My place
I met someone today. :)
At Taste, while I was shopping for food some basic necessities.
I know this is so cliché, but it has finally happened to me.
L♥ve at first sight. ♥ ♥ ♥
So this is how it feels like. Uncontrollable. Unexplainable. Undeniable.
To all who said it is overrated, I am sorry, but that thing you thought you felt, that wasn’t the real thing.
I didn’t want to wait. I couldn’t. Waiting hurts.
I called my friend Shirley. Shirley said go for it.
Heart pounding, hands freezing, voice quivering, I walked up to him.
“Hi. Do you... umm… wanna come over to my place… umm… for dinner?”
He smiled.
And I took him home.
Shameless. I know.
We had Japanese Wagyu, Grade A5.
Because a special occasion like this deserves nothing less.
In our rush and excitement to get to the most awaited, the most erotic part of the night,
we didn’t even bother rubbing salt and pepper evenly on the meat.
No garnish. No frou frou.
Some store-bought bread. Ham and cheese, garlic.
We chitchatted, smiled, teased, and finished dinner in no time.
Tried to relax a little. Talked a bit more, smiled a bit more.
And then, knowing what was to come, we excused ourselves, used the toilet, freshened up, and with grave difficulty, tried to hide the impure thoughts, to suppress the yearning, the carnal desires, to contain the lustful smiles, and hold back that gushing wetness.
Then finally, it happened.
And it was wild and crazy and everything we imagined it to be.
Shirley and I wiped the gushing wetness off our mouths and started devouring and assaulting the cakes, moaning and closing our eyes in guilty pleasure. The most awaited, the most erotic part of the night.
Dessert.
Shameless, I tell you.
As for the guy I took home, Mr. Japanese Wagyu Grade A5, I still love him. After all, who doesn’t love a good foreplay? We all know how essential it is to reaching the most powerful, the most mind-shattering, the most spine-tingling, the most heart-stopping Big O.
Obesity.
VERY, VERY SHAMELESS, I tell you!
