Asian Pussy

My rooms had become a scared temple of sex and dreams (sometimes a place to sleep). Recently I have been dreaming of meeting someone of my stature, calm, working and with an ambition for a higher purpose in life besides just having babies and dieing (and likes sex). It’s not easy to find someone completely different but have the same structure in life, feeling the same rhythm you feel and wanting the same things in life you want: Patience is necessary. Well this weekend I meet this chick (asian by the way) and things seemed to be going well for the first couple of hours and then her essence, that things or latency and directives that make us that person we are just swallowed me up and threw me spiraling into a pit of discontinuation.
The outdoor night was cold but my house was warm with mixed emotions and ideas. I sat there shuffling a deck of cards, old and worn by many nights of poker playing with old friends. Now they were being shuffled with someone new, a being sitting in front of me, knowing little about her the cards were dealt like fate usually does when meeting new people. Who would have the right hand and who was playing the right game? Smiles and jokes were fling through the air, each hitting the each others soul, setting that barrier between people to a minimum, ignoring the questions one must ask in real life, now only the pace of our hearts where important.
The lively music played in the background, easing the slice that is usually shared with the aspirating sounds coming from two creatures connecting at an aghast commensurate. As we drew closer and jointed together, locking to each other in sight, smell, touch and sound, with a burst of emotion and wanting we both struck each other, ravishing our bodies and combining them to where our heart beats became one. Lust captivated us.
The next day the game was shorter, each knowing already what we were engaging in. My room was our main source of attraction and we spent it well. As we connected our body fluids and she and I felt that gratification in sexual practice the pot was brewing. The boundaries in the relationship were predetermined; there was no relationship. Then after the orgasm the swelling of liquid, created by the emotionally instability of her being was drawn from her ancient appearing eyes. That very second when I asked her what was wrong she told me “Just let me cry.” I knew what I had become, a monster. Instead of finding out more of this frail soul and why she was so outgoing and so easily entwined with other people, I satisfied my hungering sexuality and ended up in a room ever-closing on me and trapping me in her desolation. I knew then, after two days it had to stop.
So far I have not talked to her, knowing that it will be uncomfortable and confusing for both of us, and the only thing I’m looking forward to is writing a blog about my thanksgiving (I took lots of pictures) and putting up the pictures. So for now just enjoy this pictures and the calm feeling it sent me yesterday, showing the beauty in California in it’s rainy season. Something that lets me know it’s all good-ED.