Hotel Room 313 With Lyssa – Mad Chaos: July 19, 1998

Every day I walk around the streets, do the things I do, and every night I jump onto this Diary and repeat the day’s actions in words.  Why do I do this? I don’t really know.  But it keeps me busy, and I guess it helps me think about my problems as I write them down.  There could be a philosophical momentum behind all this.  This could be my therapy.

Menstruation Played A Role In Break Up

That little episode of a Diary last night in my dying moments of time, I had to rush and was in a hurry to leave my house.  In a way, I was clearing my mind but I know I’m weak and my body doesn’t hold enough resistance to my needs.  Although, even though I done something wrong that would affect the triangle and mess feelings up, I’m not ashamed and am not regretful for the damage I done last night by sleeping with Lyssa.

It was all happening so suddenly and came as a surprise to me, just like when Lyssa told me her periods had an effect on her dumping me.  You see, one day before Lyssa’s periods she gets really stressed.  Thus history was foretold.  But if it wasn’t that day then it would have dragged on.

The Love Triangle

I’m real confused, as my part in the triangle, the only part that knows what’s going on with all parties involved.  My thoughts on the ‘Triangle’ issue is that if I didn’t break up with Lyssa and see what would happen I would have lived a life of “What If” and would never have known my reality, living in the shadows of my mind like I was when I was talking to Jewell while being with Lyssa.

Now I can finally see if it will ever feel right with anyone else apart from Lyssa.  Being with her last night, I found it hard to believe that I could find anyone as humbled as Lyssa has been to my life.  It’s kind of hard to imagine me being with anyone else, and not only having fun with each other but also being affectionate in the same way.  

Sure I can go pick up a ho and fuck her, but that’s a cemented root, no emotions within the dried up sands that hold together the pieces.

So as I was trying to write my story last night in my Diary I was rushed.  

On a quick schedule, I walked back downstairs to start writing in my Diary knowing that my dad wanted to get home as fast as possible.  As you can see, there wasn’t much written in my Diary mostly due to the fact that I didn’t have much time, but partly due to the fact that my computer is slow and it took a minute or more to actually get this program up.  

When I started writing in my diary, my dad had already reversed the car out of the garage, so I had to be quick.  Turning my computer off, I quickly checked my room and then began my walk to the car.

Thoughts At A Million Miles An Hour

On the way to Campbelltown I didn’t talk to my dad much mainly because there were so many thoughts running through my head.  

“Is this a good thing I’m doing?”

“I should have called Jewell tonight.”

“I’ll give Jewell a call from Campbelltown.”

“Maybe I should just cancel the whole thing?”

“What can I accomplish tonight?”  

“Jett is showing up to my house later.  What are my excuses going to be when I call them up tomorrow?”  

This is only a fraction of my thought process as it continually kept repeating.  Nearing Campbelltown, I knew this was wrong but it felt so right.

Lyssa Tells Her Friends Our Plans

Thanking my dad, I jumped out of the car at the bank.  A dude walked up to me and asked me for some change because his car had run out of petrol.   Bothered because I was in a hurry, I threw some change his way making sure I saved enough for a phone call to Lyssa.  

When he was out of sight, I took $50 out of the bank and then headed for Campbelltown station.  Lyssa wasn’t on the pill anymore.  Taking this into consideration as both our consciences, I visited a chemist.  Being 6pm and dark, I was lucky to find a place.  I walked in and calmly picked a twelve pack of condoms, paid and then left.  

Jumping onto the train to Leumeah I waked to the other side and then called Lyssa on the phone.

“I am about to jump in the shower and get ready,” Lyssa said.

“Make sure to wear a skirt, G-String, tight pants, and tight top,” I rattled off all the essentials to increase my libido.  

“Okay.  Give me half an hour and then walk up to my house to meet me, because I don’t want to be seen without makeup.”

“Okay.  What happened with Penelope?”

“I called Penelope up.  She put me onto Ali.   I told Ali that I was going to spend the night with you, but just as friends.  He was supportive of my thoughts.  They were just happy that we could still be friends and go out with each other.”  

“That’s good.  Don’t worry so much,” I sent positive reinforcement Lyssa’s way.  

Little did they know our derisive plans.

Heightened Sexual Desire At The Station

For half an hour, I sat at the station.  The people around me heightened my sexual desire.  On the other side of the track there was this pretty blonde.  Her only problem was that she had a guy that looked like he just came off the streets.  He looked like a bum, and then there’s her.  She wasn’t all that flash either but she was too pretty for him.  

Dimming my sensations, she started sipping on whiskey or something, as if they were homeless.  So I diverted my attention to the mass building up in front of me.  

At first there were two guys and two girls.  One of them with a floral skirt on had a nice face.  All of them were around 22 years of age.  The mob kept growing in numbers.  At the end there were about six girls there.  Most of them were ordinary but it heightened my fantasies and thoughts.

Twenty minutes passed.  I jumped up and began my hurried walk to Lyssa’s house.  There were no missed steps about it.  The pace was wearing a hole in my shoes.  You can tell by now that I needed some attention or I just felt real horny.  Taking me ten minutes to walk to Lyssa’s house, thoughts were still running through my mind.

Naughty At Lyssa’s House

Ringing her doorbell, she answered the door.  Cheeky smiles adorned both our faces.  

Turning back with her hair wet and a singlet under one of her tight button up tops, I could see the cleavage I had been handling for over a year.  

I was infatuated.  Lyssa kept preparing herself.  Only having a meat pie to eat for the whole day, I prepared myself something.

Lyssa commented on how horny I must be, as I kept pinching her butt and squeezing her boobs with the occasional spanking.  Lyssa was too shy and embarrassed to look at me, so I gave her a big hug.  

Sitting down at the table I started eating, as Lyssa called a Taxi.  Neither of us wanted to be seen, so we weren’t taking risks by walking the distance.  

Finishing up my food, Lyssa and I sat on the front steps waiting for the taxi, which was there in a minute.

Enter Hotel Room 313

Concealing our trip to the motel we jumped out in a sprinkle of rain.  Having booked the room already, we walked into reception.  Lyssa brought some clothes to change into and a bag of goodies.  The lady at reception was starting to aggravate us.  All we wanted to do was walk into the room, but she kept blabbering on and asking us stupid questions.  

Lyssa had a stern look on her face.  She couldn’t believe we were being treated like kids who were going to trash and burn the room down.  Feeling like spitting in her direction, I held back because if I did that, we wouldn’t get the room.  We were probably also visiting some other time.

Walking up the Motel stairs to room 313, we came across a vending machine with assortments of items.  Noticing items ranging from condoms to food to combs, I regarded chewing gum as essential.  Chucking some money in, I was having a problem with the buttons.  Pressing the wrong buttons, I knew I made a mistake.  

Seeing the number of the item that just dropped out of the machine I was very disappointed.  I swooped down to grab the single black, plastic comb that was exposed.  Angry about my outcome, I knew I wasn’t going to get any sympathy from the cranny behind reception.  Gritting my teeth, we carried on.

Undressing Each Other

Needing a code to get into the room, the dumb touch screen kept stalling on us.  It was probably so old the computer in it was remarkably slow.  Taking us five minutes to get into our room, we started the television.  

Reminiscing about old times, we lay on the bed, never to leave the room for the night.  When I entered the hotel room I put my arm around Lyssa.  Feeling as natural with Lyssa as the day I was born, I placed all my thoughts out of my head. 

Happily moving closer, we watched some television.  To our delight, there were no good programs.  Looking Lyssa over from my position lying next to her and just above her, she looked delectable.  My teeth couldn’t wait to sink in.  

My hands began to wander, but not too far.  

“Do you want to take your pants off,” I asked.

“Okay,” she was happy to do that.  

With her pants off, I was satisfied that Lyssa was wearing a G-String.  Her bare legs showing looked nice and trim.  

“I shaved my legs for the occasion,” she shared.

“Can you take your pants off,” Lyssa then wanted her part of the bargain met

“Can you help,” needing some satisfaction from the chore, I asked.

Tickled by my request, hands in motion, she proceeded to the zipper on my denim pants, eager to reveal the secret within.  

Sifting through delicately, it didn’t take long to produce the bulge that had been protruding from my pants, releasing it for air.

Being Pleasured Without Interruption

Lyssa was quick to play on the fantasies in my mind.  Knowing we were both there for pleasure she began massaging my erection.  Lyssa was very eager to please.  As my hands continued to search her body in a blind bid to raise some attention of itself, Lyssa became more intense with her actions.  

Without speaking much words, she assumed a welcomed position.  Like a lollipop, well, you know the drill.  Only this time, Lyssa was deranged and excited.  Like there was a brand new flavor in her new lollipop, she had to reap all the rewards and tastes.  

Like there was no tomorrow, Lyssa pleased, and was I elated for that whole time.  Just being pleasured without interruptions or arguments, it felt so good.  My finale was like that of fireworks and a turned on sprinkler. I was everywhere.  

Why I am talking in so much detail?  I’m not sure.  I never really do.  But Saturday night was so jam-packed with erotic pleasure that I can’t miss the opportunity to share.

Return The Favor To Lyssa

After having a small rest there was no stopping me.  Still erect and not flustered about my abilities, I commenced with pleasure for Lyssa.  Engaging my tongue with Lyssa’s in a mad twirl, it dawned on me that Lyssa and I never really kissed in the last few weeks (or even months) leading to our break up.  Both of us must have just been seeing too much of each other, we didn’t get a chance to miss each other.

My tongue ventured over Lyssa’s whole body, starting with her lips, over to her neck, down past her shoulder, caressing her elevated breasts.  

Running my way down to Lyssa’s thighs, I explored, probing every detail, with the flickering of the television being my source of light.  

Lyssa was excited by all my attention, as my tongue then explored, lashing out like a metronome at high speed.  

Lyssa enjoyed my ideal pleasuring.  For half an hour I kept her on the verge of releasing, but I was content with the crackly moans.  

Forgetting to mention, Lyssa had a throat problem from having talked non-stop on Friday night, so hearing her voice soft and cracked up made her look timid, and it sounded arousing to me.

Finally Lyssa was ready to release.  Just as she was about to, I heightened her pleasure considerably by increasing my pulsation.  

Lyssa had to sit there for ten minutes just resting from the pleasure, clutching her legs tightly together and asking for a big hug from me.  Both of us were now pleased.  But that wasn’t the end of it.

Throwing Ourselves Into New Positions

Giving Lyssa just enough time to recuperate from our last outburst I flung Lyssa on top of me.  Then without a condom I started to penetrate.  Because Lyssa was already moist (or should I say drenched with satisfaction) there were no troubles starting.  

In the midst of our passion I came up to kiss Lyssa on the lips.  Remembering that her dampness was all over my chin and lips, I looked Lyssa in her eyes.

“Kiss your juice all off my chin,” I encouraged.  

There we sat, as Lyssa devoured the tasteless moisture and juices from my chin, and then progressed hungrily to my lips.

I placed Lyssa on the table sticking out of the wall.  There I continued my expeditions with her seated and me standing.

“We need to use condoms.  You should put one on,” Lyssa kept cautioning me.  

After some of my positive reinforcement, I came to see reason and opened the box of condoms.

Because I had survived without sex for two weeks, I was extremely large.  For this reason – and that the condoms were either small or wouldn’t roll out – the condoms wouldn’t fit on my pulsating mass of pleasure.  Condoms took the fun out of our continuity.  

After two different attempts Lyssa chucked the condom off in a bid to give up and urged me to join her.  Lyssa was tight, ticklish and tired from the encounter we just had.  So after an hour or more of foreplay we ceased for a rest.  

Lyssa and I were hugging in that time.  Still nothing good was on television.

Finding Spots To Kiss Lyssa

Jumping back into the fray, we began slowly because Lyssa was steaming hot on the outside from my incessant pounding.  We had our slow and calm moments also.  Then Lyssa and I were skin to skin with our body contact, which I thought she would like.

After pausing again, Lyssa asked me to kiss around her shoulder to her neck (the lining of the middle of her Trapezius) because that turned her on.  

“One time when we were doing it, you kept kissing my neck.  You kept at it.  If you didn’t stop suddenly I would have reached orgasm, just from that,” Lyssa confessed.

So, there I commenced with my action, kissing, licking and waving my tongue in a flurry on her Trapezius.  This was greeted with added excitement from Lyssa, as her respiration grew deeper and rapider.

Being on top of me Lyssa also had other pleasures popping in her way.  She took them into great consideration, as they kept clipping her subtly.  Seemingly giving Lyssa a hickey with my actions, Lyssa was going wild.  Just when her breathing had become irregular, I penetrated deeply with my manhood (as they say in the novels these days).  

Lyssa was elated with pleasure, pulsating on top of me, like the reverberation of pumping speakers at a nightclub, tensing up inside of herself and onto me, finishing off as if she was riding a tide of water at the beach.

Lyssa Reaches Her Third Orgasm

Resting for only enough time to regulate her breathing, I began once again at her sweet spot on her neck.  Lyssa was once again elated with passion.  Penetrating Lyssa once again, I burst out with energy nearing Lyssa’s third climax, which was almost continuous from her previous.  Surprised with both our actions and willingness, Lyssa once again purged the walls of pleasure with the purity of water that flowed.  Lyssa was overwhelmed, and without words, breathless for some time.

When Lyssa was done for the third time I kept going for a little longer but flinging her once again on top of me.  Taking myself swiftly out of Lyssa, I had another raunchy plan… to bring my wet pole into Lyssa’s domain of oral.  

Creeping up Lyssa’s body she knew what was happening.  With a sheepish grin, she hesitated.  Considering that we were both flustered with heat, Lyssa took me in, but only once so she could taste it.  Well worth the satisfaction.  

Starting once again, Lyssa was too sensitive.  As much as she tried to hold out, she had to stop.

An Exhausted Lyssa Naps

Lying next to each other, we just talked about the excellent time we just had with each other, and how everything felt so wonderful.  With no clothes on I walked to the window for some fresh air.  Opening the curtain I looked outside from our top story to see if anyone would be at Woodbine McDonald’s.  Our room was right near the fire exit at the end of the corridor on the left.  So far, both rooms we’ve received have been facing the front entrance.  I wonder what the back rooms look upon.

Lyssa and I were going to go once more but Lyssa was so tired from our endeavors and from only sleeping four hours last night.  So it was time to finally rest after such exertion and perspiration in our activities.  

As Lyssa closed her eyes I kept mine open, just taking in all the day’s events.  The light coming into our rooms from all the commercially owned signs out there brought in a glow that reminded me of a jail cell in a movie.  Lyssa looked over at me.  We kissed goodnight, hugged each other and lay intertwined.

“What are you thinking,” Lyssa asked in this instance.

Watching Lyssa with her eyes closed resting so peacefully next to me made me realize the selfish acts I had bestowed into the triangle.  

With this one action tonight I was hurting both people in a way.  Dragging on a relationship that was torn between Lyssa and I (although I have no regrets about what we done) and cheating Jewell out of trust by breaking it.  With that trust broken, I didn’t ring Jewell on Friday night.  I didn’t even have a chance to ring her tonight.  

“Nothing.  Nothing is on my mind,”I replied to Lyssa’s question.

Feeling Torn With Guilt

Lyssa kept looking towards my way as she tried to drift off to sleep, probably also thinking.  Tears did run down my eyes, but I tried to keep them concealed, and I did.  Seeing Lyssa’s face once more, I felt guilty for betraying Lyssa in a way unknown to her, but only in my mind and Jewell’s beliefs.  

Selfish is a word that should be scorned amidst my forehead for an eternity, for I am guilty of that sin.  Not being able to bear the torment anymore, I exploited the tears that ran down my eyes.  At the first sign of me breaking I tried saying “Sorry” to Lyssa.  

Lyssa also started to cry.  

There we lay together.  Lyssa and I both knew this night had to come to an end.  We were sad about that.  But, all grief does come to an end.  After a minute we were glad it was over, relieved of the tension on our shoulders for the time.

Last night I was awake for hours on end.  My eyes would be closed but I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep.  Maybe it was the fact that the pillow was long, hard and stretched across the length of the bed.  Maybe it was because I was worrying about the triangle.  Whatever it was, it kept me from a decent sleep.