You’re still a Virgin

I was talking to a dear friend of mine. She narrated to me her first sexual experience. I was aroused and inspired that I have to write it down and make a story out of it.

This is a story of two college students… She was staying alone in a boarding house. One day, a family friend asked if she can temporarily accommodate a boy who has nowhere to stay in a big city. How could she refuse but to give in and let him stay until he found his own place! The family friend trusted them both for they are known to be good natured persons.

The girl is a virgin and when she was confronted with this rare situation, she was scared but deep inside, lustfully excited.

She’s pretty and slender. The boy is handsome and attractive like a member of a Korean boy band.

One day, after they both arrived from school, they stared at each other and for a moment, they knew it was a time they couldn’t resist but fall for the temptation they have been avoiding for days.

She maintained her distance and continued to pretend he’s nothing but a simple schoolmate who happened by chance to be on the same roof. But the boy realized it was the day he needed to seize lest he might not have a chance anymore.

She was about to go to bed, wearing her t-shirt and shorts. He was wearing a body fitting sando and boxers. When the lights were turned off, he slowly came to her bed.

Immediately she noticed and nervously exclaimed, “John, what are you doing?”

In a whisper-like tense tone, he said, “Jen, I just can’t stop myself anymore!”

“Huh?! What do you mean?”

“I have to confess. I’m attracted to you.”

“You have to go back to your bed.”

“I just wanna talk for a while.”

“We can talk tomorrow morning.”

He came nearer and sat on her bed.

She pushed him saying, “John, I said you have to go back to your bed!”

“Jen, don’t push me. I’m not doing anything here. I said I just wanna talk.”

“What do you wanna talk that you have to come near me?”

“I said I’m attracted to you! You’re so beautiful.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“You’re not attracted to me?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know?”

“I just don’t know. Is there a problem with that?”

He then gently touched her shoulders and started caressing her body.

Her heart was beating faster with sweat all over her forehead and neck while she kept avoiding his stare.

He touched her long straight hair as she suddenly couldn’t move as if his hands had a mysterious force she couldn’t resist.

He stroked her legs as he started kissing her. It was her first kiss. She didn’t know how to respond but the boy guided her lips until they were passionately kissing, sucking and licking each other’s mouth, lips, tongue and neck.

He then gently squeezed her breasts against her t-shirt when she started to moan erotically saying, “Aaahhh, shit!”

He held her hand to touch his crotch. He moved her hand to rub his shorts so she can feel his hard fully erect cock. They stared at each other, still with their hearts beating in tense and lust.

He took off his sando showing his fit body while she was somehow glued on his burning eyes. He took off her t-shirt. She was like under his spell that she just went along with what he was doing.

Then he carefully moved her to lay down on bed. He resumed kissing her while he took off his boxers. He held her hand to touch his cock, guiding her hand on how to masturbate.

The heat in their bodies grew intense. He took off her bra and started licking and sucking her erect pinkish nipples as she moaned again but at that moment, the moan was more sexually explicit, saying, “Oh, John! Aaahhh! What are you doing to me?”

He sensuously replied, “Jen, you like it?”

“Aahhh, I don’t know!”

He then took off her shorts and gently rubbed his fingers against her panty. She was soooo wet and so it was nice, easy and luscious to rub her pussy. She was moaning louder, “Aaahhhh, John! Uuoohh, please stop!”

Any carnal man when they hear those kinds of words just mean one thing. And that is: Don’t stop. The girl likes it. The girl heavenly loves it.

Like any carnal man, John couldn’t get enough. He had to do what he had to do. To fuck her.

And so, his fully erect long-standing cock was positioned to culminate the act. He then tried to penetrate her pussy but when she felt that he was about to be devirginized, she exclaimed, “John, please don’t! Please!”

He still continued but she exclaimed again in a serious tone, “John, I said please stop!”

“Jen, it’s ok! Calm down! This won’t hurt.”

“I said please don’t do it!”

“Ok, ok. I just wanna let you feel my cock around your vagina.”

“Huh?! What does that mean?”

“Don’t worry. I won’t fuck you. My cock will just stay outside your vagina. I just want you to feel my cock caress yours. Ok?”

“Huh?! I don’t know! I’m a virgin and I want to stay this way. I hope you understand.”

“Jen, I understand.”

True to his word, there was no penetration, just rubbing the head of his cock against the vagina’s outer part. The one-of-a-kind hot steamy erotic scene resumed until he cummed on her hand. Thereafter, when she was at the classroom, blankly listening to the teacher, she kept thinking about what happened, replaying on her mind the highly erotic scene with a naughty sweet smile on her face. She said to herself, “Good job, Jen! You’re still a virgin! But God, he’s so yummy! His cock is so yummy!”

I miss her so much

Weeks ago, I decided to go for a massage even though I still have this fear due to the ongoing pandemic. Although in my place, Cebu city, massage spas have already resumed operation.

I remember when Covid hit our country last year of March, I told myself, “Mike, this is a sign that you would stop lusting around with those massage therapists. This could also be the sign that you will finally evolve to become a better spiritual man.”

I thought I could hold on to my words but I didn’t last, as expected. I’m back lusting around. I just couldn’t suppress my sexual need for pleasure with a different woman.

And so I went back to this spa in Mabolo where I first had my lingam massage several years ago. It was like I was in full circle, restarting my carnal activities. I don’t know if restarting would mean boosting my sexual drive. I guess it just means, I’m being true to my basic human nature. Lustful…

When I got there, there was no one in the reception area. I know it wasn’t closed because there was a small billboard lighted sign saying, OPEN. I said in a moderated tone, “Hello! Anyone around?”

After a few seconds, a lady came up saying, “Hello, sir! Sorry to keep you waiting!”

I replied, “That’s ok,” as I stared at her quickly. I whispered, “She’s not attractive, unlike the one before whom I was planning to date and fuck.”

I observed the place and I realized it was almost the same, the last time I had my massage with my favorite masseuse. She’s no longer there. She already got two kids from different men. I bet those are her customers. Hehehe!

I told the receptionist, “I’m impressed because your spa is one of the very few which survived in this pandemic.”

She replied, “You’re right, sir.”

Their new price is 1,000 PHP. I think it was 900 before. But I understand. They need to financially recover after closing their business for over 6 months due to government order. I even thought that businesses like massage parlors will never be allowed to open unless everyone is vaccinated. In a massage setting, covid transmission can more likely to happen due to close contact. But since there are safety protocols being strictly implemented, so I think it’s gonna be fine.

I was wearing my face mask, the receptionist too as well as the therapists whom I saw passing by the receiving area.

One masseuse passed by as I wished she would be the one to handle me. The rest I saw was unattractive, bloated and old.

And so my wish came true. Not only that, she surprisingly resembled my badly missed mistress before. What can I say but, “Thank God!”

She got long black straight hair but of course, I wasn’t satisfied with her appearance due to her face mask and face shield.

You know, I really have an issue with this damn face shield. If I’m not mistaken, our country is the only one which requires citizens to wear it on top of the face mask. The rest of the countries are content with face shields. In our malls, grocery stores, public transport, both face mask and that damn face shield are strictly required before entry.

Anyway, what matters, the masseuse I wished was in front of me. Of course, I should not take it personally of her wearing the protective gear. I’m sure, it’s their spa policy before handling a customer.

And so the sensual massage started first with my back, legs, thigs, butt, balls and finally my dick. “God, I miss this! I love this!”

She got soft hands which are erotic enough to make me sexually stimulated in gradual and progressive manner.

But all I was thinking during the massage was my mistress. How I missed our countless great fucking activities. She’s like no other. After our separation, I tried to look for another woman whom I can duplicate my unique sexual experience with her. After many different girls, my search failed. I guess I may not be able to find like her. There was no day that I didn’t think of her. Wherever she is right now, I hope she’s just fine.

In silence, I prayed, “My Lord, you know how I miss her so much! You also know, my Lord, how I still love her! In my heart, my love for her is always here. She still holds my heart. I pray, wherever she is right now, she’s just fine together with her hubby and kids. I pray that together with her family, she’s safe and protected at all times. I exactly don’t know if she still loves me in her heart and mind, my Lord. But it doesn’t matter now. What matters her family is intact. Her husband has completely forgiven her and continues to love her unconditionally. With that thought, my Lord, I rest my case. But wait, my Lord! I think my case with her isn’t yet over because if it is, why do I still long for her? Why do I still wish that I would suddenly meet her at the mall or at the street? Why do I keep searching for her name in google and fb, hoping I’ll be able to find her profile and message her? Why can’t I stop emailing her when there has been no reply from her? Why every time I hear her name, our lovely and sexy wild memories come rushing to my mind? Why, my Lord, why? But most of all, why do I keep saying to myself that if I ever get the chance to meet her, I would grab her and let her get inside my car so we can go to the motel and fuck again! My God, I tell you, I wouldn’t hesitate of doing it again. For now, my Lord, grant my prayer that she’s just fine and safe together with her family. Amen.”

The lingam massage ended. It was weird because I felt empty. I thought I had a good, relaxing and sensual time. It’s just I miss her so much.

Like a Sermon from a Pastor

One time, I was talking to a woman. She knows a lot about me, you know, my extra-marital affairs… It was like I was listening to a sermon from a fucking pastor. Here’s what she had to say:

“Reality is, there will always be temptations wherever you go. You can’t escape that. You know that for sure. So my piece of advice, when there’s temptation right in front of you, I want you to be strong. Always be professional. Even if the girl is tempting you, whether explicitly or implicitly, you have to say no always. Say no at all times especially when you’re inside the office. Even if you’re outside the office, and when the one who’s tempting you is your colleague, you have to say no at all times. Even if the girl is not tempting you, don’t you ever make a move that would make her fall for your smooth moves.”

“If you can’t be faithful with your wife. Just tell her. There’s no need to hide your secret sexual affairs. Just confess and be ready that she will leave you. Don’t let us suffer in the dark. Suffering could be more painful if we always have fears that you’re lying in front of us. Suffering could be worse if our fears are proven true all along. We, women, are faithful by nature. So if men can’t level with that, it’s better to part ways. You see, I can stand on my own. I don’t need a husband who can not fuck me when I wanted to. But if he’s the one who wants to fuck, I can’t refuse because he would be upset. But if I’m the one who wants to fuck, he got a lot of excuses of his inability. For all I know, he has already cummed on his other woman. Is that true on your end, Mike?”

All I could reply, “I don’t like this kind of talk.”