u1. a love poem to my sensual barok

i felt my my cellphone vibrate a few times. i received several text messages. but no time for that now. niNa was in front of me on a beautiful lingerie. i looked at the mirror in front of her, i wanted to see her face and the front of her body. but she turned to the side to hide herself a bit. i guess she knew i wanted to look at her almost naked body.

my hand was still on her breast. she has not removed my hand from it. the thought that she was allowing me to touch her and wear that lingerie for me on the first time we meet is driving me a little crazy. it was sexy and daring.

i moved inside the fitting room and closed the curtain tight. a quick look at my back to check where the sales ladies were. they were still at the front of the store. i hope they remember niNa and i are still inside the fitting room and that they will not enter it.

my hand on her breast, i kissed the back of her neck a few times. gentle and soft. then she tilted her head back and up, i moved and kissed her on the lips while i put my other hand on her shoulder. i caressed her shoulder over the soft and sheer material of the lingerie. the material felt nice, it gave my hand a good sensation. i can feel the warmth of her flesh under it. she raised her hands over her head, and she caressed my head. i stood behind her, kissing her on the cheek and got my two hands to caress both her breasts. i moved from kissing her cheek to kissing her neck.

i looked at her through the reflection of the full length mirror in front of her. because she had her hands raised up, the lingerie which was already very short raised the hemline even higher. i could almost see her crotch. she was wearing the undies that went with the top. it was tiny. sheer. i could see that she is completely shaved. i wasn't sure, but i thought i saw her pusi lips. that gave me a hard on.

i didn't stop kissing her. i wanted to use my lips, my kisses to speak what i felt. my kisses were making low noises that i hoped she heard as desire for her. more than that, i was hoping my tongue on her flesh was making her hear that the lust i had for her was real. demanding. wanting. needing to be satisfied.

she arched her behind, i felt it rest on my hardness. she was wearing her high heels and that pose made her look even sexier. it was beautiful and sexy looking at her at the mirror. the high heels made her legs look sexier and longer. i had told her to wear them that day and with the lingerie. it was part of what we had agreed to and what i had texted her.

my cellphone vibrated again, a few more sms text were received. i ignored it again and got her hands from my head. i held each of her hand, guided it down to my hips and then made her touch my behind. all this i was watching her through the mirror in front of us and each movement she made made me desire her more. i felt her squeeze my butt softly at first, then tightly.

i got her right hand. then slowly guided it to rest on the mirror in front of us. i kissed her neck. more intense now. i heard her moan. then i got her left hand, and did the same, slowly placed it on the mirror in front of us. both of her hands were now on the mirror, her back was arched, her legs well defined from wearing the high heels. from her neck, i planted kisses from the back of her neck down on the middle of her back. each kiss that landed, i either felt her shifting her weight from one foot to the other as if to squirm or moan lightly. she was liking it, i kept doing it.

when my kisses reached near the middle of her back, i put my hands on her behind. i cupped both of them. i slid my hand under the short lingerie. felt her butt through the material. she was moving a bit faster now, almost to the rhythm of the caresses i was doing in her behind. i moved my right hand, then moved it slowly to her front.

with my hand traveling to her front, she started to remove her hands from the mirror. she wanted to face me. i whispered in her ear not to move, to keep her hands on the mirror. i wanted control, i wanted her to stay put and just to enjoy what i was doing. she moaned and whispered to me - "this is torture.", then she kissed my lips.

when my right hand reached her front, i intentionally made it softer and much lighter. i continued to move my hand, past her pusi towards the other side of her hips. as my right hand did that, my left hand was still cupping her behind and my lips on her back. she moaned again.

with that, i quickly moved my left hand on her breast and at the same time, as quick as i can, i put my right hand under her undies and ran my hand down on her pusi. i wanted her to feel a shock of feelings on her breast and her pusi - a sudden explosion of lust.

and that was what she felt. her body shook. i saw goose bumps. and she gave a real loud moan this time.

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the sales lady smiled at me when i entered the store and sort of like giggled. i don't know if it was just my imagination, but i thought i saw her giggle. if only niNa wasn't inside the fitting room waiting for me, i would have stopped for awhile and chat with the sales lady and would have asked her what she found amusing.

i instead said a faint hello and gave her a nice smile and a wink. hahaha. she gave me a much wider smile now. i approached the fitting room when at the left of the store, i saw a nice proud and loud red lingerie. it was tiny. i wondered if niNa would like another one. i stopped and looked at it. imagined her body and wondered what size will fit her. i asked the sales lady to give me small and medium sizes so i can compare them. while she looked for the sizes i had requested, i sent niNa a txt. i told her i was inside the store and asked if she was inside the fitting room. after a few seconds, i heard a cell phone's sms ringer go off from inside the fitting room. after a few more seconds, i got her txt. she said she was inside the dressing room and she asked me to tell her again what she is supposed to do.

did alarm bells ring? no, it didn't. i didn't read that txt of hers as hesitation. i interpreted it as some kind of a foreplay. so i sent her a long text giving her detailed instructions on what to do exactly. i also emphasized that she should do it slowly, to look at herself in the mirror often and enjoy it. she sent me a reply - she said yes. and she said please hurry, lots of things were building up inside her.

i decided to take the small size. i thought if its a lingerie, the best is to get the smaller size. well, ok, its best from my perspective. haha. i sent her another txt - i asked if she was following the instructions. she replied that she was but if i kept on texting her, it will take her a long time to get it done. and asked me to shut up. hahaha.

with the red number in my hand, i went to the fitting room. the sales lady looked at me in a surprised kind of way. but she stepped aside to let me pass. as i passed her, she walked away towards door. to keep distance? good girl! hehehe

quick check in my mind --- my cellphone on mute? my hankie in my pocket? i wet my lips, then got hold of the velvet curtain that was concealing niNa. looking behind me to check where the sale ladies where, felt glad that both were by the door. and no other customers around. i could see niNa had her back turned towards me. i could only see her hair. she looked at the mirror in front of her to look at my reflection on the mirror.

i slid my hand inside the fitting room, and put the red lingerie on a hook by the wall. i smiled at her. she smiled back. then i told her maybe she liked to try that on too. after my hand placed the red lingerie on the hook, niNa turned her head and kissed the back of my hand.

she had her body turned a bit towards me. i could see the side of her left breast, after she kissed my hand, i slid it down and put it in front of her. i cupped her breast. i felt her quiver to my touch.

this was the first time she had seen me. she had heard my voice on the phone but we had not met nor have i sent her a picture of me. the whole thing was so sexy - she practically allowed a stranger touch her breast. this was our first meeting and there i was feeling her breast on my hand, it was firm but her nipple was soft. she stepped back to move closer to me, still facing the mirror. i moved my eyes from her breast, looked at her back, down to her behind, her legs and the high heels shoes that she was still wearing. and in one corner of the fitting room was her handbag, a blazer.

niNa was naked except for the lingerie i had bought for her. she was wearing it.

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i have done some crazy things before, at times by myself, at times with the help of alcohol. but this is the craziest of all. i was thinking of these things as i stood outside the velvet rose. and i had not taken any alcohol at that time.

thinking more about it, the craziness was less on me but much more on niNa. she has not met me. she is inside that small fitting room. i was a few meters away from her. the minute she entered that fitting room and drew the velvet curtain shut, she had agreed to what i wanted to do. she was crazier than i was, that's for sure. haha.

it also didn't escape that the name of the store was most appropriate. velvet rose is a likely name of a bar located in the red light district. with a name like velvet rose, it was obvious there would probably be a ledge inside it, dimly lit, smoky, reeking with alcohol and floor to ceiling nothing but sexuality. you knew that a velvet rose will have women inside it whose only role is to entertain men, in ways other than singing. and that ledge having a pole not meant to hold anything architectural. i was outside the velvet rose and the woman who would entertain me is inside that fitting room.

i move to enter the store.

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ice works real well!

r1. a love poem to my sensual barok

to make up for lost time and lost opportunity, she told me we should meet the following monday, lunch time. both of us felt very disappointed for not having met up the previous week. she said she will leave her work early, around 11:30 am and she can come back to her work at around 2:00 pm. she told me that we can meet at robinson's galleria and asked if i can buy her lunch. we can eat lunch at wherever we were going.

i dissuaded her on her plan. i told her i had a better idea. i explained to her that we can meet at velvet rose, the lingerie shop in robinson's galleria. i did not explain a lot to her as i wanted her to experience what i was thinking of and not know before hand what was going to happen. i just told her there were just two things she needed to do - trust me and allow things to happen.

she told me that just thinking about it is getting her excited but at the same time scared. not scared as in fear but pleasant scared. its a mixture of anticipation, the unknown and desire for pleasure with a good mix of guilt for not being able to meet the previous week. with all those feelings, she agreed to meet with me at the velvet rose.


it was amazing that she agreed to go through what we did. i told her that at anytime, if she felt uncomfortable or scared, we can stop it and just have lunch together. but none of that happened. we went through the whole thing without any obvious hesitation from her. i could see in her eyes at certain times she felt scared and unsure but at no point did she ask for us to stop. i don't know if it had occurred to her when we were first talking about it, the fact that she has not actually seen me.

i went first to velvet rose. i spent about half an hour. i waited for her at the entrance of robinson's department store on the side of poveda where she will go down from the jeepney she said she was going to take from her office.

i saw her but did not approach her. it was part of the plan. she was pretty, slim and fair complexioned but could not see her eyes as she was wearing these huge sunglasses that i thought covered half her face. haha.

she went to velvet rose with me behind her but we have not made contact. she had sent me text to find out if i was already at robinson's and if i could see her. i sent her text that, yes i am close to her and can see her. she didn't make an effort to look for me. it was all part of our plan as we had talked about it beforehand.

she went inside velvet rose. and through the glass, i can see her talking to the sales lady. the sales lady gave her some things. with the items in her hand, she walked around the store looking at other things.

velvet rose is a lingerie shop where they sell the sexiest, sheerest lingerie - short, flimsy, lacy and always showing just a bit more flesh than usual. she was holding in her hand the top and undies that i had chosen for her. that was what i did when i went to the shop earlier - i bought lingerie for her.

i don't know if she saw me outside the store, but after awhile she went into the dressing room inside the store. this is a small dressing room on the right side of the store. its covered with a curtain of thick velvet, in honor of its namesake.

i gave her a few minutes, then i entered the store and asked the sales lady if niNa had arrived. when i went there earlier, i had told the sales lady that i was going to buy my girlfriend lingerie and that she was on the way to the store. i paid for it and told her that my girlfriend will be arriving soon. told her my girlfriend's name was niNa and my name is franco and that she will want to try them on. i told her that when niNa asks for them that she should give it to her to try them. i pretended that my cellphone rang and talked to my cellphone. i hang up the cellphone (i wasn't talking to anyone) and told the sales lady i needed to leave and will be back. i requested that when my girlfriend arrives to give her the lingerie i had bought.

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i was disappointed that we were not able to meet that night. i was right, the guy with her was her boyfriend. everything has been set, she had told him she will stay late as she had overtime work - do some quick inventory of some things. it was a good match as the boyfriend was on fieldwork that day and he was planning on going home straight from the fieldwork and will no longer return to the office since they were not going home together.

she had started to walk to mcdonald's when all of a sudden she saw her boyfriend go down from a jeepney. apparently, the work of the boyfriend finished early, one of the stores they went to did not have the store manager. since it was early, he decided to go back to the office to get something from his desk. he was expecting her to be at her desk working and asked her where she was going. she told him she felt hungry and was on her way to mcdonald's to get some food so she can have an early dinner so that she can do her overtime work uninterrupted. haha

and so that was how the boyfriend ended up going with niNa to mcdonald's.

it was hard to contain the disappointment. that night, i went to eastwood just the same and had dinner in the restaurant that i was planning on taking her to. funny thing to do, but at least i was able to do a part of the plan for the evening. a tiny part but still a part of the plan.

something else happened - after ordering dinner, the waiter asked me what drink i wanted. "sir, gusto nyo corona beer? meron po kami." i almost choked on the water i was drinking when i heard that. i wanted to be mad, but the night was already full of disappointment that adding anger into the mix was not a very good idea. i just looked at him, wanted to ask him if he goes to PEX and if he read my story. it was strange in a cosmic way that he would actually offer corona beer to me and specially after the event early in the evening. it felt like he knew it was me and that he knew corona beer meant something to me. i just smiled at him and said no i don't want beer but wanted red wine. (napa order tuloy ako ng red wine! haha) i told myself i have not drunk corona beer since that time in the beach and that's a lot of years, i'm not going to start tonight.

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i had sent txts to niNa to ask her what she was wearing so that i could quickly spot her. but she has not replied to any of my txts that afternoon. i knew how she looked like from her friendster account. she had a lot of her pictures there so i was sure i will know how she looked like. i had sent her txt telling her what car i had with me. the plan was for her not to go inside the restaurant and for her to look for my car. we will drive out to have dinner at eastwood as soon as she rode my car. we needed to be as far as possible from the area where she worked to make sure her boyfriend or officemates don't accidentally bump into us.

some days before we met, i saw a picture of someone who i thought was her. this is a picture that's been widely distributed among the yahoogroups that share sexy, nude to sex scandal cellphone movies. i cropped the picture to show just the face but the whole picture shows the woman with two other women who were all naked. (haha) thinking it was niNa, i was very shocked to see "niNa" nude in the internet. remembering that she was wanted to video record ourselves while having sex, it didn't appear too much of a stretch that she would have nude pictures of herself. she told me it wasn't her.


this is NOT niNa.



my cellphone's sms alert went off. i looked at it - it was niNa but was a blank message. i waited for a second message, maybe she just made a mistake. i got another blank message and so i thought that must have been intentional already. when i looked up, i thought i saw niNa going to mcdonalds. but she wasn't going towards my car where i was but on her way inside the restaurant. that wasn't what we agreed to. i saw her turn her face towards where i was and i realize, she was with a man. the guy was walking very close to her and as they entered mcdonald's, she let the guy enter first. before she entered the restaurant, she turned her head towards me and saw her move her lips as if to say something.

i figured, our meeting was off that night. she is with her boyfriend. i guess she was not able to get rid of her boyfriend that evening.

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finally, the day niNa and i will meet came. i cleared my afternoon schedule that day. i had 2 sets of batteries for the video camera charged, i had 4 blank dvds worth 4 hours of recording and brought the tripod with me. the video recorder i have records in surround sound and has a bluetooth microphone. i could set up the video camera at a distance, and have the cordless remote microphone placed where we were to capture all the sounds we we would be making, in surround sound and record it in video . it also had a wireless controller that will allow me to stop, pause, record and zoom the lens. and because i could tilt the lcd screen towards us, i could see what the camera was recording.




she did not want us to meet inside mcdonald's - she told me she and her office mates eat lunch there often and didn't want to take the chance of anyone of them seeing her there. of course, her office mates know she has a boyfriend, they work in the same office. her office mates seeing her meet another man will certainly arouse suspicion. i was going to wait for her inside my car.

i went to the place early but did not immediately park my car. i thought the best was was not to have my car first in the car park, i wanted my car two or three cars away so that its farther from the restaurant and less chances for her office mates to see us. being at the very end also allows for a quick exit from the place. faster the better. being in mcdonalds wasn't important, its the place after mcdonalds that was most important.

i texted her when i got to the parking lot. a few times in fact but she was not replying. after a few unanswered txts, i wondered if she will show up.

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i thought it was too much of a coincidence that a previously reluctant niNa was all of a sudden the aggressive and insistent one for us to meet on the same night i was going to meet ms. scathing. niNa sounded very sure about meeting that night, the opposite to our previous conversations. she gave me the impression that she needed time to set things up before we can meet, that she was not the type who can meet men on a whim. she had a boyfriend who works in the same office as she did and they went home together almost always.


not that there was something wrong with meeting other women, niNa and i didn't really have a relationship. all we had was a agreement to have sex and video record it while we were doing it. but my male sense told me, i needed to evade the issue and not talk about it. by experience, women become very difficult and the whole thing gets really complicated when there is a third person in the picture. jealousy is a very tough thing to handle for women. when jealousy or even the the thought of another woman comes into play, women tend to lose all common sense. and niNa didn't appear to me as someone who had a lot of common sense and a lot of maturity. she had a lot of lust in her but not common sense or maturity.


somehow, i was able to get out of meeting her that night without talking about miss scathing. we instead talked about our meeting the following week. we agreed we will meet in mcdonald's close to her work, it was nearer than meeting at robinson's. she said she can walk to it from her office.


meeting in mcdonald's wasn't at all romantic. it felt like we were in high school. hahaha. but we said we will just meet there and go somewhere else immediately. it was very convenient, the place where we will do the video recording is a short 15 minute drive from that place.

that night, the dinner and drinks with miss scathing was one of the best i have had after a long time. i'm not sure if it was a date. we didn't really talk about what we will call it. miss scathing did not disappoint me, in fact i was very pleased with her. i was right about how smart she was and how grounded she was. we talked about many things, flawlessly. it felt like we knew each other for a long time. we did not need time to shake out fear and discomfort. we didn't go through the usual adjustment period. she was also a woman who i found intellectually stimulating, she was able to have a long and good conversation about many topics. i felt lucky having met her. InP do have women who are successful, smart and very admirable.

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i wanted to meet her as soon as possible. but she was saying she could not meet with me that week as she was not sure how she can get away from her boyfriend. her boyfriend works in the same office she works in and they always go home together after work. she was not sure yet what to say so that her boyfriend will not go home with her after work. i am a very understanding and patient man, so we agreed to meet the following week. haha.

then i got a PM from someone in InP who said she wanted to have a copy of the story but she wanted her copy to be special with me attaching a signature on it. the catch was that she wanted me to sign the copy in front of her. haha.

i actually read all her posts in InP and she is one of the smartest female posters in InP. i am a fan, so to speak. her posts always makes sense and she has this knack for writing sarcasm in a very subtle but very effective way. its very intellectual way of insulting or turning down the other person. her posts, specially the "scathing" ones give me a very nice mental challenge. and when i get it, it would always make me laugh! i really admired her very much. how can i refuse to meet with her? this woman would only be the second that i would meet from InP.

now, a funny thing happened on the day i was going to meet "miss scathing" (haha). in the morning that i was going to meet with her, i got a flurry of text messages from niNa. she apparently changed her mind about not meeting that week. early during the week, i was very much insistent on meeting with her that week but she did say she definitely could not see me that week. i had asked her often that week. she gave the excuse of she didn't know how to get away from her boyfriend.

then all of a sudden, when i was already going to meet "miss scathing" that night, niNa told me through text she wanted to meet with me on the same night. and she was quite insistent. i was confused. almost the whole day, she was sending me text about meeting that night.

the whole time, i was asking myself - does niNa and miss scathing know each other? and did miss scathing tell niNa we were going to meet that night? that occurred to me as niNa and miss scathing's offices where they worked were very close to each other. walking distance, in fact. the meeting place that niNa and i agreed to meet the following week is also walking distance where miss scathing and i agreed to meet that night - metrowalk.

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she has a boyfriend. while i knew that from her posts in InP, she would always say the sexual experiences she has had were with her boyfriend, the default mode is you don't readily believe anything that are posted in InP or anything in the internet. her having a boyfriend was not was surprising to me, but how serious they seem to be. she mentioned to me that she and her boyfriend are saving up money and looking into going abroad together for work or something. she sounded very serious about it. for a young single woman thinking about those things seem to me she and her boyfriend is into a very serious relationship. she did not tell me but i wouldn't be surprised if they have already talked about marriage.

them having a serious relationship is surprising because it was hard for me to understand why then would she proposition me to have sex with her? she started everything. not only was she the one who propositioned me, she even wanted me to video record our lust making and even agreed for us to post it in InP.

those things don't match with the plans she has with her boyfriend about going abroad together to look for work. although she has posted many of her sexual experiences in InP, in many of her posts, she gave the impression that she will not do anything sexual with anyone in InP and would only do it with her boyfriend.

that kind of attitude we know men have, but for a woman to have it makes her unusual or am i that naive? or maybe this is the explanation for that:

niNa: i hate you! i never pm anyone like this before... you're one of a kind franco... your gurl is so lucky.... and I envy her heheheh!

that it was the first time she has felt her lust taking the best of her, despite of being in a "serious" relationship with her boyfriend. is that telling us that lust has the power to open all boundaries and limits. allow it and it will take over all of you. it will bring you to places you have never been to. make you feel things you have never felt before.

but isn't that supposed to be love?

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she gave me her phone number in her office. i thought that was a good beginning as she seem to be online all the time when at her work. many of her posts she does when she is at work during the day. she also gave me her phone number at home. i found out that her computer is located in their living room. over several conversations, i realize that calling her at her work was much better. there were too many distractions when she is at home and her parents seemed to be there most of the time. the PMs we exchanged, including the lustful ones we had when she was in her office. so, i thought that worked very well for me.

there seem to be a sequence that people follow in giving personal information about themselves to people we meet on the internet, same thing with contact numbers. PMs are exchanged, then it goes to several levels of more personal communication. from YM, its the cellphone number, then office number and the final is the home phone number. the cell phone number is the "safest" as its very personal, you don't normally lend your cell phone to others. so if you get a text or a call, you're the only who knows about it. its different with office number and the home number. with those, your office mate and your parents, siblings your wife/husband can answer the call and that makes things a little more complicated.

specially in this case. we have not met and yet she has shared intimate moments with me. well at least that's what she told me over the pm - she has touched her pusi while we were exchanging PMs. not only was there something physical done, she was the one who propositioned me to have sex with her.

while all the PMs we have exchanged said she wanted us to meet to have sex, you learn to takes things with grain of salt, like a suspended belief that it will happen. you tell yourself it will happen if it happens. but at the same time that you have suspended belief, you always harbor a thought that it can happen.

in a short period of time, we agreed to meet. finally.

Last Tango In Paris Movie Trailer

Movie Review Summary From The New York Times

In Bernardo Bertolucci's art-house classic, Marlon Brando delivers one of his characteristically idiosyncratic performances as Paul, a middle-aged American in "emotional exile" who comes to Paris when his estranged wife commits suicide. Chancing to meet young Frenchwoman Jeanne (Maria Schneider), Paul enters into a sadomasochistic, carnal relationship with her, indirectly attacking the hypocrisy all around him through his raw, outrageous sexual behavior. Paul also hopes to purge himself of his own feelings of guilt, brilliantly (and profanely) articulated in a largely ad-libbed monologue at his wife's coffin. If the sexual content in Last Tango is uncomfortably explicit (once seen, the infamous "butter scene" is never forgotten), the combination of Brando's acting, Bertolucci's direction, Vittorio Storaro's cinematography, and Gato Barbieri's music is unbeatable, creating one of the classic European art movies of the 1970s, albeit one that is not for all viewers. ~ Hal Erickson

Movie : Last Tango In Paris

"Last Tango In Paris" is a movie classic by the great Bernardo Bertolucci with the great Marlon Brando as lead male actor. it was shown to critical acclaim in the 70s. and it is one of the sexiest movies ever made. i first read it as a book but the movie is much more fascinating, completely sexy, complete abandon and surrender to lust.

if you liked that scene in "The Postman Always Rings Twice", this one, "Last Tango In Paris" is to die for.



gato barbieri's "last tango in paris"

this is music in that movie by gato barbieri. gato barbieri is one of my favorite jazz musicians and this song i like very much, one of my favorite jazz pieces. i did not know until now that the title of the song is "last tango in paris" and that it is in the movie of the same title!

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franc0: you are touching your pusi now? how? did
you slide your hand under your indies to touch it?

niNa: you're torturing me franco...

i wanted to say, we can stop the torture by meeting tonight, actually even that very moment. she was 20 minutes away from me. to free up the intensity that i knew she was feeling and the same thing that was fast building up on me. then i wondered if my video camera has its batteries fully charged and if i had blank dvds for it. i knew i had blank dvds with me but wasn't sure about the batteries. it takes an hour to recharge it. and i thought, well this one will be unrecorded. but promised myself from this time on, i would have the batteries of the video cam always charged. just in case...

franc0: want me to touch it for you? marunong din ako
non.

niNa: wish you're beside me right now...

franc0: ohhh thats so sweet.

if i was, i cant guarantee id be just beside you, i know i cant stop being all over you...

looking to touch parts of your body that you will enjoy me touching....

niNa: yeah, i know... i smell another FR coming from you...

franc0: will you let me do things to you? let me look for parts in your body to make you feel good? tapos post natin? ha ha

niNa: tara?

that was a clear invitation. and it wasn't the first time she had invited me. in fact all this started with her making the first move. the invitation to have sex came from her first. how could i refuse? or not want it? i had been reading her post and it was as any male would feel, she was one of those that came off as very sensual and sexual. i felt lucky that of all the men who had PMd her, it was me she had asked to have sex with her.

i couldn't wait to taste her. to make her feel how much of a woman she was. and the kind and amount of desire i have for her. what made it even more smouldering was that aside from her desire for us to video tape what we would do, she was willing to post an FR in InP of what we will do. do i need to get an alternick for that? haha

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she wanted to moan, but couldn't because she was in her office. i didn't know if she had a cube, in a room or just a table in an open space. but the thought of her exchanging these PMs with me, getting her to imagine and get her to feel lust was amazing. my thoughts were jumping from what i wanted to make her feel to what we could be doing when we meet was confusing me. i wanted both at the same time, here, now. i wanted her to go to another level.

franc0: awww that's so sexy for you to say! you just made me harder now. what are you doing to me?

ill ask you to do something- right after reading this, touch your pusi over your clothes and moan for me. imagine i did the touching of your pusi over your clothes...

do it, now!

i wondered, rather hoped that she had blocked out where she was and just focused on what we were doing. i wish she was on the phone with me, to hear her voice. to sense the change the change her voice when she crossed over to lust.

niNa: i'm feeling myself now.... it makes me weak...

h1. a love poem to my sensual barok

franc0: shhhh.....enjoy the moment.......are you wet enough that it wants a finger inside it?

niNa: yeah....

a visual appeared in my mind, niNa was on her desk at her office, reading the story and her eyes were both transfixed on the monitor and at the same time squinting and a bit glassy eyed showing the wetness that she felt between her legs.

this was niNa, the woman who would post many of her sexual exploits in InP explicit in most, adventurous in some but out and out horny getting wet by reading my story and exchanging lust pms with me. niNa just told me her pusi was wet at that moment.

we were on the internet and i wished there was a way to know. if she was with me, i would probably see it in her eyes, or the way she parted her lips. i would even most probably caress her, and touch her there to let my finger feel the wetness first hand. i couldn't do that here. i needed to rely on what sends me. if you think of it, the lust we read in pms is the sounds of the lust our minds give out. there's no way to know, we need to apply a certain amount of suspended belief and i suppose trust that what she wrote was what she actually felt.

franc0: if i looked at your undies, will i find it wet? is it wet enough that after a finger, it will gladly accept a tongue?

one way to know if what she felt was real was to push it further. to get her to open herself up and get her deeper into her lust. i knew from her post she was not much of a writer, too simple words, simple thoughts, no poetry, just plain language, but i had to know. and maybe, because we were talking about the lust she felt, she will be able to say it in better ways, much more than her usual style of writing. she was a woman who knew lust very well. maybe that will make her write better.

niNa: reading your reply makes me want to moan.. as
if you were doing the exact thing to me... as im reading it...

and it happened somewhat. reading what i write to her made her want to moan. that was poetic. her lust made her better with words. my niNa....

g1. a love poem to my sensual barok

niNa: of course sweetie... im getting wet already... i swear!

franc0: the thought of you is making me even hard...

niNa: i hate you! i never pm anyone like this before... you're one of a kind franco... your gurl is so lucky.... and I envy her heheheh!

"i never pm anyone like this before" - i guess i should take comfort in her saying she does pm other men, but she has not sent someone a lust pm before me. being human, it made me wonder how many men she has pm'ed before. but all that human doubt (jealousy?) disappeared when her words lit a few fires inside of me. its a confusing moment for ordinary humans like me - all sorts of emotions tumbling down invisible hills above of me. and they hit each other in the process that caused all new emotions. my mind was swimming in a sea of wetness that she was feeling. it made me feel it wasn't enough to feel her wetness in my fingers, my mouth seemed to be most appropriate. i knew i was jumping ahead way too much than what she has sent to me in pm, but the lust i felt for her got the better of me and ran ahead of me in a much faster pace than my mind can say stop.

i knew i lusted for her. and i wanted to feel her lust too, my, niNa.