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The most erotic and passionate nights in my life were in the arms of Filipina women.I had others in the days before I married, Korean, Japanese, Hmong, Vietnamese, Thai and a Latin woman or two, but the most passionate were the Filipinas. They knew it, and they breathed it, and so many I would see out on the boulevards of Manila were beautiful. But the one I think this post, was the one I had so wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but fate would have other plans. It was thirteen years ago, on a warm and rainy afternoon. My job took me over there periodically and was wandering about the town, just walking, looking at the people, stopping for a sip of palm liquor, with few cares in the world, and then I met her, at a most unlikely place. I had been sitting, sipping a beer and reading a piece in a local magazine, and she was walking by. I had been reading her article but had not known it had been her whom had wrote it. So she smiled and she greeted me, and then in rather brazenness asked what I thought of the article. Quite honestly, it was rather dull and strayed more often than not from the intended subject and told her so. She cleared her throat and the smile fell away and she asked why I would suggest such a thing at which I time I had informed her that I too wrote occasionally various things. And so the debate began, she sat down. Man, what wit she had. A woman with a spunk I had never seen before, and those eyes...how fires raged within. While I defended my point quite eloquently, that fire within her eyes was not offensive, but drawing me deeper and wanting to know what lie beyond. It was the most interesting prelude to a night of a grand sexual encounter with a Filipina woman. Maybe the best night of sex in my life.
The rhetoric softened as the debate between this American man and Filipina woman ended in a draw, and soon the conversation drifted elsewhere. Eventually we began talking of poetry, and whom we loved to read and found that here we were with more in common than we first thought. The afternoon wore on, time had no meaning at this place and on that day, the stage had been set for a beautiful, passionate and sexual relationship that I never knew again, even after marriage later in life. The rains were falling as we sat there drinking beer together, and as we spoke, I found my eyes wondering deeper into hers, and suddenly wondering how this beautiful and witty woman might be in a more intimate setting, and she was thinking the same thing.
We were hungry as the day moved, hungry for food, and through words and wit, a deep seated hunger for something more. She had a glow, a radiant and warm one more powerful than the sun. We found a spot near where we had met, a local place and had her order as my Filipino was bad. In turned out she ordered one of the most delicious dinners I had ever had, and the food, the glass of Australian wine, and the moment of the company was a powerful aphrodesiac. I had wanted more. Much more. The way she looked with her beautiful Spanish eyes, her silken black hair, those pouting lips, and skin smooth as cloth woven on the looms of Gods. My eyes took her all in then. They began to move down to her breasts, small and cute, and wondered how those might feel on my chest, on cheeks, and on the my lips. We had finished dinner, and the rain was falling heavier, and thunder began to rumble in the heavens. We walked to the door of the establishment, and outside we paused and looked at each other. I thought well she will be honorable and we will bid each other well and that would be it, left with a beautiful memory and haunting desires. But, it wasn't.
She asked if I had wanted to go somewhere for a night cap and talk some more. I did, and she asked where I wanted to go. Some place quiet and intimate I said. She found a Jeepney and we climbed in. I did not where we were going and while we spoke some more, for most of the wild ride on those rainy streets we just looked at each other, her smile was warm, and the eyes glimmered like the reflection of the pools of water on the streets as we drove by. Moisture was glistening on her the tops of her breasts and I was drawn to they glistened. She looked breathtaking. What I would have done tat moment if we were alone? The imagination wandered.Only broken by a call on her phone talking to a woman named Amelia. I did not understand the entire conversation, but heard, "you can go ahead and leave and see in the morning." Coworker maybe?
We came a stop in front of a black gate on Granada Street. An odd spot to stop, I thought. There were some stores across the way and a small cafe of some kind. Maybe we are going to one of those places...or walk through the rains to some others nearby? No, these places were not our place of destination. A Filipino man appeared, waved at her and greeted her good evening and she told to come with her. The warm rain felt good as we walked through the gate...into a gated community? Very nice homes too, I might add. Where were we going? As we walked, the rain fell upon her dress and it clad to her body. My God, what a beautiful body it was. A pert and cute set of breasts, graciously curved buttocks, and a feminine form that could rival the statues of Ancient Rome. What sculptor carved her, and from what stone of the earth itself I thought. She looked at my eyes with that smile, no make up ran, for none had been needed for her. She was beautiful as God Himself created her.
She took me up a paved walkway to the front door of what seemed like a town home and she opened the door. Across the darkened entry we walked, past her kitchen, past a dining a room, open doors to two bedrooms to her living room. The windows were open and a breeze blew in, ruffling her shades. Outside the drops pattered on the stone of a backyard courtyard of some kind, and upon the terra cotta of her roof. She walked into the other room, and came back with a candle. Oh how mysterious and beautiful her face looked in the dim light. We were drenched to the bone, and she knew it. She walked away again and came back with towels. To sit in wet clothes and have a night cap on towels I thought? And then some old music began to play and in the dim light she stepped closer....placing her arms around me. She asked what the afternoon had been to her. Looking into her eyes I said, "a road to seduction?" She moved closer and I felt the warmth of her breath on my cheek, and she whispered yes. I had been aroused as the day had moved, and maybe it is words, poems, and teasing of sorts that constitutes the greatest foreplay to foreplay, or at least it had been.
I felt her lips press gingerly to mine, and my arms...somehow began to raise up, and they found there to her back, still wet with the rain, but so warm. The kissing began to become much more forceful then, and in the depths of my soul, I felt a fire began to rage, some strange and mystical forcefulness. This rock of Gibraltar was beginning to crumble, and realized I wanted this moment, with this woman, in this place. The kissing began to grow even more intense. My lips exploring her face, her neck, her air...I just wanted to devour this beautiful Filipina woman. Our breathing increased, and I felt her breasts becoming more fulfilled with the flushness a woman only gets when aroused with the greatest passion. The clothes...began to fall, and in the dim flickering light...I saw the beauty of her form appear. Small pert breasts, beautiful buttocks, a feminine torso, and below, her womanhood, glistening and swollen, with the moisture of her body falling on the silken hairs that adorned above her rare pearl. I looked into her eyes and there was a look in them, wit the reflection of the naked candle flame and I wondered was it a reflection or a window into a bigger flame that burned within her, and might I be consumed by it.
I shall tell more in part two of what happened next, the night the northern star and the southern cross became intertwined in a magic sky of white satin.
The rhetoric softened as the debate between this American man and Filipina woman ended in a draw, and soon the conversation drifted elsewhere. Eventually we began talking of poetry, and whom we loved to read and found that here we were with more in common than we first thought. The afternoon wore on, time had no meaning at this place and on that day, the stage had been set for a beautiful, passionate and sexual relationship that I never knew again, even after marriage later in life. The rains were falling as we sat there drinking beer together, and as we spoke, I found my eyes wondering deeper into hers, and suddenly wondering how this beautiful and witty woman might be in a more intimate setting, and she was thinking the same thing.
We were hungry as the day moved, hungry for food, and through words and wit, a deep seated hunger for something more. She had a glow, a radiant and warm one more powerful than the sun. We found a spot near where we had met, a local place and had her order as my Filipino was bad. In turned out she ordered one of the most delicious dinners I had ever had, and the food, the glass of Australian wine, and the moment of the company was a powerful aphrodesiac. I had wanted more. Much more. The way she looked with her beautiful Spanish eyes, her silken black hair, those pouting lips, and skin smooth as cloth woven on the looms of Gods. My eyes took her all in then. They began to move down to her breasts, small and cute, and wondered how those might feel on my chest, on cheeks, and on the my lips. We had finished dinner, and the rain was falling heavier, and thunder began to rumble in the heavens. We walked to the door of the establishment, and outside we paused and looked at each other. I thought well she will be honorable and we will bid each other well and that would be it, left with a beautiful memory and haunting desires. But, it wasn't.
She asked if I had wanted to go somewhere for a night cap and talk some more. I did, and she asked where I wanted to go. Some place quiet and intimate I said. She found a Jeepney and we climbed in. I did not where we were going and while we spoke some more, for most of the wild ride on those rainy streets we just looked at each other, her smile was warm, and the eyes glimmered like the reflection of the pools of water on the streets as we drove by. Moisture was glistening on her the tops of her breasts and I was drawn to they glistened. She looked breathtaking. What I would have done tat moment if we were alone? The imagination wandered.Only broken by a call on her phone talking to a woman named Amelia. I did not understand the entire conversation, but heard, "you can go ahead and leave and see in the morning." Coworker maybe?
We came a stop in front of a black gate on Granada Street. An odd spot to stop, I thought. There were some stores across the way and a small cafe of some kind. Maybe we are going to one of those places...or walk through the rains to some others nearby? No, these places were not our place of destination. A Filipino man appeared, waved at her and greeted her good evening and she told to come with her. The warm rain felt good as we walked through the gate...into a gated community? Very nice homes too, I might add. Where were we going? As we walked, the rain fell upon her dress and it clad to her body. My God, what a beautiful body it was. A pert and cute set of breasts, graciously curved buttocks, and a feminine form that could rival the statues of Ancient Rome. What sculptor carved her, and from what stone of the earth itself I thought. She looked at my eyes with that smile, no make up ran, for none had been needed for her. She was beautiful as God Himself created her.
She took me up a paved walkway to the front door of what seemed like a town home and she opened the door. Across the darkened entry we walked, past her kitchen, past a dining a room, open doors to two bedrooms to her living room. The windows were open and a breeze blew in, ruffling her shades. Outside the drops pattered on the stone of a backyard courtyard of some kind, and upon the terra cotta of her roof. She walked into the other room, and came back with a candle. Oh how mysterious and beautiful her face looked in the dim light. We were drenched to the bone, and she knew it. She walked away again and came back with towels. To sit in wet clothes and have a night cap on towels I thought? And then some old music began to play and in the dim light she stepped closer....placing her arms around me. She asked what the afternoon had been to her. Looking into her eyes I said, "a road to seduction?" She moved closer and I felt the warmth of her breath on my cheek, and she whispered yes. I had been aroused as the day had moved, and maybe it is words, poems, and teasing of sorts that constitutes the greatest foreplay to foreplay, or at least it had been.
I felt her lips press gingerly to mine, and my arms...somehow began to raise up, and they found there to her back, still wet with the rain, but so warm. The kissing began to become much more forceful then, and in the depths of my soul, I felt a fire began to rage, some strange and mystical forcefulness. This rock of Gibraltar was beginning to crumble, and realized I wanted this moment, with this woman, in this place. The kissing began to grow even more intense. My lips exploring her face, her neck, her air...I just wanted to devour this beautiful Filipina woman. Our breathing increased, and I felt her breasts becoming more fulfilled with the flushness a woman only gets when aroused with the greatest passion. The clothes...began to fall, and in the dim flickering light...I saw the beauty of her form appear. Small pert breasts, beautiful buttocks, a feminine torso, and below, her womanhood, glistening and swollen, with the moisture of her body falling on the silken hairs that adorned above her rare pearl. I looked into her eyes and there was a look in them, wit the reflection of the naked candle flame and I wondered was it a reflection or a window into a bigger flame that burned within her, and might I be consumed by it.
I shall tell more in part two of what happened next, the night the northern star and the southern cross became intertwined in a magic sky of white satin.
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