We didn't know

May 30, 2011

I had just moved to California, nervously preparing for the first day of a new job.

May 31, 2011

I was brought to your cube, the corner with most foot traffic in the office.  You turned around, we shook hands.  

The same day, you came to my cube, invited me to my first work meeting.  We chatted politely.

July 17, 2011

Along with a few others, we hung out outside of work, for the first time.  

July 20, 2011

We decided to start our shocking Drink and Drive campaign, and pitched it to a confused coworker.

The same afternoon, I received the first "gift" from you.  A printed map of the North, permanently pinned on my cube wall as a reminder of your more superior knowledge in geography.

July 21, 2011

I reminded you that I'm a better linguist.  Your yes or no answer would be the same, even if it's a double negative question.

July 24, 2011

You told me about your idea of a fail-proof relationship.  Instead of going into a relationship expecting it to work out, just set the expectation to break after one year.  Then there's to pressure or expectations or anything.

I agreed, and believed in your vision, even though months later you changed your mind on this.

July 25, 2011

You attempted to convince me to stay, because it would make me the happiest.  I didn't understand why my happiness would be geographically confined.

August 7, 2011

My life forever changed.

December 10, 2011

I was having a bad day, you took me to the beach, the place where we find our happiness.  You told me you love me, I cried.

We didn't know, when we first touched each other hands, that it'd be the hand that we'd want to hold forever.

May 31, 2012

Happy 1-year-since-I've-known-you Anniversary.

Memorial Day sex

I miss him.

It's so difficult sitting alone in a hotel bed, recounting our sexual memories.  I'm having a hard time focusing on writing because my mind is completely absorbed by the thoughts of him.  

Just two days ago, we spent our Memorial Day afternoon lying in bed--him already naked, and I just came out of the shower, barely dressed.  It was the last few hours before I had to leave for my trip.

He wrapped me with his left arm, gentling stroking my slightly damp hair, and his right hand holding my hand that rested on his chest.  Our bodies were pressed so tightly against each other, that as he breathes, the up and down movement from his felt like teases to my already hardened nipples.  When he moved my leg to wrap around his, something between his leg touched my thigh, knew I wasn't the only one getting excited.

But he was much more patient.

He began kissing me, slowly and tenderly, as if he was savoring the taste of my lips.  The romantic gesture made me feel so loved, so aroused, that time slowed to match his gentle pace.  Just as I felt I was out of breath, the soft rain of kisses moved south, across my neck, my collar bones, and then over my breasts.

He buried his head in my chest and took a deep breath.  "You smell so good," he said, and his restless hand began playing with my breasts, while his wet tongue relished my nipples like a kid to lollipops.  My body trembled as the gentle licks turned into the much more aggressive suckling.  I surrendered with a moan, arching my back so he can have even more of me.

It's as if all of the sudden his patience ran out.  He used his legs to separate mine.  With the root of my inner thighs now exposed, dripping of excitement, he wasted no time and pushed his manhood deep into my body.

The initial penetration was so intense, that I felt I was going to come.  The excitement must be mutual, because he continued pushing his hip forward to drive it further inside me.  His quiet grunt turns me on so much that I lifted my lower body so he can feel even more of my tightness.  After a few hard thrusts, he switched to much gentler long strokes, slowly immersing every inch of his hardness in my overflowing juice.  Before I even realized his intentions, he changed to a vigorous pace, sinking harder and harder.  My moan became louder and louder as he hits me with waves of intense pleasure.  When I felt his part began contracting inside me, I couldn't wait any longer.  As my body flushed with excitement, he grunted, and I felt his his warm fluid shooting upstream inside me too.

Our special time of the month just makes me smile.

We made a feeble attempt to clean up the aftermath, because we were fired up again before the wetness between my leg even had a chance to dry.

He confessed to feeling the urge to jump me.  I wanted him again too. I wanted him bad, but it seemed that he wanted me even more.  Before I even knew it, he was on top of me again, but this time, I was facing down.  With my legs spreading vulnerably, he moved his body up, teasingly slid his balls over my inner thighs, and entered me from behind.  The amount of force he applied was like nothing I experienced before, and somehow the hint of roughness in his thrusts triggered a new sensation.  Aroused, I began raising and lowering my hip to respond to his pounding back and forth movement..  He was in total control, and all I could do was let him take over my body and my senses.

This time, I just let myself go.  My moans became screams of excitement.  By the time he came in me, I was already exhausted from the orgasms that flooded the area between my thighs....

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It's so difficult to be in the hotel bed, alone.  I miss him.

The Bedwetters

I feel like a bad girl skipping my homework for 9 months.

We had so much sex that I couldn't keep up with the writing. Before I even have a chance to go over the steamy memory of last night, or this morning, I find myself with him again, the man who lights my fire, unleashes my primal instinct, and brings me to the new height of pleasure.

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Last September, just over one month of our first time together, we rendezvous in Europe.

This was not meant to be a romantic vacation.  We each actually had our own rooms; his with two single beds on a higher floor, mine with a small double several floors below.

He flew out first, immediately after a 10-day vacation.  I arrived a few days after.  We haven't seen each other for 2 weeks, and our relationship had only started some 5 weeks ago.  The past month seemed so unreal that I felt a little distant.  Things could really go either way, I thought.

And it was a little odd.

I felt slightly awkward when I visited him in his room and sat on that tiny single bed with him.  His physical presence reminded me of all the blushing intimate moment we shared.  I remember feeling my body temperature rise, and my breath quicken, despite my effort to act as normal as I could.

That night he showed up at my door.  And it was the night we officially declared the exclusivity of this relationship, ever since the very beginning.

My small double bed seemed roomy with our bodies closely leaning against each other.  His kisses, his touches, his warm breath sparked my desire, and it burned like raging wildfire.  We spent sleepless nights like restless teenagers, enjoying all the sexual pleasures our bodies could experience.  He was able to find my body every time, kissing me on the lips, on my neck, gently suckling my sensitive nipples, teasing them with his tongue, and refusing to stop despite my helpless moan.  I remember him being on top, pressing his strong body on mine, and dominantly spreading my legs open to welcome his hardened manhood.  Then he would slowly dip his hard tip in my wetness, withdraw, enter deeper, and repeat, until he too, moans out of intense pleasure, and his entirety completely covered in my fluid.

This repeated several times a night, every single night for that entire trip.

Soaked in our sweat and other things, the bed suffered.