Desiderata Poem Mga Nobela at Kwento

Marami silang dapat pag-usapan pero hindi siya nito hinarap. Bumalik siya sa bahay niya at muling uminom mag-isa. Nakaramdam siya ng konsensya sa nangyari sa kanila ni Grazie. Sinamantala niya ang dalaga. Pero gusto niya ang nangyari sa kanila. The fact, na siya ang nakauna sa dalaga. Ang sarap sa pakiramdam. Masaya siya pero mali. Naguguluhan tuloy siya. Mahalaga sa kan'ya ang mag-ina niya. Sa huli, mag-ina niya talaga ang pipiliin niya kaya nakaramdam siya ng konsensya. Pero hindi niya kasi maintindihan ang sarili. Gusto niya si Grazie pero hindi niya mabitawan si Ira, so he is devastated now.

Pero sa pananalita naman nga ni Desiree, si Sophia naman ay maganda, mahusay, napakagling, makapangyarihan at halos perpekto na. Ngayon lang nga nakita ni Dexter ng personal si Sophia— ang babaeng matagal nang pinag-uusapan. Tunay nga na bihira ang ganitong kagandahan. Sa tagal ng panahon ay hindi pa nga siya nakakita ng kagandahan na mas humigit pa sa taglay ni Sophia at lalo na nga sa kanyang mga mata na parang may mga lihim na istoryang nakatago.

So near. Mas lalo ko siyang idiniin sa pagkababae ko. Para na akong mababaliw sa sobrang sarap na hirap na akong pigilan pa ang sarili ko. Wala na ako sa tamang pag iisip para magkaroon pa ng pake sa kanya. All I want in this very moment is my climax. I fucking want to reach it. Mas lalo akong mababaliw kung hindi. "Ahhh!"

Damn it, I should not be here if my plans did not go wrong. I can't still walk properly, but when I saw Claribel, I gritted my teeth. This woman is the reason I met Kat. She insisted that I read a novel because she wanted us to do what the characters were doing. I did; well, that was one of my best sex, but I got curious about the author. With my money, I easily find her, but when I see her, I can't help but fantasize about her. I want her. She's fucking pretty and delectable. Maybe she is better than Claribel because she can write those scenes.

Kasal na kami at hindi na gaya ng dati. My plan is in place. Ang kailangan lang ay unti-untiin ko ito hanggang sa maalala nito ang mga nangyari. All I got to do now is be wary of her and what her presence can do to me and it definitely is not love. Lust may be, she was soft to my touch, her delicate body is one of a kind, and that's it. For everything to work, it shouldn't concern my heart.

Geek no more. I am now seeing a living Greek God in nude state. Holy Christ! My mouth runs dry as if I was rooted at Sahara desert for years. "Y—you?"

Mild angry? I just shrugged at her, hoping that she will take it as a sign that I do not wish to answer her question and that she would just leave me alone. Kasi seryoso, nasa dugo ba nila ang maging mapang-asar? "Cause you know, you're bagay. You and my cousin," she suddenly said which made me shocked. She only gave one look at my expression and continued like she did not care what I think about what she think, "And as you may know, I am looking for two models that I can photograph. There are many couples out there but they are too basic and they look like plain vanilla ice cream. But you and my cousin looked like a charcoal ice cream. You've heard of that, right?"

Warning⚠️ (SPG) Mahina akong napadaing dahil sa maiinit na patak ng halik ang pumapaligid sa mukha ko. I felt a familiar sensual touch that I always desired. There I was an empty piece of a shell, Just minding my own world; Without even knowing what love and life were all about. Dahan-dahan akong nagmulat ng mata nang marinig ang liriko na kaniyang binibigkas. Napasinghap ako nang mabungaran ang mukha niyang nakatapat sa akin.

My body reacted before my mind could even process it, trembling under the weight of his touch, craving him, needing him. His hand slid over my chest, kneading and teasing, fingers pressing into me as if memorizing every curve, every hollow, every inch of my skin. Heat pooled low in my belly, making me arch involuntarily toward him, desperate for more contact. Each touch was a slow, intoxicating burn, and I could feel his own desire pressing insistently against me, every movement deliberate, every caress claiming me.

Walang paglapit na hindi dapat. Pero habang nakaupo siya sa tapat ko, pagod at mas buhay kaysa dati, naisip kong baka ito rin ang ibig sabihin ng pagmamahal na hindi makasarili: ang matutong matuwa kapag ang taong gusto mo ay unti-unting nagkakaroon ng mundong hindi ikaw ang sentro. Maya-maya, nag-vibrate ang phone niya.