Being Drawn Back To Lyssa – Mad Chaos: July 19, 1998

Saturday night at Motel Formule One with Lyssa, I was up until 2am, awake with my hands firmly around Lyssa, as hers were also.  Finally I got some shut eye.  But I awoke again at 4am, and then continuously through the early morning.  Up until 8am when the alarm woke us up I only received four hours of slumber at the most.  Waking our tired eyes up, I turned the alarm off.

Continuing The Morning Pleasure

Lyssa had no recollection of the alarm going off.  She didn’t even talk in her sleep last night, but she did look cute with her face cuddled up on the pillow.  Lyssa then informed me that she had drooled on my neck the night before.  She wiped it off.  

Knowing we were still aroused, Lyssa and I tried to have quick sex, but Lyssa was just too sore down there.  Instead, Lyssa and I had a shower together in a small plastic tub that had enough water at any one time to wet your shoulder.  The bath was so stupidly constructed and compact that any slight movement would either turn the water off or change it to a different temperature.  Lyssa brought the shampoo we stole from the Novotel, a mint smelling shampoo and conditioner.

Once done and dry, we jumped back into bed and eagerly contemplated a position I was imagining last night.  Not involving sex, let me just say you have to face away from each other and both of you receive oral, nuff said.  This position is great.  But as Lyssa and I found out (me finding out more), the angles we were working with weren’t that pleasurable.  To me it felt oversensitive.  It would be discomforting but still pleasurable (though not enough to go off).  For Lyssa, I was in full view of my action.  As liberating as that seemed, Lyssa wasn’t receiving the right stimulus also.  

After half an hour of our turntable pleasure I stopped and started on Lyssa.  Because Lyssa and I had worked up such an appetite already, Lyssa didn’t take that long to finish herself and a good night off.  When Lyssa was finished rolling around in excitement, she crawled over to me.

Now I must say that angles that Lyssa puts me through (angles that we both know are very beneficial to my pleasure) are one for a carnal appetite.  

Below me but with her eyes facing me, Lyssa likes to twist and turn my apparatus while sucking like a lollipop.

What’s more, when my rod is almost parallel to my body (when she bends that sucker all the way down) there is so much friction with each handful that it would drive a small army wild at any given time.  This coupled with the sucking power of a Hoover vacuum cleaner makes for great pleasure, and boy did I receive it!  

Morning Fast Food Breakfast 

Adding up for the night, Lyssa received four pleasurable orgasms while I enjoyed myself twice.  There was quality as well as quantity last night, and plenty of it.

Luckily I didn’t release (or even consider releasing) when I was inside of Lyssa.  Even though I would have withdrawn long before, you can never be too careful.  

When I had given Lyssa her final encounter last night I was just about to release but it was stopped short because Lyssa was in pain and drying up as a result.

This morning as we walked out of the motel, the lady at reception asked us once again what room we were in.  Lyssa and I thought that she would probably inspect the room herself, dumb bitch.  

Imagining McDonald’s the night before, because we didn’t bring much food we were hungry.  Lyssa and I brought bananas and syrup last night, which was for our sexual activities, but it didn’t end up happening.  Lyssa thought the syrup would be too sticky.

Buying pancakes, a drink, a burger and a hash brown for myself, we sat down and started on our food.  Speaking of the night just passed, both of us weren’t depressed or guilty about the happenings.  We were just worried that someone would see us on the way home.  

Watch Movies At Lyssa’s House

When we finished our meal it was time to head off.  The original plan was that I head home.  But both of us didn’t feel like that.  Lyssa invited me to her house, persuading me with renting a movie, I was happy to oblige.  After all, I didn’t want the night to end yet also.  It would seem abrupt to just separate our ties and head home.  Seeming more natural that I headed for Lyssa’s house, it was a good choice, as both of us felt happy when we said our good-byes.

Renting ‘Major Pain’ and ‘CB4’ we headed for Lyssa’s house.  We noticed Carleigh’s car parked out the front.  Knowing the drill, we had the door opened for us and wondered if Kuper would think anything of our togetherness.  Nope, nothing.  Without a shirt, he walked back to his room where Carleigh was waiting.  

Lyssa and I had something to drink.  As Carleigh and Kuper woke up, we put the video ‘Major Pain’ on.  

Carleigh came out and said hello.  Then they hung around for a bit, conversing.  They left to get themselves some food, but not before Lyssa’s mum came home.  None of this activity really bothered me, but I was thinking what their thoughts would be.  Most probably, they were all thinking that Lyssa and I were on the path of getting back together.

Buckle From Complete Exhaustion

When ‘Major Pain’ was over (which Lyssa wasn’t all that interested in) we had something to eat and then sat outside.  

The sun was draining my energy.  I was fighting to keep my eyes open.  Seeing this, Lyssa told me she has something to show me in her room.  That was only a ploy so that we could go to sleep because we were both tired.  We were supposed to be friends now, but we felt obliged sleeping in the same bed together again.  

Although not as adventurous as before, I only placed my arm under her head, as we lay to sleep.  So tired I was that I fell fast asleep and woke up ten minutes later thinking it was an hour.  

The phone rang three times.  All those times I woke up and warned Lyssa.  Still half asleep, Lyssa would answer the phone so no one walked into the room to spot us.  The first and second time it was Kiley on the phone.  The third it was for her mum.

Feeling I Should Have Listened More

Waking up at 4:30pm, we watched the last movie ‘CB4’ with the company of Kuper and Carleigh.  Lyssa and I were semi attached, touching legs.  

For the whole day, Lyssa was complaining that she had an ear ache.  Then she started getting a headache.  But I’m stupid or dumb.  I never really acknowledge this the way I should.  Sure we were supposed to be friends after that but I could have cared some more.  

When I was with Lyssa I never really listened to her.  When Lyssa would have a headache I would count that as an excuse.  But when she would visit the doctor an hour later with her mum, I would feel bad.  Once I left and waved Lyssa goodbye from the back porch she was on her way within half an hour to a doctor who prescribed her some tablets.  Now I feel bad, I could have been more sympathetic.  I’m sorry Lyssa (Formal Apology).

As the movie finished, Lyssa’s dinner was being made.  I was asked if I was staying for dinner but I had to leave.  It was getting dark.

When I left Lyssa’s house by the way, I gave her a kiss on the lips because I thought it was right.  

A Section For Diary Notes

On my way home I was thinking of all the gossip I could write in this Diary.  These days whenever an idea comes to mind while I’m writing in my Diary I will take it to the end of the page and write the idea down.  Once that idea has been expressed I will erase it from the page until my day is done.  Maybe that’s why my entries are so long these days.  

Lyssa asked me to quote something in my Diary though so here is the quote “Hello Sweet Pea”.  The reason for this remark is that I used to be Lyssa’s ‘Sweet Pea’ so why not continue tradition in my Diary.

Make More Plans With Lyssa

When I arrived home, while I typed out some of my Diary I tried calling Lyssa.  But she was at the doctors.  

It’s been a couple of hours now since I’ve written last, when I was abruptly stopped.  I had something to eat.  Then Lyssa called me back after an hour.  We remained on the phone talking for an hour.  Needless to say, Lyssa and I want to repeat last night another time down the track.  

“Last night felt great.  We should do that again.  It would be nice to do something on my birthday next month.  We could rent another hotel room,” she mentioned casual sex.  

“I miss the old times,” Lyssa expressed, “But I also know what I am getting into.”

We did not make it a concrete plan.  From now until then I’m not sure what could happen, but I wouldn’t put it off.  With Lyssa working out in the gym three days a week now and things cooling down, that might be a good solution.

Saying goodnight to each other, we hung up at 9:30pm. 

Imad’s Conference Call With Girls

When I was just about to work on my Diary again, Imad called.  Filling up the space from when Imad called me, he was on call conference while he was at work.  A chick that keeps calling him at work had it on her phone so he decided to give my number to the girl so she could call me up.  At first I was puzzled, but it only took me a second or two to figure out the plot.

From my memory the girls were called Trysta and Maxxy or some fucked up name.  Maxxy laughed like an annoying Kookaburra, or just imagine the noise a seal makes and then repeat it over itself a couple of times (Ghuhh, Gnuhh, Gnuhh).  

Chucking me into the midst of their conversation I found out that Trysta likes Imad, so she was playing it quiet.  On the other hand Maxxy was being rude and obnoxious in her tone so I decided to have some fun.

With my computer already on I jumped onto it.

“Be careful with him,” he warned the girls.  “He has a short temper.  If he gets angry, then watch out.”

Phone Phreaking The Girls

Imad also told them I’m a phone phreak.  That gave me the idea to take out my microphone, which is always close to hand for recording.  Placing it onto the receiver on the phone I turned the volume up enough so I could hear it and then started to record.

Just recording them at the start I waited until the obnoxious girl started talking.  You could tell she was a tramp by asking me how big my balls were.  She told me she doesn’t like hairy guys.  What that tells me is she is a wannabe slut that can’t get any but can’t get enough of getting none.  That’s why she’s on the phone and not with Imad.  

Taping Maxxy’s vexatious laugh I chucked it onto my editing program and added a chorus effect as well as repeating it.  Whenever she was being annoying over the phone I would play back her disturbing laugh.  She wasn’t too pleased.

For a while Maxxy shut her trap up.  I was being nice to them for a while.  Normally I wouldn’t care when I was talking on the phone, but tonight I wanted to be a prick, only to the bitch though, to Maxxy.  Not going all the way, I could have intimidated Trysta if I wanted to but I chose not to.  

Feeding lies to the girls I then got Maxxy cooperating with my questions.  That wasn’t for long.  Imad had to close shop and hang up.  I was going to hang up also but the girls wanted me to stay on.  Over my better judgment, I thought I would wreck their lives some more.  

Maxxy started being a bitch.  Then I basically called her a slut over the phone for her need of big balls.  I then humiliated her with her annoying voice that I recorded on my computer.

There I was yelling with Maxxy.  Being a call conference, Trysta was trying to break it up.  Trysta then called Imad back to tell him.  Then the girls had a talk themselves putting me on hold.  Being the chickens they were, they were too afraid to answer the call waiting.  So after a couple of minutes I jumped off the phone and called Imad.

Imad was closing shop so I talked to him for a couple of minutes about what had just happened.  I was laughing.  Imad then told me he hasn’t slept for two days and was headed home to crash.  

Hanging up the phone I tried to start writing in my Diary once again.  But the mood was gone, and my literature wasn’t proper.  So, I played a game or two, waited fifteen minutes and here I am.

Confused About Second Dedications CD

I started my work on the Diary.  Knowing that it would be wrong to call Jewell tonight I’ll postpone it until tomorrow some time.  Now I’m wondering if I should even say to Jewell some excuse of what I had done on the weekend to not give her a call, but she never told me when to call her.  She just said to call her.  I made it pretty obvious that I would call on Saturday night but I was so confused and busy, I didn’t know what time Jewell would be coming home.

The CD that I’m making for Jewell is starting to look like a bad idea.  Knowing that it was dealt in times of fantasy and acted upon instinct to fuel my fantasy, there is a reality within, but should it be sent out?  The answer must be yes whichever way, because I have spent too much time and money now into this project.  Every day of thought I look upon the idea of the CD and think to myself, “Is it really worth it?” I wonder how Jewell will accept it?  What will be the response?

Now that I have to pay my Optus Bill as a result of being called by them, I have to halt the production of the voiceovers for at least a month until I have paid off my dues.  That is a good idea and turnaround as it gives me some time to think.  This would in turn be after Lyssa’s birthday when I thought it would have been best to break up with Lyssa, or even in September.

Way before this Lyssa told me that she doesn’t really have any say in what happens.  That makes me feel bad once again.  I’d like to think it wasn’t true because I never really had that much of a say when she broke up with me.  Lyssa probably wasn’t expecting me to plead for her back.  I was shocked and did try to change her mind, but she was keen.

Now as the night ends and the time dawns into 3am, I am starting to lose sincerity in the muscles of my eyes.  They are starting to drape on me.  It’s only a matter of time before I become sleepy and tired.  But I already am, so what’s keeping me?  Well that’s simple… this last line in my Diary for tonight.  Goodnight.