till i met non..so what do you think?
“SOmeone is so annoying,” Non said the moment we met for dinner that day.
“What are you babbling about? We are in a middle of something erotic here!”” Cat snapped, looking furious as usual. “I mean, get real. There has never been a day that you don’t complain about someone!”
“Erotic my foot! You are just busy oggling your shoes!”
“So I like shoes, so what? At least I don’t start my day complaining about someone...unlike you..”
“Like you are an angel in that department! Bah!” Non retorted sharply.
Oh well, here we go again. We barely sat for five minutes and they are already tearing at each other’s throat, I thought, sighing. Then again, with the two of them one can never be sure what to expect.
Its like watching mini volcano, twenty four seven. Well, maybe not a mini volcano..more like..a pimply eruption that occurs once a while when you had too much chocolate or something equally witty. Still, I could only speculate...
“So, why was someone so annoying?” I asked lazily, a sure fire way to get Non to start revealing her intimate secrets, (as if!)
Give her half a chance and she will be more then happy to blab her whole life away. A note to Non, a self imposed mental note that I slipped into my mind once a while when they started acting like this. Leave Cat alone. She is just bad!
Oh well, like I would be bothered to tell her that. After all these years, I finally figure it out.
Its best to let them fight it out then jumped in..only to be knocked over on the floor, with the both them gloating about it for days.
Guess life is becoming a bit predictable, a bad sign, if I say so myself. Maybe Cat’s right. We need something erotic to keep our minds off the beaten path. Now, what could be more erotic then to follow Cat’s somewhat annoying thoughts. Shoes? Oggling her shoes?
And that, there it was. A vision in red with pointy red tips..walking into a bar and I am not even going to describe what is in it. Could it be any less loud? Which brings me to bla bla bla.
“Are you alone?” she asked, her soft, sensuous voice floating in and out of my ear amids the thunderous noise emiting from the cheap tv set mounted on the wall across the two of us.
“Do you mind a threesome,” came the quick, sharp reply from somewhere behind us. A sign that bla bla bla was back from doing his business in the somewhat congested loo just across the room.
Honestly, based on the number of people going in and out of it, I wonder if there’s a cheap sale in Bloomingdale. Mental note to self..check it out before you leave. No point stopping by the road side..you never know who’s watching. And yeah, I do feel kinda bloated right about now and it has nothing to do with her carefully manucured fingers clutching the wine glass.
“So, what are you offering?”
There was a tense second, I think as she appraised bla bla bla, her beautiful doe eyes slanting and then, with a sad sigh, she shrugged her shoulders and said, “If you are willing to pay..I’m willing to play..”
My cue to hit the bathroom and yeah..it was packed. Reminded me of superbowl sunday, minus the crowd, if you catch my drift.
Contented, I left..ten minutes later, give and take I think and found bla bla bla in the hand of that gorgoeus creature, slinking it out to the voice of Midnight Cowboy crooning Widuri. Oh well..enough peotic for now.
He spotted me the moment I reached the bar and walked hand in hand with her. “Do you mind if I ditch you a while?”
“Estimate time?”
“Give and take and hour or so?”
“You are welcome to watch if you like..,” she added lazily. “He put in the calculation..if you know what I mean..”
That and an image of my dad appeared in my head. Still..I do feel rather bad..know what I mean? So we ended walking together to a cheap, dimly lit motel a few meters away. And yeah, just as I thought that the coast is clear, I saw my mother strutting in and that just about kill it. Imagine doing it with your family watching? Uhhh..baracuda!
wanna read the rest..hey..you just have to wait until i published it..as for my enchanted realm series..check it out at www.trafford.com and mrs. d..yeah..i did it. hehe
“What are you babbling about? We are in a middle of something erotic here!”” Cat snapped, looking furious as usual. “I mean, get real. There has never been a day that you don’t complain about someone!”
“Erotic my foot! You are just busy oggling your shoes!”
“So I like shoes, so what? At least I don’t start my day complaining about someone...unlike you..”
“Like you are an angel in that department! Bah!” Non retorted sharply.
Oh well, here we go again. We barely sat for five minutes and they are already tearing at each other’s throat, I thought, sighing. Then again, with the two of them one can never be sure what to expect.
Its like watching mini volcano, twenty four seven. Well, maybe not a mini volcano..more like..a pimply eruption that occurs once a while when you had too much chocolate or something equally witty. Still, I could only speculate...
“So, why was someone so annoying?” I asked lazily, a sure fire way to get Non to start revealing her intimate secrets, (as if!)
Give her half a chance and she will be more then happy to blab her whole life away. A note to Non, a self imposed mental note that I slipped into my mind once a while when they started acting like this. Leave Cat alone. She is just bad!
Oh well, like I would be bothered to tell her that. After all these years, I finally figure it out.
Its best to let them fight it out then jumped in..only to be knocked over on the floor, with the both them gloating about it for days.
Guess life is becoming a bit predictable, a bad sign, if I say so myself. Maybe Cat’s right. We need something erotic to keep our minds off the beaten path. Now, what could be more erotic then to follow Cat’s somewhat annoying thoughts. Shoes? Oggling her shoes?
And that, there it was. A vision in red with pointy red tips..walking into a bar and I am not even going to describe what is in it. Could it be any less loud? Which brings me to bla bla bla.
“Are you alone?” she asked, her soft, sensuous voice floating in and out of my ear amids the thunderous noise emiting from the cheap tv set mounted on the wall across the two of us.
“Do you mind a threesome,” came the quick, sharp reply from somewhere behind us. A sign that bla bla bla was back from doing his business in the somewhat congested loo just across the room.
Honestly, based on the number of people going in and out of it, I wonder if there’s a cheap sale in Bloomingdale. Mental note to self..check it out before you leave. No point stopping by the road side..you never know who’s watching. And yeah, I do feel kinda bloated right about now and it has nothing to do with her carefully manucured fingers clutching the wine glass.
“So, what are you offering?”
There was a tense second, I think as she appraised bla bla bla, her beautiful doe eyes slanting and then, with a sad sigh, she shrugged her shoulders and said, “If you are willing to pay..I’m willing to play..”
My cue to hit the bathroom and yeah..it was packed. Reminded me of superbowl sunday, minus the crowd, if you catch my drift.
Contented, I left..ten minutes later, give and take I think and found bla bla bla in the hand of that gorgoeus creature, slinking it out to the voice of Midnight Cowboy crooning Widuri. Oh well..enough peotic for now.
He spotted me the moment I reached the bar and walked hand in hand with her. “Do you mind if I ditch you a while?”
“Estimate time?”
“Give and take and hour or so?”
“You are welcome to watch if you like..,” she added lazily. “He put in the calculation..if you know what I mean..”
That and an image of my dad appeared in my head. Still..I do feel rather bad..know what I mean? So we ended walking together to a cheap, dimly lit motel a few meters away. And yeah, just as I thought that the coast is clear, I saw my mother strutting in and that just about kill it. Imagine doing it with your family watching? Uhhh..baracuda!
wanna read the rest..hey..you just have to wait until i published it..as for my enchanted realm series..check it out at www.trafford.com and mrs. d..yeah..i did it. hehe
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