The Longest Kiss Game

It was crazy to have gone to that place with those guys.  But it would have been crazier if I let the opportunity pass me by, knowing that I wouldn't even get another chance to go inside, even if I have the guts to do so.

Ten o'clock is early by any of Malate's night creatures' standards.  But for people who wanted an early escape from stressful reality, any hour of the night is the magic hour for guiltless pleasure and insanity.  And so, the dark red heat of the place enveloped us, as the burly doorman pulled back the leather-upholstered door.  

There were already a number of patrons lounging around the first floor.  But still, personal space was maintained within a radius of barely two feet.  Red and yellow lamps hung in every corner, throwing soft, delicate light on everything and everyone, making them look exquisitely gratifying.  With limited space available, long, high-backed, leather-upholstered couches lined one part of the wall.  Here's where most of the men and some women were seated, on one another, with legs entwined, or leaning towards each other, men on men, women on women, and women on men.  Some who cannot occupy the couch anymore leaned against the walls, one arm wrapped at each other, the other hand holding a cigarette or a drink.  The tinkling of the glasses and bursts of boisterous laughter complemented the blaring house music.

Dan, Ralph, PJ, and I went up to the second floor to get our drinks.  There were less people and were all probably waiting for their turn to get into the washroom, for purposes of which, I'm sure, wasn't only limited to answering nature's call.  Or rather, Dan, said so, because he just went inside and came out with, rather, a small smile on his face.

After grabbing our drinks, we marched back down to the suddenly crowded first floor, which was swarming with sweaty bodies grooving to the music.  The elevated platform was crowded with attention-grabbing chippers dancing, with some already removing their tops, laying bare perky breasts and barrel-wide chests.  We joined the frenzy and, for a brief moment, I was one with the whole crowd.  Their flesh is mine, and my flesh theirs.  All sensations going up to my head.  It's as if electricity connects us all.  And my eardrums beat to the sound.

Then I felt PJ tugged at my arm and I was pulled to the corner of the room, where we met Dan and Ralph, after having lost them in the crowd near the platform.  Though I kind of missed the feeling of being felt all over, I was also glad to be able to get out of the crowd.  And where we were standing, we get to enjoy more of the airconditioning and our drinks.

Feeling a lot more comfortable after the brief stint at the platform, PJ decided to liven things up by having a kissing game: the couple who can kiss the longest wins the game.  Okay, so how were we going to do that when I'm the lone woman, though bisexual, and the rest were horny homos?  So it seemed that the game is for them and on me: the horniest fag who can kiss a woman the longest wins.  Goodness.  But, hey, they were 3 good-looking men.  So, maybe it wasn't my loss after all.

So, I was paired to all three of them, one by one.  The first gay guy that I did was PJ.  Our lips locked and hmmm…not bad.  His lower lip was soft and fine.  But, no tongue.  Boo, PJ.

Next was Dan.  Oh, this kiss felt yummy.  It made me think of marshmallows dipped in chocolate fountain.  For a guy with braces, he's skillful in maneuvering his tongue with mine and keeping his steel from grazing my lips and tongue.  That went on for a while and I thought this kiss was the winner.  But that was until Ralph's lips swooped down on mine.

If Dan was marshmallow with chocolate drippings, the one with Ralph was pure, rich, dark chocolate with cherry.  I thought he was going to suck my entire soul into his and I'd definitely let him. 

With the way he kissed me and grabbed my waist, he made me think, "was he really gay?"

We were still lip-locked when PJ shouted at my ears (my poor eardrums) to stop because Ralph already won the game.  I had a suspicion that he's only a bit jealous because Ralph kissed me that long.  

Ralph, then, whispered to me that I was the most luscious woman he's ever kissed and that I almost made him wish he wasn't gay.  

So, for few moments, I was unsteady at my feet because of the long-drawn lip-locking fest.  They were already half-dragging me out of the wild party place.  And when the cool night air hit my face,  I just realized that this must have been one of my luckiest nights.  

I mean, how many women could brag that they got to kiss 3 wickedly hot gay men all in one night and that she almost converted one to heterosexuality with just one long-drawn kiss?  Only a few, I bet.  And one of them is luscious me. 

Prey

Poised to go for the kill.

That's how my friend, Hubert, found me the other day.   He asked how it was, chatting with Reggie.  

"Fine," I said. 

 "You look ferocious."

"Oh no, I'm not."

I fiddled with the strap of my shoe, only to find out that, for some strange reason, the clasp is already gone.   

" When you stalk prey, you do not try to intimidate him so that he doesn't have to move somewhere else or to try going into a defensive stance at all.  He'll know you're there and think that you're up to something, but still he won't do anything.  Now you have to dazzle him in some ways that he'll never know what hit him once you're upon him or he'll see you come only in the last minute and his heart will be beating so loudly he'll only be relying upon instincts to make his next move.  But the desire will also be there when, with open arms, he'll grab me as I come."

"You sound like a stalker."

"No, I'm not.  Merely intent on what I want.  He's definitely going to get it.  And it's not because I'm near ovulation or that his body packs such sexiness that I can smell it from here."

"Oh come on, you're one person I know who could get so addictively high with it."

I pulled hard at the strap.  It got free and I flung it at the corner of the room.  It missed the trash can. 

"It's the mind sex, Hubert.  Body sex is nothing without mind sex.  I'm definitely going to fuck his mind to a thousand, screaming nirvanas."

"I'm sure.  Because you can't get the body sex now.  He doesn't even 'know' you yet."

"Oh.  Yeah."