I Know You Want Me

The feeling of getting hit on is a sure, welcome treat for the ego.

I’m weak on that aspect. Give me even the slightest hint, and then I’ll be dancing to your music. Remember, only the brave are rewarded. The creative gets a bonus. The worthy and deserving snags the whole showcase! LOL

The idea of being desired.

No, seriously. I can get easily swayed in.

ERly Morning

Unexpectedly, my view came across a perfect spot for a morning delight.

With my camera, I was just trying to capture the morning birds that would normally flock the tree beside my room. When I was adjusting the settings for another shot, turning a bit on my side, another “flock of birds” caught my attention. I’m well aware that some houses along our enclave were turned to either storage buildings, warehouse or something of that sort, judging from the numerous delivery trucks lined up in the streets at certain times of the day.  This only means, these storage houses would not only have an inventory in stock but also of another type which is able bodied workers to get through with their day to day operation. You know how warehouse works. The living arrangement for the laborers is nowhere close to a hotel suite or say a decent standard (I guess this is relative).Anyway, what Im driving at is how they make use of any given means to go on with their day, particularly on morning rituals. How they self tidy oblivious to their surroundings let alone a pair of eyes other than their own darted towards them, lusting on their manually formed bodies.

So there I was, sitting in an obscure corner, set from a distance but not devoid of view. Good to have some binoculars at hand that I get to see such a sight, grown up men bathing in the open half naked with the daring down to their briefs at the early hours.. Now I have a reason to get up in the morning...perv much!

Utmost Restraint

I’d close in the distance...lock my lips to yours. I swear, I’ll go for it...no holds barred. The urge is just unbearably strong; I’d grab you in an instant.

%*&#@*TOINKZ

IF only it was that easy. If only circumstances were different. If only there's an easier way to convey feelings, as obvious as a blinking light, as vivid clear as the ambulance’s siren. But NO. You have to pull a lot of effort without even having the guarantee of a 100% success rate. And worst, might end up getting a broken nose bridge, bruised face, or a blood bath (morbid but not farfetched).

Master Osculateur

"You kiss so nice"

"I like how you kiss"

"I just love kissing you"

"Ang sarap mo humalik"

"Grabe"

I know right! Ahahaha (there I go again, another I’m-so-full-of-myself moment). What can I do? I was born a kisser! And besides, it’s not like I twisted their arms just to say it. These words were just blurted out after (or even during) a lip-lock session with those fortunate enough receiver of my inherent talent. PAK!

I just love kissing...you know what I’m saying? It’s far more sexual for me than what comes after (or before, whichever order it turns up). Maybe because it’s something you don’t normally give to anyone. I don’t know but I for one can give a total stranger what they desire but lips are off limits. It’s a requisite that I will share it only with somebody you feel something towards (or unless they pay me, LOL). Maybe it’s that sense of passion that breeds on familiarity with a person that makes you want to seal every given moment with it. Its magic…getting two people so close together that when you're in it, you seem to can’t see anything wrong with each other. For me, it’s in that precise moment that I can gauge whether I can hit it with the person or not.  

Ahhh, don’t you just love it?

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Simply Irresistible

Much is said about riding the public transport. ..and I had my share of it.

A middle aged man in his track pants stood beside my seat. The prominence in his crotch cannot be ignored, especially at the level of my sight…seated. Yes, the hesitations kicked in and the vivid picture of what could be a disastrous circumstance if in case I act upon it transpires. I cannot even process the thought of me being humiliated in full public glory. But my mind could not settle with the thought of the pursuit being bleak.

I was holding a bag of fruits and a separate one from a bakeshop I got earlier on and I was trying to balance the two off in my lap. Hmmm, a perfect cover up. I placed my hand on top of the bag of baked goodies, and cuffing its contents. Now, it’s only a few inches away from the target point. I raised my legs a bit and there it was, in perfect alignment to that obtrude package. With all things in place, the back of my right palm is now strategically adjacent to Kuya’s member. Everytime the bus moves (and you bet, MOVE it did), his’ would be pressed and at times even hardly against my virgin hands (yes, they are!). The chill that clung to my exposed skin from the air condition only amplified the warmth of that flesh that lay beneath.  A sense of triumph already sets in as it went on and on through the whole stretch, though not as far, but did a flawless execution of what could only been just a scene-play on my mind. I led myself to be content of what has been accomplished, although one thing is certain that if opportunity presents itself I wouldn’t hesitate to take it further.