The Issue Of Oral Sex
Sunday morning arrived (which would officially be this day). We woke up late again. When the morning came and I discussed the dream with Lyssa, she didn’t remember. Lyssa only remembered when I kept asking her who I was. Lyssa got angry and turned away from me because she knew and just wanted to go back to sleep.
Sleeping in, Lyssa had a small idea in her head of visiting East Hills again or going for a walk, I had plans of visiting the City to listen to Evail or to visit the ‘Sexpo’. None of those plans happened. Shawn, Tatton and I didn’t end up seeing Sexpo. Maybe Shawn and Tatton ended up going when it started at 7pm. It would have been great from all the hype I heard of it.
Lyssa and I bummed around for a while in the morning instead. Turning the television on, Lyssa started mucking around with me. As soon as she started rubbing up and down on my finger, she realized I might be thinking about oral. Lyssa quickly stopped and turned to watch television, trying hard to pay attention to it. Lyssa was trying to avoid something I could tell because straight away after she stopped, in an unsure way she asked if I wanted to have sex.
So early after last night’s ordeal I didn’t think Lyssa was serious, so I said no. What I had wanted was some oral and Lyssa was acting like she didn’t want to. After the arguments we had before where she reassured me so much that she didn’t have a problem with going down there, here she is trying to avoid it.
When Lyssa lies I can tell by the way she acts. I’m sure Lyssa can tell when I’m lying also but she doesn’t want to test me. I’ve only tested Lyssa once, when I thought she lied about talking to someone on the phone rather than Velda. I’m sure there are more things that Lyssa has done that I don’t know of. I have also, but we just don’t ask each other.
Lyssa Makes A Reluctant Offer
Persistent I was in getting satisfied. When I approached her she didn’t sound too keen on oral. She told me that she wouldn’t be getting anything out of it. Having a shower I reassured her that after what she would give to me, I would give back to her.
Because I could sense Lyssa wasn’t too enthusiastic about what she was doing, I didn’t want to carry on. Lyssa went down on me, and because Lyssa was persistent in telling me not to take too long I was hurried. Things involving foreplay shouldn’t be hurried. Like love, these things should take their own turn of time, not be given a time limit. I don’t sit there and complain about how long I’m down on Lyssa or how sore my mouth is. I try and keep Lyssa aroused.
After I was finished I lay on the ground with a blank expression on my face looking at the ceiling. All throughout her oral, she didn’t look too impressed and didn’t look like she was trying to live for the moment when I looked at her. Lyssa dampened my mood henceforth but I thought I owed Lyssa something in return.
Having a shower, a couple of minutes later we both stripped down on the waterbed. When I was fully rejuvenated Lyssa and I were at it again. Today we were using mirrors in our favor. Lyssa wasn’t afraid to reveal all and experiment. Once again we varied positions. But at the end of it all, I’m not sure Lyssa really enjoyed herself. I always make her orgasm but I guess it wasn’t as loud because my parents were downstairs and the sound would have traveled.
While Lyssa and I were getting dressed my mum tried opening the door that we always lock during these times. Luckily enough I ducked out of the way when she opened the door while Lyssa ducked under the covers with nothing on. My mum realized the door was closed for a reason and headed upstairs.
After Lyssa and I were busted by my mum, we both didn’t want to have showers because we were embarrassed we might have been seen. Dumping the evidence in the toilet, Lyssa got ready to go home, as it was around 4pm.
Too Broke To Buy Bus Tickets
Putting some clothes on, we put some shoes on and started heading to Campbelltown. I was walking Lyssa because she had no money to catch a bus. Lyssa only had enough money to catch a bus from Leumeah.
Walking to Bradbury shops I was mucking around with Lyssa and swearing at her into the shops. Denim was there (his dad owns Olympus Gym). He was sitting there with a friend. As I turned the corner I said hello to him. I felt somewhat embarrassed, but not as much as Lyssa probably felt. Dropping the movie off, we headed for Campbelltown station.
Reaching the station, we noticed that track work was happening and there was no possibility of collecting a train home for Lyssa. With no money to catch a bus home from Campbelltown we were stuck. I told Lyssa to just ask the driver if he would accept the money she had or just jump on a state rail bus (because they don’t care if you have a ticket or don’t) but Lyssa didn’t want to. Because of that her bus had left. I started to get frustrated because that was her only hope.
Lyssa’s Mum Saves The Day
Lyssa decided to try her mum. Suspiciously she was understanding and was coming to pick her up. Lyssa and I waited on the steps of the court until Lyssa’s mum came. I gave Lyssa a kiss before her mum came. Her mum might have seen as she was pulling up. Waving goodbye to Lyssa I began my walk home.
Using a public payphone I tried calling Imad but he was on his way to Route 66 with the redhead. Having no lift home I was lucky to find a phone card with $4 worth of credit in the payphone, so I took that and headed home.
At home I brought down the food from upstairs. Before starting I called Ali. Ali was with Penelope, alone at his house. When does that happen? Understanding the likeliness of that occurring, I told him to call me back later and went back to eating.
Lyssa Tired Of Work
Later Lyssa gave me a call as we talked about her working tomorrow. Lyssa is getting tired of working now. She tells me she wants a holiday for a week to get away from it.
Lyssa and I talked twice tonight for around an hour before Lyssa had to leave to get to sleep. Where did the weekend go? Most of it was in my room.
Lyssa is now happily sleeping in her room while I type in my room a couple of pages before I end this chapter of my life. It’s astonishing to see that I’ve written 137 pages worth of text this month. When you think about it, an hour or two a day, it would have taken me 40 hours to complete typing this month. I gather this has probably been my longest month. It’s been a great month. As I cap off another month, I have nothing to forward for the days to come. All I can say is I hope, and I believe.
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
