Blooming Sensual

At 17, I went to college right after giving birth. I enrolled in an all-girls school in Manila. I was introduced to a couple of men Chris, Em, Blue, Rudolph, Paolo, and Ron. The first four where just touch here and there and small kisses. I was pretty emotional at that time no sex, just all this teenage touching saga.

Paolo was a friend of Mark and me, he had seen us grow through the years. I don't clearly remember how it all started but I admit this time I was the one who hurt Paolo. I could not face the fact of being against all odds in our circle of friends. I could not take that they will hate Paolo for loving me. That he did not know. I simply acted like a bitch and left him. He came back a few years after asking me if it was right to marry his wife and that there is clearly no chance of us. I walked away again in tears this time because he loved me.

But Ron was different to the extremes... He woke up the sleeping tiger in me. On the first day of our meeting at a bar in Quezon City, I did notice his interest in me. The night went by over drinks and laughs. We went for a sleepover in my friend's condo unit. We were like eight people there, and Ron lay beside me. Lights off - we could not get off of each other, we kissed and hug until sunrise. I can feel his penis get hard, while I was soaking wet.

We said goodbye in the morning but it did not stop there. We continued dating and for the most celebrating part. We traveled to Baguio to have our very first sex. This I remembered clearly.

We took a bath and hugged while doing so to fight the cold weather. He grabbed me to lay down. Kissing me lips slowly, long but slowly. He took over my ears and neck - I could feel his tongue. He went down in my chest, grab my two full breasts, massaging it while his tongue went through the shape of my bosoms. Quick sweet bites in my nipples and I could not hold it any longer. He went down my stomach and then there. He ate me. He stayed there long and I could feel myself bursting. I groan loudly, begging him to come inside me instead, he offered his long hard crouch against my mouth. Without hesitation, I dig in. I can hear his moan. He felt good and I suck deeper pleasing him. He could not hold back. He was inside me now. I lay below him. He shoved himself to me slowly then faster and then slowly but harder. Suddenly he stopped. He put me on top of him, without removing our locks. I pumped slowly, like dancing in circling motion. He played with the outsides of my vagina, tickling my clits. I moaned and begged him for more. He asked me to go on my behind, he put that hard instrument again inside me, I screamed again. This time he could not hold long. He went for it and I chorused that explosion.

This invigorating sensation did not stop, we continued having these hot lovemaking sessions with almost something new each and every time.

We rented a small room near my school to be our sex garden. There we lighted candles before sex. I screamed aloud, wanting the neighbors to hear how much I was pleasured. We go to hotel rooms for bathtub sex, over the dressers, the side tables. We try out all the positions we can and repeat what pleased us. We played roles sometimes. We do hard rough bondage sex too. It was the most pleasurable relationship I had. However, it was the scariest one too.

He expected me to commit to him. Tell my child that he is the new father but the truth is. He can never amount to Mark. Mark is Mark. The love of my life. The father of my daughter. I came back to Mark.

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