"I hope I'll be really sane."
He looked at the back at intervals to ascertain if the lady was still tailing him. He couldn't be too sure. He couldn't track her. He couldn't see her. Maybe she was done tracking the trail. Maybe she was already scared of him.
He kept his limbs vexing his instinct. He was really in rage of time. He wanted to get all done quickly and forget that everything was happening to him. He wished that all was but a dream. He simply couldn't handle it anymore. He couldn't.
The eyes of the azure was growing sharper, perhaps sharpened by the blade of the callous clouds. He could feel the heat of the wiles in the depth of his stomach and wanted to catch his breath. He was afraid that he might lose it. He had no time for that.
"I can't touch a thing?"
"You shouldn't have done that you know?" She reached for the bowl on the table. He was jumpy but would not show it. It was better to feign than to give himself away so easily. He knew what he was capable of doing. She took a swig of the soup in the bowl. Twas kinda sapid. Though there was too much seasoning. That's what you get when you leave an amateur to prepare your meal. She dropped the bowl again and looked at him. He didn't know how to convince her. There seemed to be no point in wanting to do that. He should try. "Twas partly because of you, you know." She chuckled. She hadn't thought that being with a human would make her that happy. She hadn't been that happy in a long while. After she had been kicked outta the depth of the sea by the rude Poseidon. He had be
"What do you call that?" He rolled away from her. He had been lying on her for the few past minutes after he was done riding her. The feelings she had extracted were so raw and strong that she didn't want him to stop. She guessed she needed to be considerate. And matter-of-factly, he was the one taking back his favor, he could choose to stop whenever he did want to. His choice. "It's called sex." He turned to her. Twas smelly in there. She had no idea what was offending the apt atmosphere. He didn't seem to bat an eye. He probably was acquainted with such odour and wouldn't make mounting of it of course. He brought his mouth closer to hers and brushed hers. She had no objection to that. He seemed to have a reason for everything he was doing. She could see that in his eyes. H
"Where is the helmet of Jin?" No sooner than the knock came the voice. Ja Lia was sure who that was. Of course, twas one of his brothers. The eldest. He was always upfront because he always wanted to have the greatest part of the share. What a greedy asshole he was. "Don't stop." The lady was still sucking his cock. The pleasure was taunting. She didn't need him to tell her in the first place. She wouldn't stop of course. Even if he did want her to stop, she wouldn't. She was bent on making him feel what she had felt while he was riding her. "Won't you open up now, Ja?" The voice came again. He didn't care. The brother should stand there for all he did care. He was doing what was more important to him. He had never felt that kinda pleasure. Not in a very long time.
"Now, he will take forever to have him here." He looked. The view was plain aside for the beaten sepulchres washed by the rage of rain and insane sun. The strength was odd and if he had no idea of the fact that the tombs were carved from rocks, he probably would had said that the sepulchres would collapse the next day. He had been waiting for Ja Lia. He had looked and tiptoed for all he cared. There was nothing to show for. He wasn't even in the spotlight. Probably he had even forgotten that they would be meeting or he might be hanging out with some ladies. He of course was so given to ladies. The tongue of the sun was latching on him. He wished he could hide somewhere. He was afraid of entering one of the sepulchres. He could never cope with the fear of a ghost appearing to him. He believed in the concept of ghosts and he did believe strong
"Keep walking, Lia, will catch up soon." He wasn't sure if he heard him. Ja Lia seemed to be really in a haste. He didn't know why though but twas kinda a plus to him. He loved to have it that way. He changed his route and edged towards the lady he had seen earlier. She was standing under a tree after he had called at her. He didn't know why she had chosen to be there. He walked briskly. He looked at his front occasionally to be sure that Lia was not looking at the back. He saw him look back and halted. He didn't seem to had looked at him but twas better for him to be sure. Ja Lia kept on walking till he was lost to the height of the hay. He couldn't see him any more and that was the best time for him to have his way with the lady. He arrived before her and was met by
"You're better than the first." She dropped away. Like climbed off from him. She rolled on the berth beside him and heaved a super long sigh. He didn't know what that meant. Probably twas that of relief or nothing even close to that. He was staring blankly at the roof of the hut. Several things were running through his mind. He had been kicking them aside for a while but knew that he could never keep to that. He would have to keep letting some things slide. That was the best option at the moment. "The first?" That seemed to make sense to him suddenly. What did she mean by that? "Yes! The first man is so skilled but has no long stock as yours." He wanted to laugh at that. Not at the fact that she was acknowledging that his p
"Help me, help me. Hope he doesn't chew me raw." He muttered as he dragged towards Ja Lia's house. It seemed more like a ritual to have a tree in the front of all the houses in the village. Hardly would you go to a house without a tree planted probably few metres away from the huts. He would still have to make quite the researches on it to understand what give birth to it. He knew that twas more than the ordinary. Back in China, they don't fancy things like that. The only thing they could never toss aside was were their private spiritual places. Beyond that, they would never take other things seriously. Also, their cultures did have a special place in their hearts. He did wish that the fellows living in his present place had cultures. He couldn't point at an act as their culture. They seemed really loose. A typical person could come up with an idea. If such idea
"That crazy lady must pay." He kept on walking as though he was going to make the earth split. That was nothing close to what he did have in his mind. He was raging and boiling. He felt like some Voluptuous volcano which had been made to mar the rocks which by birth had been pompous to it. He didn't know how long twould take him to get to her place but he would get there. His eyes were hurting, his heart aching. He would fiddle with almost everything but his siblings. That would be more than crazy for him: to be the eldest and have no relevance. How belittling that would be. The day was bright. Super bright. The apt azure was clean and few clouds were hanging about the business of the hay for the day. The sun was stealing a lusty look from the heights. She seems to be basked in mood that lackluster but had no one to tell her that.