An old piece of writing I found in draft. Dated 7 May 2013.
Enjoy.
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“I’m not a savage to grab you by your hair to my room if you don’t want it,” he said.
The intention was not but the actions are somewhat savage.
We were meant to head out but decided against it due to the crazy Saturday crowd. While chatting halfway and he suddenly leaned forward to kiss me and grabbed me over.
“Hey, you are so random. We are still chatting. What is your hurry?” I protested.
My protests did not help. Moments later, I found myself lying on top of him and he had his legs wrapped around me like a bolster.
I told him his couch is too uncomfortable and was pulled to another room.
Imagine a scene from the movies when couples started making out from the door, to the hallway and did not manage to reach the room in time.
Deep, strong kisses we exchanged. His hands on my hips found their way up my back and unhooked my bra. My jacket, my top and bra came off. Every piece of clothing was jerked off.
“Ouch!” I exclaimed and smacked his arm as he reached for my wetness. He grinned while he licked his finger. Oh man. What did I get myself into? I wondered.
69 was merely a far fetched number until that night. I guess tasting one another was just an appetizer. His tongue went round and round and hit my g-spot. Fuck.
I sat on him as he sat up. I know he was waiting for this moment. The moment of penetration and I decided to be anti climax. “Do you have condoms?” I asked.
Looking frustrated, he said he did not have any. Hm… I paused and hesitated. He took his chance by grabbing my ass and attempted intercourse.
“Slowly! Slowly…” I pleaded while my knuckles kneaded his shoulder blade.
Looking into his eyes, slight frown on my forehead and a nod that he is hurting me. I have no idea who cried out louder upon full entry.
I could not move my hips for some strange reasons in that position. Hence, we moved to the trustable missionary. I felt like my boobs would come off had he continued holding on to them with such force. Thank goodness he cummed.
A missing earring, a missing button and a sore body after. I was not satisfied and still hungry after the almost savage behavior. Tsk.
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This was the year I met my husband. I dumped him two weeks after I met my husband.
I could not explain the frequent infections and itch down there while having fun with this guy. It all became clear when I noticed ladies toiletries in his bathroom.
“We never agreed to be exclusive,” he said.
“It’s okay, we should stop,” I said. I was heartbroken. How can he manage to date two women at the same time? From then on, I learnt that if a man wants to be unfaithful, they have their ways.
I never answered his text and calls and I blocked his number when he refused to give up. Savage and heartless. I was really sad to let him go. Best sex but worse itch ever.
There is a time to play and also a time to protect myself. I protected myself from possible STDs from this guy.
辛晓琪的领悟陪伴我度过这段日子。”被爱是一种奢侈的幸福，可惜你从来不在乎。”
This song by Winnie Hsin accompanied me during this period. “It is a luxury to be loved, but you never cared.”
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