If I needed convincing that I have a perfectly wonderful boyfriend in David, yesterday would have done it hands down. =)
After fulfilling my civic duty at the Barangay elections (I voted for whoever gave me a sample ballot), I went to the office to take care of some urgent emails and to get my phone and blackberry charged. David picked me up at around 2pm for a late lunch and we headed to the nearest mall. We checked out our favorite stores for shoes and jeans first, then proceeded to the top floor where our favorite restaurant was. However, on the way to Claw Daddy, we saw a sign that Pho Hoa would soon have a branch there. Suddenly craving for Vietnamese food, we decided to walk over to the next mall and eat at Pho Hoa instead.
While waiting for our food, we took the chance to update each other on what has been happening at work, at home, with friends, and make tentative plans for the following weekend. The food was satisfying and with nothing else planned for the day, we decided to walk around the mall after lunch. He treated me to an ice cream cone which we ate while checking out bikes and possible gifts for bosses. We checked out speakers again and I have to say that the man couldn't keep his hands off me. While ostensibly checking out flat screen TVs, his fingers would secretly brush against my breasts or waist. Since I lost a few pounds/inches, I was wearing an outfit that is sexier than usual and I assumed that he was just laying claim, making sure other guys would know that I was with him. He already told me beforehand that he was having a headache with the slimmer me because it seemed to him that guys are crawling out of the woodworks again. So to avoid any further complaints, I made sure that I was just right behind him wherever we went.
There was a funny incident at the furniture shop when I asked him how we could buy a bed that is certain not to creak during sex. I asked how it could be possible to test whether a bed creaks but still be wholesome about the testing procedure. The answer came in the form of a very accommodating saleslady who invited us to bounce and test a certain mattress that promises to be "silent in use". We both burst out laughing, and finally he dragged me out of the shop, saying he needed to have me in bed soon. "Can you walk faster, honey?" He asked me as he hailed a cab. I just shook my head with a smile but picked up my pace, getting quite horny as well.
We barely made it to my pad and started the foreplay during our shower. It was supposed to be just a quickie since I promised my family I'd be home for dinner, so after one incredible bout, we both showered and dressed up. He had his shoes already laced when I couldn't keep myself from jumping him, so there I was, straddling him on a kitchen chair, eating my man alive. Our clothes disappeared again and soon we were heavily into bout number two. It took enormous willpower not to initiate bouts three, four and five. But as I said, I had to get home. And home I went, with an enormous smile on my face.
It reminded me of the time when David asked if he could sleep over at my place. "Just sleep, honey, I don't think I'm up for anything else," he said. I figured the guy just needed a bit of pampering given his grueling and endless overtime work so I complied and made sure I was all soft and smelling good for him to cuddle. All I got was complaints for all my efforts. "Honey, your strap is pricking me," he complained. I lowered my strap down so he could still nuzzle my neck without getting pricked. "Honey, your lace is pricking me," he complained, taking his hand away from my crotch -- although he needn't have been pricked if his hand stayed properly where it should. Getting pissed (hey, I was sleepy too), I just stripped down and prepared to sleep in the buff. He was surprised when his wandering hand encountered no obstacle and asked why I was naked. "Because you keep getting pricked," I answered. He rolled over and pinned me to the bed, "Now you're the one who's gonna get pricked."
And I was. =)
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Trick or treat with the devils
We celebrated Halloween early at the office. Most brought their kids along to participate in the trick or treat event where each department had a specific fairytale as a theme for their decor. My friend Julie brought along her daughter and left the kid to me for the better part of the morning since she was processing her car plan. We got along well enough - having two nieces and two nephews to take care of would teach anyone how to get along with kids. Her mommy came back in time for lunch and my other friend Harry and I took the chance to roam around and check the decor. Ours was based on Quasimodo's tale and we both agreed that it was a sure winner (after all, our department was the defending champion), although we thought that Aladdin's cave and the Gingerbread House were worthy contenders.
Then we decided to check out the costumes for sale at the nearest mall since he has yet to find a costume for himself. I already have horns for my devil outfit but wished I had a tail to complete the look. We both struck gold at the bookstore where he found a devil's mask, tails for each of us and an axe for him to wield menacingly.
After loafing, he went off to the party venue to help decorate (we were both organizers of our department's impromptu Halloween party) while I decided to wait for Fred, another organizer who was busy with his car plan the same as Julie. In the meantime, I attended a meeting, ate a lollipop, and was generally being productive until Fred texted me that he had his car already and that we should go.
We arrived at the venue an hour before the party officially starts and was able to ransack my boss' home for extra pumpkins and a skeleton for the decoration. We changed outfits at the pool's locker room and admired each other's tails.
It was a good party all in all, good food, good music, and good entertainment, if I say so myself. The staff were delighted with the heads' surprise number which my friend Jay choreographed and I organized. We gathered the heads every lunchbreak and ordered their rusty limbs to dance to hiphop tunes. It turned well enough and was well-received, judging from the staff's shrieks and hollers. I even made a few fans myself, people who weren't aware that I do dance. And that includes Tom.
This is where the story begins. Tom is a good friend of mine, with whom I hang out ever since he started with the company. David is sometimes jealous of him, since Tom and I could hang out together in public unlike he and I. But they're good friends too -- I introduced them at a basketball game where they were teammates, which I attended ostensibly to cheer Tom on but was really waiting for David so we could start on a different ballgame at my pad. Of course, nobody knows that David is my boyfriend, I guess Tom just assumes that I'm friendly with David the same way that I'm friendly to him. But Tom has a girlfriend, and as girlfriends of guy friends go, I liked Katie well enough.
Then office rumor has it that Tom and I are an item. I wasn't aware when it started, but I guess it was going for quite a long time now since some of my friends admitted that they've been hearing it before. I demanded why they didn't correct the impression, they just smiled and shrugged (I'm getting the impression that they liked the idea of me and Tom getting together). Even Tom didn't correct the other guys when they asked us if we were on. I'm flattered since Tom is a very good looking guy on whom I had a slight crush, but I'm not about to make trouble between him and Katie (which would probably brew once Katie gets wind of all the office rumors here), particularly since Tom is just a friend while I have a perfectly wonderful boyfriend in David. But if Tom isn't doing anything about it, I was afraid that if I made any comment on the issue, it would be the case of the lady doth protesteth too much. David says he appreciates the cover, but that I shouldn't get too involved - of course, that increased my anxiety since a calm and reasonable David is usually a David on an investigation mode. My calls would probably be monitored and sneaky questions would be thrown in during conversations so he could gauge whether the rumor is true or not.
In any case, back to the party, I was sitting out the first parts of the dancing - trying to catch my breath after the performance - when Tom insisted that I stay by his side while he drank beer and bonded with the male population of the department. I declined as these are the same guys who kept asking us if we were on. Instead, I stayed with my girl friends and danced the night away. But everytime he would pass me by, Tom would touch my arm, my hand, or my back, and say that I'm one heck of a dancer. Of course, I took it in stride, after all, I am one heck of a dancer and I took the compliment as my due. As for the touching part, I'm not squeamish and am also affectionate towards my friends so I didn't think much of it.
But after the party though, he insisted that I join the guys for a post-party beer and that he would bring me home himself. I told him that I already had a ride home with an officemate who lives in a village near mine. But Harry and his friends insisted that Tom be the one to take me home. Having drunk nothing but water all night, my head was clear enough to get the idea that they wanted me to go with Tom, and his holding my hand whenever possible was a good clue. I agreed to go with them to the post-party thing but declined the offer for a ride. At the bar, I also made sure that I stayed a few seats away from him, with the excuse that my asthma might attack if he started smoking. He kept texting me though, even if we were just a few seats apart, making sure that I was okay, blah blah. And so I was able to keep myself and Tom from temptation.
But I'm not a hypocrite to deny that I do wonder how sex with him would be like. I even fantasized about it a few times. I wondered what would have happened if I agreed to that ride. But I'm not curious enough to risk losing David or Katie getting mad at me.
The two kisses goodnight don't count as cheating.
Then we decided to check out the costumes for sale at the nearest mall since he has yet to find a costume for himself. I already have horns for my devil outfit but wished I had a tail to complete the look. We both struck gold at the bookstore where he found a devil's mask, tails for each of us and an axe for him to wield menacingly.
After loafing, he went off to the party venue to help decorate (we were both organizers of our department's impromptu Halloween party) while I decided to wait for Fred, another organizer who was busy with his car plan the same as Julie. In the meantime, I attended a meeting, ate a lollipop, and was generally being productive until Fred texted me that he had his car already and that we should go.
We arrived at the venue an hour before the party officially starts and was able to ransack my boss' home for extra pumpkins and a skeleton for the decoration. We changed outfits at the pool's locker room and admired each other's tails.
It was a good party all in all, good food, good music, and good entertainment, if I say so myself. The staff were delighted with the heads' surprise number which my friend Jay choreographed and I organized. We gathered the heads every lunchbreak and ordered their rusty limbs to dance to hiphop tunes. It turned well enough and was well-received, judging from the staff's shrieks and hollers. I even made a few fans myself, people who weren't aware that I do dance. And that includes Tom.
This is where the story begins. Tom is a good friend of mine, with whom I hang out ever since he started with the company. David is sometimes jealous of him, since Tom and I could hang out together in public unlike he and I. But they're good friends too -- I introduced them at a basketball game where they were teammates, which I attended ostensibly to cheer Tom on but was really waiting for David so we could start on a different ballgame at my pad. Of course, nobody knows that David is my boyfriend, I guess Tom just assumes that I'm friendly with David the same way that I'm friendly to him. But Tom has a girlfriend, and as girlfriends of guy friends go, I liked Katie well enough.
Then office rumor has it that Tom and I are an item. I wasn't aware when it started, but I guess it was going for quite a long time now since some of my friends admitted that they've been hearing it before. I demanded why they didn't correct the impression, they just smiled and shrugged (I'm getting the impression that they liked the idea of me and Tom getting together). Even Tom didn't correct the other guys when they asked us if we were on. I'm flattered since Tom is a very good looking guy on whom I had a slight crush, but I'm not about to make trouble between him and Katie (which would probably brew once Katie gets wind of all the office rumors here), particularly since Tom is just a friend while I have a perfectly wonderful boyfriend in David. But if Tom isn't doing anything about it, I was afraid that if I made any comment on the issue, it would be the case of the lady doth protesteth too much. David says he appreciates the cover, but that I shouldn't get too involved - of course, that increased my anxiety since a calm and reasonable David is usually a David on an investigation mode. My calls would probably be monitored and sneaky questions would be thrown in during conversations so he could gauge whether the rumor is true or not.
In any case, back to the party, I was sitting out the first parts of the dancing - trying to catch my breath after the performance - when Tom insisted that I stay by his side while he drank beer and bonded with the male population of the department. I declined as these are the same guys who kept asking us if we were on. Instead, I stayed with my girl friends and danced the night away. But everytime he would pass me by, Tom would touch my arm, my hand, or my back, and say that I'm one heck of a dancer. Of course, I took it in stride, after all, I am one heck of a dancer and I took the compliment as my due. As for the touching part, I'm not squeamish and am also affectionate towards my friends so I didn't think much of it.
But after the party though, he insisted that I join the guys for a post-party beer and that he would bring me home himself. I told him that I already had a ride home with an officemate who lives in a village near mine. But Harry and his friends insisted that Tom be the one to take me home. Having drunk nothing but water all night, my head was clear enough to get the idea that they wanted me to go with Tom, and his holding my hand whenever possible was a good clue. I agreed to go with them to the post-party thing but declined the offer for a ride. At the bar, I also made sure that I stayed a few seats away from him, with the excuse that my asthma might attack if he started smoking. He kept texting me though, even if we were just a few seats apart, making sure that I was okay, blah blah. And so I was able to keep myself and Tom from temptation.
But I'm not a hypocrite to deny that I do wonder how sex with him would be like. I even fantasized about it a few times. I wondered what would have happened if I agreed to that ride. But I'm not curious enough to risk losing David or Katie getting mad at me.
The two kisses goodnight don't count as cheating.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Drought
I'm suffering from dysmenorrhea (I actually had to google the correct spelling, that's how bad it was) since yesterday. I just sat at my post, staring moodily at my computer screen, absently curling pompoms in my lap (I was tasked to do the pompoms for our department's cheerleading competition tomorrow). I couldn't even dance during the practice at lunch. I just wrote down the steps on the whiteboard for them to follow and just sat watching them, itching to join in, but my body felt too heavy and painful to move (particularly my breasts and abdomen).
I texted all this to David, hoping for some sympathy -- but all he texted was "Kulang ka nga siguro sa dilig." And thinking about it, he was right. Ever since we were having regular sex (or spectacular sex at regular intervals), I rarely suffered from cramps, just a few stabs of migraine. But since he was busy this month, and the weekly supply of four sessions dwindled to two, the cramps came back with a vengeance.
"What are you going to do about it?" I demanded, "Aren't you going to water my garden then?" Cursing his boss and his scheduled presentation the following morning, he apologetically declined. Much as he wanted to do some watering, he had to finish his presentation first and had to stay late at the office.
If my boyfriend doesn't get promoted soon, his boss will have to deal with a woman suffering from PMS. That's all I have to say about it.
I texted all this to David, hoping for some sympathy -- but all he texted was "Kulang ka nga siguro sa dilig." And thinking about it, he was right. Ever since we were having regular sex (or spectacular sex at regular intervals), I rarely suffered from cramps, just a few stabs of migraine. But since he was busy this month, and the weekly supply of four sessions dwindled to two, the cramps came back with a vengeance.
"What are you going to do about it?" I demanded, "Aren't you going to water my garden then?" Cursing his boss and his scheduled presentation the following morning, he apologetically declined. Much as he wanted to do some watering, he had to finish his presentation first and had to stay late at the office.
If my boyfriend doesn't get promoted soon, his boss will have to deal with a woman suffering from PMS. That's all I have to say about it.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Two and a Half Inches
In case you've been wondering why I haven't been posting lately, we can all blame our company's server. Oh, I can still go on the internet, it's the internal email that has been shot - thus, we weren't able to work smoothly and I had to firefight and find workarounds to make sure that my team is still able to deliver at least the minimum of our commitments. Now that things are working normally, we had a lot of catching up to do.
What has happened in the past weeks? Well, I went on a 12-day diet. It's actually just a 6-day diet plan but since I bought 2 boxes, I went on it for two weeks. The daily diet consists of two servings of chocolate milk (for breakfast and dinner) and two servings of cookies (for am and pm snacks). Your only real meal for the day is lunch. Let me tell you that I was bitch for the first three days, as I've been comforting myself with food for the past three stressful years, and being able to eat what I want only during lunch tends to make me really mean. I finally quit it this week but I still don't eat breakfast, I don't eat rice at dinner time, I drink a lot of water, and I said goodbye to coffee and soda, so the 2 inches I lost from my waistline during my diet remained lost.
Since I'm organizing a Halloween party for our department, I've also started dancing after lunch and evenings as we've started to practice the dance numbers we were going to present. As I was co-choreographer, I have to dance all numbers to make sure that the other managers have someone to follow in case they forgot the steps. And that lost me a half inch. Yey me!
I still have a long way to go, but I've started fitting into the slacks that previously wouldn't close and my tummy doesn't look too preggy anymore. Actually, I received comments from two people who doesn't know I'm on a diet that I'm getting slimmer. This is all the encouragement I need to keep me from reaching for a cafe mocha or Coke.
I told all this to my boyfriend, and he said "Good for you!". I answered, "Good for me? But I'm doing this for you." He answered that he was hoping that it was for him, but didn't dare assume. The man is learning.
And oh, we've learned other uses for the yoga mat. One time that we were going hard at it, he suddenly stopped and said that everyone on my floor would know what we were doing the way the mattress creaked, I was all for being deadma, but he maneouvered me to my yoga mat and I found my zen there. I fully recommend that you try it.
In case I have squeamish readers, just think of it scientifically. It's just the yoga mat that's between me and the hard floor. And with the firm support at my back, he was able to slide fully into me. We tried other positions and they were all superb. But then again, when you think about it, the yoga mat was indeed designed to support the weirdest positions possible, so what we're doing is probably tame compared to yoga masters.
What has happened in the past weeks? Well, I went on a 12-day diet. It's actually just a 6-day diet plan but since I bought 2 boxes, I went on it for two weeks. The daily diet consists of two servings of chocolate milk (for breakfast and dinner) and two servings of cookies (for am and pm snacks). Your only real meal for the day is lunch. Let me tell you that I was bitch for the first three days, as I've been comforting myself with food for the past three stressful years, and being able to eat what I want only during lunch tends to make me really mean. I finally quit it this week but I still don't eat breakfast, I don't eat rice at dinner time, I drink a lot of water, and I said goodbye to coffee and soda, so the 2 inches I lost from my waistline during my diet remained lost.
Since I'm organizing a Halloween party for our department, I've also started dancing after lunch and evenings as we've started to practice the dance numbers we were going to present. As I was co-choreographer, I have to dance all numbers to make sure that the other managers have someone to follow in case they forgot the steps. And that lost me a half inch. Yey me!
I still have a long way to go, but I've started fitting into the slacks that previously wouldn't close and my tummy doesn't look too preggy anymore. Actually, I received comments from two people who doesn't know I'm on a diet that I'm getting slimmer. This is all the encouragement I need to keep me from reaching for a cafe mocha or Coke.
I told all this to my boyfriend, and he said "Good for you!". I answered, "Good for me? But I'm doing this for you." He answered that he was hoping that it was for him, but didn't dare assume. The man is learning.
And oh, we've learned other uses for the yoga mat. One time that we were going hard at it, he suddenly stopped and said that everyone on my floor would know what we were doing the way the mattress creaked, I was all for being deadma, but he maneouvered me to my yoga mat and I found my zen there. I fully recommend that you try it.
In case I have squeamish readers, just think of it scientifically. It's just the yoga mat that's between me and the hard floor. And with the firm support at my back, he was able to slide fully into me. We tried other positions and they were all superb. But then again, when you think about it, the yoga mat was indeed designed to support the weirdest positions possible, so what we're doing is probably tame compared to yoga masters.
Monday, October 1, 2007
Ovaries on AWOL
It was a hectic week, but it was proposing to be an even busier weekend. We were requested to render overtime just so there's a support group on hand while sales try to hit their targets at the last minute (fat chance!). So I told my family that I wasn't going home during the weekend and also told my boyfriend of my office commitments.
He was also going to be very busy, he said. They had to finish a report to be presented early monday morning, so his group would work overtime during the weekend. So we just shelved our plans to go shopping together for the next weekend.
Friday night, he called me right after his basketball game. "Should I come over?" he asked. "Honey," I told him, "it would be harder for you to get up in the morning if you stayed with me." I knew he sleeps better at my place, and if I let him, he might not report for work at all. Hating my inborn sense of responsibility, I declined. "What food do you have there?" he asked. "There's no food here, hon," I replied, mentally making a note to myself to bring the pizza, chicken, and sausage rolls to the office instead so I can feed my staff. "Do you still have your period?" he asked. "Yes! It's still on the heavy side," I said cheerfully, lying through my teeth since I had my last day yesterday. He laughed, seeing through all my lies, but accepted defeat. He said he'll just drop by the following night.
I missed him, of course. I hate spending Friday nights alone in bed, but I comforted myself with the thought of shopping. Saturday morning, I cleaned the pad, delivered the pizza to my hardworking staff, and left for the mall to go shopping. I got a heater installed for my shower, an ironing board (for David, not for me, since he's the one who knows household chores), a doorbell, some groceries, toys for my nephews, a jacket for my niece, birthday gifts for my goddaughter and former boss, and red havs for my sister. It was past dinnertime when I got back from my shopping and my boyfriend said he'd be later still and he hasn't had dinner yet. As I wasn't feeling hungry, I told him that I'm skipping dinner too and that we'll just have a midnight snack together. I ordered pizza and chicken again, and napped while waiting for him.
He arrived just before midnight, and I prepared his food while he took a warm shower. We snacked on half a pizza, made noisy love (I'm sure all my neighbors heard my shrieks and moans that night, but heck, it had been a long time since the last session), and fell into exhausted sleep.
We woke up at 9am the following morning, and he sleepily made plans to be out of my pad by 10am to do a bit of his laundry before he went to the office again. But one thing led to another, and since we were both naked already, we had sex again - but without a condom. We had no stock left, but since we were already halfway, we went at it bravely. Then afterwards, he reminded me that my pill was due that night and that I make sure I take it. I texted my bestfriend about this later, and she told me not to worry about it too much since it was my safe period anyway, and since I've been on the pill since college, my ovaries must have packed up and left without me knowing it anyway. I'm heartened by this, but I'll still check out a pregnancy kit on the 10th day, just to reassure David.
Anyway, we showered after, since sex is always messy whenever we don't use condoms, for some reason, then had the left-over pizza and chicken for breakfast. Afterwards, he went home and I left to go shopping again. My team already texted me that the job is done, so there's no need for me to report for work anymore. I bought a dress, blouses, and shoes at my favorite stores, and bought several havs for my sisters and shirts for the men. I got some shirts for my boyfriend too for when he suddenly decides to sleep over.
Lugging my purchases home, one of the center staffs saw me and said, "Hindi ka naman galit sa pera, ma'am." And when I bought my fourth pair of shoes, the saleslady said, "Kawawa naman ang boyfriend ni ma'am."
Paying them no mind, I went home and gave my mom some grocery money, which she quickly burned right after the Mass I attended. I guess I got it from her.
He was also going to be very busy, he said. They had to finish a report to be presented early monday morning, so his group would work overtime during the weekend. So we just shelved our plans to go shopping together for the next weekend.
Friday night, he called me right after his basketball game. "Should I come over?" he asked. "Honey," I told him, "it would be harder for you to get up in the morning if you stayed with me." I knew he sleeps better at my place, and if I let him, he might not report for work at all. Hating my inborn sense of responsibility, I declined. "What food do you have there?" he asked. "There's no food here, hon," I replied, mentally making a note to myself to bring the pizza, chicken, and sausage rolls to the office instead so I can feed my staff. "Do you still have your period?" he asked. "Yes! It's still on the heavy side," I said cheerfully, lying through my teeth since I had my last day yesterday. He laughed, seeing through all my lies, but accepted defeat. He said he'll just drop by the following night.
I missed him, of course. I hate spending Friday nights alone in bed, but I comforted myself with the thought of shopping. Saturday morning, I cleaned the pad, delivered the pizza to my hardworking staff, and left for the mall to go shopping. I got a heater installed for my shower, an ironing board (for David, not for me, since he's the one who knows household chores), a doorbell, some groceries, toys for my nephews, a jacket for my niece, birthday gifts for my goddaughter and former boss, and red havs for my sister. It was past dinnertime when I got back from my shopping and my boyfriend said he'd be later still and he hasn't had dinner yet. As I wasn't feeling hungry, I told him that I'm skipping dinner too and that we'll just have a midnight snack together. I ordered pizza and chicken again, and napped while waiting for him.
He arrived just before midnight, and I prepared his food while he took a warm shower. We snacked on half a pizza, made noisy love (I'm sure all my neighbors heard my shrieks and moans that night, but heck, it had been a long time since the last session), and fell into exhausted sleep.
We woke up at 9am the following morning, and he sleepily made plans to be out of my pad by 10am to do a bit of his laundry before he went to the office again. But one thing led to another, and since we were both naked already, we had sex again - but without a condom. We had no stock left, but since we were already halfway, we went at it bravely. Then afterwards, he reminded me that my pill was due that night and that I make sure I take it. I texted my bestfriend about this later, and she told me not to worry about it too much since it was my safe period anyway, and since I've been on the pill since college, my ovaries must have packed up and left without me knowing it anyway. I'm heartened by this, but I'll still check out a pregnancy kit on the 10th day, just to reassure David.
Anyway, we showered after, since sex is always messy whenever we don't use condoms, for some reason, then had the left-over pizza and chicken for breakfast. Afterwards, he went home and I left to go shopping again. My team already texted me that the job is done, so there's no need for me to report for work anymore. I bought a dress, blouses, and shoes at my favorite stores, and bought several havs for my sisters and shirts for the men. I got some shirts for my boyfriend too for when he suddenly decides to sleep over.
Lugging my purchases home, one of the center staffs saw me and said, "Hindi ka naman galit sa pera, ma'am." And when I bought my fourth pair of shoes, the saleslady said, "Kawawa naman ang boyfriend ni ma'am."
Paying them no mind, I went home and gave my mom some grocery money, which she quickly burned right after the Mass I attended. I guess I got it from her.
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