact that our physical beings resembled that of an undescribable hot orgasmic shoot-out earlier on.

from then on, sex grew more comfortable. i guess, initial sex was always, comparable to the following ones, most enticing and spicy - however uncertain. but i yearn comfortable sex more then the tremour of pure suspense. because sex with a stranger never feels right to me. until the stranger grows into someone close to your heart.

sex will evolve from just being a word with superficial actions, into an act that is special - making love.