Cedric Ang

This is a continuation of my previous post, Night in a Japanese Gay Bar

It was morning in Japan when you can hear birds chirping. The morning sun peeked from the curtain, and shine in to Kanata’s room.

Before I continue, let me warn you that this post is going to be ‘expressed’; I will not be checking on my spellings, and I would not be bothered if I am grammatically right. At such ungodly hours, this is the best that I can do (and probably laughing at myself later)

I could feel Kanata’s breath landing on my face in the early spring morning. I looked at Kanata’s closed eyes, I put out an arm, and tried to hold him closer to me.

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Of late, I feel like the whole world had owed me something.

Perhaps I am still thinking of the boy, perhaps I am still not too sure what am I up to, or perhaps, I am just nervous into getting into something new.

Sometimes maybe one need some form of lubrication to smoothen things out. Just like the Anal Lube that I have got to play with sometimes.

I know, I have been getting annoyed on trivial things. Perhaps it was also this that had put the problems into our head when I was with the boy.

Nonetheless, I always hope that I am more patient when it comes to someone as dearly as the boy, however late it is now, I still wish that some day, we could be together again.

So back to Anal Lube. Seriously, nothing. Just some soft of filler post for my almost vacant blog.