Mahal Kong Ina Tula Novels & Stories

Sa ganoong isipin laging nagiging payapa si Tala. Ipinanganak at lumaki si Tala sa Almaraia, isa sa pinakamaliit at malayong barangay sa bayan ng Anda, probinsya ng Bohol. Pero sa Buenasuerte siya ikakasal kung saan lumaki ang kanyang inang si Mahalia. Sa sobrang layo ng Anda sa Tagbilaran, hindi ito madaling puntahan ng mga turista kaya naman nanatiling makaluma at tradisyonal ang maliliit pero mga prominenteng barangay ng iba’t ibang katutubo roon.

Pula HINDI ko na mabilang kung ilang araw at gabi ko nang nakakapiling ang mga matatayog na sanga at damong aking hinihigaan at inuupuan, mga basang lupa at putik na tila nagiging parte na ng aming mga hapong mga katawan. Nagiging bahagi kami ng mundong itong na nasa kasulok-sulukan ng kagubatan at sa nakalululang tuktok ng kabundukan ng Sierra Madre na minsan ng naging alamat sa mga kwento ng kakamanghang pagkilala rito. Isang mahabang kabundukang nilikha umano ng mga kakaibang elemento at pinamamahayan ito ng mga kakila-kilabot na mga nilalang na siyang naghahari harian umano ng mahabang panahon at sa aming kaisipa'y sumasabit dito ang pagkamangha sa lugar na yaon. Naging panang-galang an

There's also Tula, Lu, and Thames, and they spot us and wave. "You alright?" asks Hala to Machiv. "Yes. Very shook, but alright," says Machiv, and Tula holds up a compact in front of him while he fixes his hair. "Why is that Ford kid all over you?" asks Syl jealously. "He just likes to talk to me," answers Machiv, and thanks Tula for the compact which she stows, "I'm sure I could've handled that better." "Well, I'll take that as a thank-you," says Hila with a laugh.

The water was glistening with sweat, oil, and the sweet juices of the island. Tula pointed her finger toward a tall, muscular man who was currently leaning over a woman near the bushes, his thick shaft sliding deeply inside her. "Look at him over there," Tula murmured, her lips curving into a wicked smile. "That man is my absolute favorite cock on this island. He fucks so incredibly good, Kess. His rhythm is like magic." She turned back to me, noticing my shocked expression. "Of course, your preferences can differ. You might like them thicker, or longer, like Bako."