If red was the colour of love...

Lounging in Bling...

Meltdown.

Something in my stomach leaped when J asked for a kiss on his cheek, and then kissed me on my lips.

Maybe it flipped as it leaped. And it sent a funny sensation down my tummy, which turned into a sort of horny feeling in my stomach which I cannot explain. Worse still, those sensations shot through me a couple of times during the entire movie, and it was always through our little lip to lip and hint of tongue kisses.

Not surprisingly, I found I was wet after the movie :x and this was from just a couple of kisses - after all, both of us wanted to concentrate on the movie which was aptly titled Beautiful Creatures :) (aren't we all?)

The night went on and soon we found ourselves with bags of dinner at midnight, and sweet kisses in the lift.

I don't know how.. But the entire night was a mix of sleep and touches.. Probably slept at 3, woke at 6, slept again and woke at 8, and then at 11.. I can't even begin to count the number of hours I slept.. Because I don't even remember how much time was spent sleeping, and playing.

What I remembered and cherish though, were sweet moments worth melting for - I was hugged to sleep, pulled back into a warm embrace when I was angry.. And sweet words, "can I look for you when I am sad, can I look for you when I am lonely?" and I probably rolled my eyes or had a look that said "I'm gonna shoot daggers at you" but J continued to speak, as though he didn't notice the look, and said "can I look for you when I am happy.. can I look for you when I am angry?"

I may not often remember words that were spoken, but I remember the feelings that form an impression in me. And I know we chatted and laughed lot, which probably made sleep and everything else a lot more heartwarming and comfortable.

And one of the things I liked best, were questions and smart answers, with J on top of me.

Me: it looks like you're in pumping (push up) position now.. Is this why they call it pumping? (referring to men serving national service or those in the army)

J: no.. ((then said something else my groggy mind couldn't register when I tried to recall it the next morning))

Me: is that how u speak to your men? (J's tone was firm, almost stern).

J: no... But this is how I speak now because you are under me. (I was literally under him, being fucked :))

It also didn't help (or maybe it did) that J also whispered firmly to me "I wanna fuck your mouth, I wanna fuck your ass, I wanna fuck your pussy"... I like a man to be firm - and to be firm, strong and yet gentle - it melts me totally. It melts me more when I hear for myself what he wants to do to me, and hearing that he wants to own me literally sent another jolt of horniness up my stomach.

I was melting. Even after I slept and woke, I just melted some more.

Where have I been?

*takes a deep breath*

Okay.. so many have asked why I had started the blog. Well, it was started out of spontaneity.. it was just an idea that I had toyed with and one day, I really thought 'why not?' and started it. I never expected that people would read this blog and so I blogged just because I felt like it.

If you have dropped me an email / met up with me / chatted with me, you will realise that I am completely different from what the blog portrays. Some people leave me messages indicating that they were searching for the blogger in me.. but I've always known that she, although a part me, only existed because she had someone she loved and craved for at the time the posts were written.

Therefore, it would be rather difficult for her to appear again, until she meets someone with whom she finds she can naturally be :) Even so, that could take years - what has been written on the blog was after years of having been in a relationship where I could be a glutton with someone, laugh with someone while slacking and watching telly, and feel blessed that I have someone beside me to smile with and at, as if to say "I'm really enjoying this time with you".

Without feelings, sex is nothing, and fortunately or unfortunately for me, it is secondary to other things in life.

I've found a new space to blog at - where I log the happy things that I do, eat, wear, and see, and though the content is less saucy, I'm finding it a lot more fun, as ironic as it may sound.

So yes, I will write when there are experiences that fuel the writer in my heart, but if not, then I would rather be busy living life :)

xoxo~

Such a turn on.

Don't ask me why.

:))

You know you had a great night when you wake up the next morning feeling like you have a hangover though you didn't even drink a single drop.

In the mood for pink

Love ~ Pink and Leopard Print.

Button in a Bra

Push those buttons right. now.

Distorted

I'm missing the holidays already..

 

Sparkle.