Six Months
They stood in the shallow water off the bank of Walden Pond. The water was strangely cold, but either of them could feel it. In close embrace, under the sun, they caressed one another gently. The moment was memorable for both of them, but it had been through a long period of emptiness. The last time they got together was exactly six months ago.
Six months of waiting, six months of discontent, and six months of morose were way behind them now. The future looked a bright as the mid-day sun.
It all began last November, when both of them met up in his apartment in Back Bay late at night. Nothing serious had happened, as both of them were polite and reserved, but the future looked just as great as it was six months later. At least, he believed so. Then there came the awkward moments when she was refusing anything from him. He grew bitter and hateful of her shortly after since he got no explanation from her or whatsoever.
More uneasy moment followed a month after, when two of them had to share a class together. Still, no acknowledgment, no conversation, and no emotion were expressed when they walked past each other.
The invisible wall between them began to break as one day they shared the same elevator down from the observatory. A rare smile and a few words were exchanged. Finally, they looked each other in the eyes one more time.
The visit to Walden followed shortly after and eventually led up to an intimacy.
However, the bright future was not guaranteed as two weeks had past since, and she, yet again, refused any further caring from him. She shut the door on him and left his life in chaos. He, on the hand, went back in time to search for every possible mistake made by him, but an answer was never found. Much to his dismay, he encountered she by surprise.
He walked up to her who was avoiding any eye contact, saying, "how have you been"? "Nothing", she said, and hoped to put an end to the conversation. "I was worried", he said, trying to keep the words rolling and getting a chance to understand what had happened. Unfortunately for him, words within her had become stingy. The dead air was cold as a February in Boston, and it only grew colder. Finally, he lost it and muttered "Are you going to say something or what? I don't have all day waiting for anymore single word answer".
"I am ok", she whispered, but was loud and clear to his ears. "Are you happy now? That's three words. That's more than what I can do for you". In disbelief he stood. His face turned into a display of tragedy. He was as speechless as he was crumbled. Worse yet, his sudden tantrum had further prevented him from seeing her trembling body. "I have to go", she said and turned around to walk away from this grave drama.
"So, this is it", he could be seen with a vengeful demon. "Well, then, I wish the very worst of you. I wish you live on like this, in loneliness and chaos. I wish you a sorrowful life and no one will ever care enough to baill you out of it. This is my curse to you if you haven't heard enough of it already". Turning around after he uttered these implacable words, he walked away biting his lips so hard and he started bleeding. Yet no sympathy came across his mind, but only had he seen her tearful eyes right from the beginning this wouldn't had gone so out of control.
The two tormented souls parted into emotional voids that only time could slowly fill up that emptiness.
Time passed, and May had turned into November. The world continued its course, and didn't care to wait for anyone. No matter how much bitterness and sorrow one had carried, one had to move on with them. He, moved to Quincy since, was on the train to downtown in a sunny November day. He looked out to the window from a nearl empty cart, watching the change of season and recalling the changes of his life. Slowly but progressively, he had licked his wounds over and over to a point that he almost recovered. But a coincidence happened as an April Fool's Day moment as the train ducked to the platform. He saw the face that haunted him the past months, the same face that he loved so much yet hated just as much.
She walked into the same cart, and caught up by another surprise encounter. The instance had her relived the sadness, guilt, and emptiness from the past six months. She only revisited all those emotion in a brief second. A smile of his lifted her out of that misery. Much to his surprise, she sat down next to him with the same relieving smile as well. There were no ill feeling between them, and no hatred lingering around them.
"It's our anniversary", he said, and wouldn't move his eyes away from her face. "I know, I have missed you", she said, and followed by a sigh of relieve. "So have I, and I really wanted to apologize for my words six months ago. I wanted to call you, but I didn't know if you would accept my apology". With a grin, she said "I wouldn't have". They both laughed.
"So, am I lifted from your curse"? She asked.
"Yes, you have, at least for now". He answered.
The two then shared the same embrace that they have shared twice in the past twelve months, and they kissed for the first time. The intimacy returned to them again after the long absence, but still it wouldn't hang around any longer as his destination was seconds away. He pulled himself away from this love story, and, to nobody's surprise, she accepted the parting naturally.
"I will see you again". She said, with confidence and bravery that she never had before. This would be the first time that they parted on a good term, and it will leave no agony for him this time with assurance. He said, "yes indeed. Six Month it is".
Shortly after, they both disappeared in this sunny November Day and into the crowd of Boston.
2010年3月9日 星期二
Tied Up
It was a Sunday morning at Los Bagels off I Street where two people met up by a wall of glass. They, a man and a woman, sat across a table, for the first glance of each other, among a big morning crowd. This seemed to be a wordless stand-off, at least through the eyes of some spectators who were missing all the messages of flirts, challenges, and lusts exchanged.
Some other have noticed the deep passion between the two, but were either too close-minded or care-free to acknowledge it.
The longer they sat across the table from one another, the stronger their lustful aura grows. The place is becoming more crowded as the morning turning late. More people, unintentionally, stepped over their shared territory. Sensing the invincible and passionate bonding between the two, the intruders escaped frightened as if demons had visited them. The two could care less as long as their exchange in thoughts were not interrupted. After awhile they have turned the speechless moment to a vicious stared down.
Between them, the doubts became clear and the only thing left to do was to make the move.
Eventually, he got up to a disposal and then, upon his return, pulled the chair to her side. He sat close by her without leaving much breathing room, and swiftly moved his lips near her ear - covered by shining dark hair, and whispered, 'As you have wished, I am gonna tie you up, spread your legs wide and tie them up, too. You will be blindfolded, and every touch I make to you will send a frightening shock wave into your mind. You are to be incited by surprises that are to come, and my fingers, my lips, my tongues will send you to a state that you will beg for more. Then as your wetness begins its calling, I will stab into you as your legs were spread wide'. She listened to his degrading words in whisper, and in the end she smiled.
She was not a woman to be taunted, nor was she afraid of challenges. She was no innocent girl as her appearance. Just as he wasn't the well-spoken gentleman who he appeared to be.
Instance past since the initiation, and her smile had faded into a grin. She approached her pink-color lips next to his ear and whispered, "I would like to see you try, and prove to me that you aren't just all talk. Just so you know, I am a brawler and may be the biggest challenge you have yet to face". He glimpsed her face from the corner of his eyes as she continued with her reversal, "I am not that easily pleased, Monsieur. If you fail to back up your words, then I will tie you up and ride your cock for three hours straight. Just so you know, you may not be able to fuck again after that". Slowly, she laid herself back onto the chair, but her words, her blows, and her perfume lingered to his side.
He got up from his chair and took her hand. They walked subtly away from the crowd into their own realm... for an ultimate showdown.
Some other have noticed the deep passion between the two, but were either too close-minded or care-free to acknowledge it.
The longer they sat across the table from one another, the stronger their lustful aura grows. The place is becoming more crowded as the morning turning late. More people, unintentionally, stepped over their shared territory. Sensing the invincible and passionate bonding between the two, the intruders escaped frightened as if demons had visited them. The two could care less as long as their exchange in thoughts were not interrupted. After awhile they have turned the speechless moment to a vicious stared down.
Between them, the doubts became clear and the only thing left to do was to make the move.
Eventually, he got up to a disposal and then, upon his return, pulled the chair to her side. He sat close by her without leaving much breathing room, and swiftly moved his lips near her ear - covered by shining dark hair, and whispered, 'As you have wished, I am gonna tie you up, spread your legs wide and tie them up, too. You will be blindfolded, and every touch I make to you will send a frightening shock wave into your mind. You are to be incited by surprises that are to come, and my fingers, my lips, my tongues will send you to a state that you will beg for more. Then as your wetness begins its calling, I will stab into you as your legs were spread wide'. She listened to his degrading words in whisper, and in the end she smiled.
She was not a woman to be taunted, nor was she afraid of challenges. She was no innocent girl as her appearance. Just as he wasn't the well-spoken gentleman who he appeared to be.
Instance past since the initiation, and her smile had faded into a grin. She approached her pink-color lips next to his ear and whispered, "I would like to see you try, and prove to me that you aren't just all talk. Just so you know, I am a brawler and may be the biggest challenge you have yet to face". He glimpsed her face from the corner of his eyes as she continued with her reversal, "I am not that easily pleased, Monsieur. If you fail to back up your words, then I will tie you up and ride your cock for three hours straight. Just so you know, you may not be able to fuck again after that". Slowly, she laid herself back onto the chair, but her words, her blows, and her perfume lingered to his side.
He got up from his chair and took her hand. They walked subtly away from the crowd into their own realm... for an ultimate showdown.
2010年3月8日 星期一
At Least You Are Not Drowning in Raw Sewage
You can't ask for anything worse than to be drowning in sewage. You'd wish to have died before that even happened.
However, it happened earlier in a small, Northern Gaza village - Umm Naser, where a sewage reservoir collapsed. The reservoir was made to intake wastewater that exceeded the treatment plant's capacity (four times greater). The collapse of the reservoir implemented a raw sewage surge that instantly kill several people with enormous amount of force. The survivors in the village were then left under several feet of flowing foulness and toxic microbes.
This human tragedy is added yet another agony to the already severed lives.
However, it happened earlier in a small, Northern Gaza village - Umm Naser, where a sewage reservoir collapsed. The reservoir was made to intake wastewater that exceeded the treatment plant's capacity (four times greater). The collapse of the reservoir implemented a raw sewage surge that instantly kill several people with enormous amount of force. The survivors in the village were then left under several feet of flowing foulness and toxic microbes.
This human tragedy is added yet another agony to the already severed lives.
Waiting
"Waiting"
Menacing, brawing, I step over mines
just to make through some harsh times.
I can't and won't pull punches, and I am
to fight against turbulance on my way.
I am not backing down, or sitting around,
waiting for my chance - my winning round,
to reach me miraculously sooner or later.
I will rise now, and stay above forever.
Not coming down, not letting anything go,
I am grinding to stay atop, even though
many want to see me fall, roll, and crawl
back to where I come from. And stay miserable
Menacing, brawing, I step over mines
just to make through some harsh times.
I can't and won't pull punches, and I am
to fight against turbulance on my way.
I am not backing down, or sitting around,
waiting for my chance - my winning round,
to reach me miraculously sooner or later.
I will rise now, and stay above forever.
Not coming down, not letting anything go,
I am grinding to stay atop, even though
many want to see me fall, roll, and crawl
back to where I come from. And stay miserable
Not Listening
"Not Listening"
Whispering behind my ears, you said
"try a little harder and you may
find me under a breezy shade.
That will be your moment to rest".
Words linger in a spiral movement, and you
cover my eyes with your soft hands.
They carry me above and under,
from a beginning to an end.
But I am to refuse your enchantment,
and reject your song of sirens.
On this road I walk, needing none
of your love and none of your care.
Your words are just images of
illusive matter, and therefore
I push you back further behind myself,
leaving your words rising in an empty spiral.
I am not listening to you anymore....
Whispering behind my ears, you said
"try a little harder and you may
find me under a breezy shade.
That will be your moment to rest".
Words linger in a spiral movement, and you
cover my eyes with your soft hands.
They carry me above and under,
from a beginning to an end.
But I am to refuse your enchantment,
and reject your song of sirens.
On this road I walk, needing none
of your love and none of your care.
Your words are just images of
illusive matter, and therefore
I push you back further behind myself,
leaving your words rising in an empty spiral.
I am not listening to you anymore....
Mad River Madness
Two hours have passed, several conversations have died, the Sun was beginning to set, and I pushed her down against the sand with my palms feeling her smooth and slippery thighs. This wasn't about her funny story about her beat up truck, wasn't about her Super Mario Brothers' ring tone, or wasn't even about her love for salsa dance. This was about us drawn to one another, like any other love story, on a warm beach and under a beautiful sunset.
She caught my eyes long ago on the dance floor. Always beaufitul on the dance floor, she has a shy smile, awkward eyes, fair skin tone, and a pair of breathtaking long legs. Every reggaeton we danced, I had held her close without permission, and felt her little resistance and massive acceptance. She was inviting, but never gave in. After long waiting, the chance has come and now my tongue was behind her lips, and my fingers were stringing on her sculpture like body.
Where was the shyness that she possessed? I didn't know. But I did rememberhow she began to melt under my touches. I remembered how her body trembled as my suction was atop of her perky spots. I remembered how she reacted with a little scream every time they were bitten. Under her shorts my fingers slipped in searching for the passage of pleasure. I teased her, and she wanted no more, no more teases. She wanted parts of me inside of her, inside of where I could barely slipped on of my bones in. She was begging for harder thrusting, which I wouldn't give. Because I wanted her to wait and earn her orgasm. She was still begging, with a mesmerizing moans and watery eyes. I, again, refused to bow down to her requests. Pulling out of her slippery warmness, I commanded what might have excited her the most. It wasn't hard to find while being so mych more hardened. I circled my finger tips on it while whispering the most erotic words to further seduce this young and inexperienced soul. I wanted her to be a slut but for me only.
Beach crowd had been walking along the breaking waves. Have they noticed this pervertion? I hoped they had. I hoped they would be enjoying this scene. This was a tango between love and lust, morality and eroticism, and pleasure and law. We were achieving everything that people only dare to write, under the broad daylight. We were enjoying every second of it.
Have I had enough? No, and neither does she. Grabbing my circling finger, she stab it against her moist dip again and this time I could thrust her with two. She was flooding with fresh and clean stickiness, and I was giving it hard. I was all over her sensual spots, biting, pintching, fingering, which led to her increasingly louder moans. They got louder until she snapped, and my fingers were sensing tightening pulsing and a hard gush. With her still panting, I dipped those pulled out, honey-covered fingers beyond both of our lips. She looked at me with a peachy smile, as if everything wasn't over yet. She had a plan to make me feel the same way she did. So she sat on me, dusted sand all over me, reached into my pants for the standing and sauceful pole. She had it, and had it firmly gripped in her sandy hand. I was laying back and let her touch me from up and down, again and again. The little particles in her hand were increasing the excitement, and with every squeeze, she took me one step closer to an eruption. She whispered in my ears, and wanted me to surrander under her wickedness. So I did, as my panting grown into groaning, ejected none but the hottest love onto her. And I could tell, from her look, that she was finally smiled.
If this was considered as morally degrading, then let me descend to the deepest Pit in exchange for more of this. I enjoyed it. Enjoyed the tonguing, enjoyed the caresses, and enjoyed the orgasm. I swear, when she juiced my love handle with that devilish smile, I wanted to keep her a little longer, or maybe forever. Even though we didn't keep each other for more than a week.
Was it pure lust, or was there a little love involved? I still couldn't find any answer.
Now the Sun has set, and we strolled over toward what took us here.
She caught my eyes long ago on the dance floor. Always beaufitul on the dance floor, she has a shy smile, awkward eyes, fair skin tone, and a pair of breathtaking long legs. Every reggaeton we danced, I had held her close without permission, and felt her little resistance and massive acceptance. She was inviting, but never gave in. After long waiting, the chance has come and now my tongue was behind her lips, and my fingers were stringing on her sculpture like body.
Where was the shyness that she possessed? I didn't know. But I did rememberhow she began to melt under my touches. I remembered how her body trembled as my suction was atop of her perky spots. I remembered how she reacted with a little scream every time they were bitten. Under her shorts my fingers slipped in searching for the passage of pleasure. I teased her, and she wanted no more, no more teases. She wanted parts of me inside of her, inside of where I could barely slipped on of my bones in. She was begging for harder thrusting, which I wouldn't give. Because I wanted her to wait and earn her orgasm. She was still begging, with a mesmerizing moans and watery eyes. I, again, refused to bow down to her requests. Pulling out of her slippery warmness, I commanded what might have excited her the most. It wasn't hard to find while being so mych more hardened. I circled my finger tips on it while whispering the most erotic words to further seduce this young and inexperienced soul. I wanted her to be a slut but for me only.
Beach crowd had been walking along the breaking waves. Have they noticed this pervertion? I hoped they had. I hoped they would be enjoying this scene. This was a tango between love and lust, morality and eroticism, and pleasure and law. We were achieving everything that people only dare to write, under the broad daylight. We were enjoying every second of it.
Have I had enough? No, and neither does she. Grabbing my circling finger, she stab it against her moist dip again and this time I could thrust her with two. She was flooding with fresh and clean stickiness, and I was giving it hard. I was all over her sensual spots, biting, pintching, fingering, which led to her increasingly louder moans. They got louder until she snapped, and my fingers were sensing tightening pulsing and a hard gush. With her still panting, I dipped those pulled out, honey-covered fingers beyond both of our lips. She looked at me with a peachy smile, as if everything wasn't over yet. She had a plan to make me feel the same way she did. So she sat on me, dusted sand all over me, reached into my pants for the standing and sauceful pole. She had it, and had it firmly gripped in her sandy hand. I was laying back and let her touch me from up and down, again and again. The little particles in her hand were increasing the excitement, and with every squeeze, she took me one step closer to an eruption. She whispered in my ears, and wanted me to surrander under her wickedness. So I did, as my panting grown into groaning, ejected none but the hottest love onto her. And I could tell, from her look, that she was finally smiled.
If this was considered as morally degrading, then let me descend to the deepest Pit in exchange for more of this. I enjoyed it. Enjoyed the tonguing, enjoyed the caresses, and enjoyed the orgasm. I swear, when she juiced my love handle with that devilish smile, I wanted to keep her a little longer, or maybe forever. Even though we didn't keep each other for more than a week.
Was it pure lust, or was there a little love involved? I still couldn't find any answer.
Now the Sun has set, and we strolled over toward what took us here.
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