A Far-fetched Love ✓

AFL 25 ✓

Feeling author's note:

⚠️ Nudity ahead.

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All my life, my Lola's principles as a woman have been holding the womanness in me, that there came no time when I chose to veto her perspectives which were so close to being a perfect epitome of Maria Clara.

I did find her beliefs stereotypical, unjust, and sometimes biased and discriminating if we were to talk about carnal prejudices. Thus, being a Lola's girl and though I saw the negative sides of her 60's beliefs, I still had been a firm and relentless believer of nuptials before allowing a man to tear my immaculacy.

But it was only now that I was enlightened that there would come a time when you'd let go of your old beliefs and you'd welcome the new ones. The new ones which I wished I welcomed earlier had I not been trying to personify women's immaculacy from decades ago.

The immaculacy that I've been pursuing to keep a hold of, that seemed to be shaken when Kael claimed for my lips, was like a piece of paper that I tore into pieces as I allowed him to possess my wholeness.

I wanted to storm to the kitchen and get a glass of water to soak my drying throat. But the thought of seizing the once in a lifetime scene made me trash the idea, I'd rather let my throat dry than to ruin the moment. Thought also that our kiss was a high chance for me to wet my lips with one's saliva, 'cause I'm starting to hate the idea that the only thing that dampens my lips was water and water itself, so I remained standing in front of him as he nibbled my lower lip with immense want that I nearly screamed in awe when he started to move.

I felt his hands on my curves as they slowly guided their way under my shirt. The tickling feeling catered me with a pleasurable sensation that I never once had in my nineteen years of mortality. For a first timer, I guess my reaction wasn't that insane. Or so I thought, 'cause my hands seemed to have a green mind of their own when they ushered his hands to my bare skin, prolly excited for his touch and impatient for his slow moves.

That was when I thought that maybe, being a dalagang Pilipina wasn't really mine to portray. And fuck that sense of chastity that I've been babying since my innocence bid me goodbye, when what I'm feeling now in courtesy of Kael was the best one could ever be gratified.

My regrets of having to experience this pleasure just right now, escalated when his fingers began tracing the waistline of my bottom underclothing as his tender kisses earlier became insane, I felt like withdrawing mine. But his reflexes were too quick to hold the back of my head with his one hand and to circle his free arm on my waist to immobilize me from pulling myself from our kiss.

He began tracing my lips using his tongue, like tasting every angle of it before he whispered open it in a coarsed voice which sounded so sexy that I gladly opened my mouth to welcome his tongue that'd been pleading for an entrance.

I wasn't prepared for such a kiss, much more when his body leaned on mine when he pulled me closer to deepen his mouth on mine. I began savoring the sweetness brought by the warmth of his mouth, as well as the drugging feeling that made me gasp for some air but I no longer cared to let go.

Disappointment rained on me when he distanced his lips a fraction away from mine, but disappeared like the speed of light when he seductively uttered, "I want more of you, Shimon..." I was taken by surprise when he guided my arms around his neck and lifted me from the floor which caused me to drape my legs around his waist for support.

The last thing I knew, heaven and hell clouded my innocence when I felt my back touch the soft mattress of his off white bed. Heaven for the comfort that his bed brought to my sexually anxious self, whereas hell at the sight of him undoing the buttons of his garment as he stood in between my parted legs.