e1. a love poem to my sensual barok

As we crossed Ayala Avenue she took my hand and put it on her pusi. She told me to pump it faster and deeper. She orgasmed in a short while. She asked again if I didn't want to go to my house or a motel. I looked at my watched and told her its nearly 3:30pm, the time she wanted to be back to her office. In a few minutes, we reached the front of her office building. A quick kiss on the lips and she left my car.

It sounds crazy, but that was exactly how it happened - as we had agreed on the phone what our Lust EB will be. I had to make love to her and I don't think she would have said no. In fact I think she suggested that we did. But it wasn't what we agreed to. That can come later on. We had in fact done more than what we agreed to - I licked her pusi but that I suppose was forgivable. One less brownie point for me?

She would be very appreciative of that day whenever we talked about it. Not only was it a first experience for her, it was the fact that we were able to control ourselves. She had appreciated that very much. And I did too. She was beautiful.