Category: Rants

Hi guys! Been a while since I wrote anything ‘personal’ but I want to put this reminder out (again). As more stories are written and lined up for publication (here), I welcome any feedback to improve readability especially in terms of formatting, blog layout/ colour scheme, bold/ italics, and other styles that might affect how better you can read my work.

Also, more stories will be put into schedule, in particular those I have written offline. So, in short, they will be put online, following a certain timeline. I estimate the amount of stories to last till 2023. Most of this uploading-work will be menial, but I have a little break which will most certainly prove useful.

Good to know that you guys are still here, or if you are here for the first time, welcome! And I hope this little literature will keep your reading-genes active. Remember to feedback! Especially the tiny little ‘urghhs’ that can make your stay more pleasant.

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Why do you love me?

What’s not there to love about you?

You look pretty when I look at you, as if you are for no one else but me. Each shy turn of your head, makes me wish I could follow your eyes no matter how you try to hide from me. To be your crush, friend, and love, at once, the flush only appears when you know I only have eyes for you.

The times I caught you doing something silly with me, but didn’t mean to let me see it, I can never forget how those lips disappear in embarrassment behind your mouth. Your hands, they will always be soft in mine, as if you never had a single moment of hardship with me. I can spend the whole day holding, or playing with those lazy fingers. Can you be mine forever?

I remember the moments you looked at me, and zoned out. Your eyes stared so blankly that I couldn’t bring myself to ‘wake’ you up. Was ‘I’ in your mind that instance? Or was it something I did? Somehow, I didn’t want to know, but let your eyes wander on me for as long as you wanted.

Oh! That index finger of yours! I wouldn’t forget how it bent when you pointed at the piece of jewellery behind the glass, knowing well I couldn’t afford it then. Your eyes, they sparkle like the diamonds and that particular sight of your face lighting up against the glaring window display, oh how it made me wish I could enter the shop and get you what you wanted.

Whenever we didn’t meet for a long time, the dash towards me was a horrifying one, but when I feel your ecstatic spirit in my arms, I had no strength to let go of you no matter how tired I was. Your mesmerising scent, weight fully supported only by my neck and arms, I wanted so much to melt into one with you. No amount of tiredness or fatigue could stop me from wanting more of you.

I wouldn’t dare say I needed you like oxygen, or how you are the coffee table to my sofa. You are there when I don’t need you. You made me smile when I don’t need to. You are cooking for me when I wasn’t hungry. You made things I had no use for. You ARE the reason I do not need anything. You ARE the reason I am always smiling on the inside. You ARE the aroma to my food.

You simply make things better and my life a little easier. Somehow, you became one with my mind. I am always baffled when you give me hugs though I didn’t say I needed them, feed me when I looked at your food a second longer, tickle me when my mind wanders off, text me when I wanted to hear from you. How did you know?

For someone who never listened to instrumental music, you surprised me when you stuck your earpiece into my ear, despite how unhygienic I told you it was. I had never once understood how you found the music I would fall in love with, and made me download, repeat them until you gift me another track. Are you secretly my twin?

Nights we spent watching movies on my iPad, and you would always join me. If any one of them was boring, you would fall asleep on me, knowing that I will let you lie and then join you instead. What a sneaky little brat you are..

Whenever you came over to get some time off from your family, the one thing I wanted most was for you to sleep soundly, under my blanket so you could impart your scent, but above all, to provide you comfort. You will always drag my hand to your shoulder for me to pat you to sleep, and the twist-turn cuddle on my chest would signal me to get some rest.

Imagine waffles and bacon when you wake up, that’s how you smelled to me before I opened my eyes. Your morning message will always be waiting for me when I wake up, sometimes cheating by sending it to me at 2am. And my morning messages will always be one step behind. You just had to be the person I last, and first ‘see’ for a typical day right?

So, what’s there not to love about you? If you have to have an answer, it would be – how much you made me love you.

Holding your hands, we walked up and down the steep slopes to reach where we have spent many of our sleepless nights together. The grass that felt our weight, trees that recognised our touch, the rocks that tickled our feet. I would give everything to see those eyes of yours again, that showed me the one person you said you couldn’t live without.

‘Surely it wasn’t the reflection you wanted me to see’, but the way you say ‘yes, it’s that simple!’, reassured me like no fixed deposit interest could. You would hold my hands no matter how sweaty my palms were, telling me that you would stick to me for life if possible, how confident was I that you wanted me more than I wanted you.

Away from the body of water was a trail, into the forest where I liked to be in. Despite wearing slippers, you would run ahead of me, look into every puddle and see if there was any tadpoles or fishes in it. I was sure the frequent visitors there were used to seeing me getting cornered to your random kisses, that got kind of predictable as time went by. Still, my surprise was for your never-dying love instead of the suddenness of your lips.

No matter how tired you were, you would never turn down late night supper, nor casual walks to each other. Even for a reason as lame as ‘I want to hug you’, you would try to get ahead of me to my house and let me crush you in my arms, so I can go back to sleep before you.

Yes, sleep. Can you remember the late night texting, that we secretly wished for the other party to fall asleep so we can poke fun the next day? You would treat me to nice meals and then bring me shopping, only to puppy-eye me into getting you the clothes you loved. And at the end of the month, when we were going broke, fast food and the coffee became our choice of dinner and supper.

You always asked me to cook for you dishes that weren’t easy, throwing recipes at me like I owned a restuarant. The complexity and hassle of making them, never felt once pointless with you hugging me at the worst timing, and then, looking at me with those dreamy eyes after I got all frantic. You would use your shirt to wipe my sweat for me, so you could sniff them when you take them off. You didn’t think I knew that did you?

Of all the times we ate the food I cooked, you would eat more than me, though I really really wanted more bites. How could I get angry with you? Not when you let me taste the sauce on your lips, after you were done.

Would it be cliche to like these simple things we did together? Of course it will be. But it’s you I want to do all these for again. To starve in delight while you snore with a bulging tummy, to be the overheated bolster you wouldn’t let go no matter how much I begged. To be your hand dryer when you tried to design something on my shirt with your wet hands, to be your wardrobe when you started stealing my clothes until I had nothing to wear. Though you did return them at one shot when I asked.

Do I miss you? No. Not at all. Not until I want to think about my past. You have came, left things, and ran away. You just didn’t know you are walking on sand by the beach, where the waves will erase the footprints. The things that stayed, are pebbles I have gathered to look under.

Right. And rubbish. You left some rubbish behind.

Available;

Monday night (5th Nov ’18)
Tuesday (Deepavali)
Friday night (9th Nov ’18)

J, is now officially in a relationship, with Maeve. Along with that piece of good news, we will also be exploring my fetish of being cuckold, which mainly evolved from wanting her to experience the best, well-rounded sex life that we can possibly access. From our routines and schedules, I have come up with 3 proposals (for now) that are open to anyone who fits the profiles/ criteria;

1. Same-Room-Sex/ Soft Swing
   • Only couples may apply, be of Chinese/ Eurasian/ Caucasian ethnicity.
   • Upwards of 22 years old.
   • Be able to host.
   • Progress adheres to comfort level.
   • Respectful, Drug-&-Disease-Free, Smoker/ Non-smoker is fine, as long as your breath is fresh.
   • Protection is compulsory.
2. Watch Us or Turn into a 3some
   • Be male, of Chinese/ Eurasian/ Caucasian ethnicity.
   • Between 22 – 35 years old.
   • Be able to host, preferably on Fridays.
   • Progress with minimal contact, then increasingly more as she gets comfortable.
   • Respectful, Drug-&-Disease-Free, Smoker/ Non-smoker is fine, as long as your breath is fresh.
   • Some sugar will be appreciated, but not necessary.
   • Protection is compulsory.
3. Drive-Her (Home)
   • Be male, of Chinese/ Eurasian/ Caucasian ethnicity.
   • Owns a car, on Fridays in particular.
   • Drive us from my block, to her home, then me back to my block.
   • Be willing to steam/ fog up the windows with some petting/ ‘massage’ action (for you) as an appreciation for the lift.
   • Protection is compulsory.

The terms listed above is a general guideline, and applicants will be vetted by her. We are still very new and inexperienced about having a third person in ‘bed’, so we will greatly appreciate any tips or secrets to do this more safely. We are not looking to do this every week, so interested parties do not have to treat every Friday as a deadline. We want this to be convenient, affordable and even sustainable.

For a more in-depth, thorough discussions, do reach out to me here with your doubts, questions, or offers!