"At least 5ft 10, blonde, blue or green or whatever captivating eye colour it is, outgoing, slutty in bed but classy on the street, and an hourglass figure."
I'm basically listing the qualities that Lauren has. Well actually, the quality of all his ex girlfriends slash flings slash one-night-stands."Tall with abs, muscles, rich, handsome, a little bit French-" I wanna stop him at 'a little bit French' but he beats me at it when he continues, "and a fuckboy.""A fuckboy? Really?" I roll my eyes as he laughs, "You're the one who told me he fucks every time you guys broke up.""We're listing the criteria of the one that you and I want to date, not describing an ex! Which by the way, get your facts right. Jason wasn't a fuckboy.""No need for the pretence, I can read you like a book, Nina. We are definitely talking about that Frenchie fuckboy, not your softie ex."I roll my eyes again. Fine, when he mentioned the firsI drop by at the new bakery again for another slice of cheesecake. Correction, another slice of heaven-on-earth. No, correction again, another slice of heaven-on-mouth. Mhmmm yums. As usual, instead of just buying the one that I aim to buy, I somehow managed to purchase a few other treats considering Toffer's not gonna have dinner with me tonight so I might just eat all these sweet stuff as dinner. A glass of wine, or maybe two, and a whole bag of dessert. What a life! I go to bed as early as 9 to ensure I have enough sleep before Toff comes home from his date, and keeps me up all night with his night activity. I did complain to him which the following week I was gifted with a pink limited-edition Bose noise-cancellation headphone. Yes, it's very helpful. But I still can't sleep with those giant headphones on my ears thats why I opt for sleeping early and covering my ears with the headphones once I got woken up by the screaming and slapping and so many kinky stuff I have yet to und
I'm not sure is it because I'm a bit reserved, or the girls are too expressive, or he really feels that good because seriously, I can't wrap it in my head of how loud those ladies-during-the-day-but-loud-during-the-night are. As of tonight, Cassie is seriously screaming like she's in pain. ... is she? I've known Toffer since I was 18 when we attended pre-uni together. We got closer during the second semester and had spent so much time together up until now. All those time, he is one of the most gentle-men I've ever met, on par with my exes. He can't be torturing them, can he? So tell me, how, or what the hell is he doing that makes Cassie and other previous ladies he brought home scream like that? Begging, weeping, screaming, you name it. I feel like they're making porn together. Hardcore porn. Oh shut up, I watch porn so what? I'm an adult. A fucking thirty year old adult. Yeah I'm a thirty year old virgin but
Instead of serving coffee for the ladies in the morning after a whole night of fuck fiesta, I always choose to sleep in if it's the weekend. So today, I choose to sleep until 1, not even bothered that I miss lunch since I'm gonna go to Mom's around 3 to stuff myself with dinner and leftover lunch. Chicken pie, yums! "Princess, are you up?" I yawn listening to the hoarse voice next to me. He must be sleeping here again. Every Friday night he'd fuck until morning, have breakfast with the lady knowing I'm not gonna be up to serve them hot beverage, send them home, then come back and sleep in my bed until late afternoon. "Hmmmm." I hum as a reply. "What time are we going?" "Three." "Can we go at five?" I open my eyes to find him spread wide beside me, eyes closed with no shirt on, just his boxer. "Did you promise Susan you'd go at three?" He's still talking with eyes closed, "ah n
Perhaps he's being considerate, or Cassie is away for the holiday, but they haven't fucked since last Friday night. The night that I complained she was too loud."Are you reading those smut stories again?" He asks while putting a bottle of wine on the coffee table, along with two empty glasses."Girl's gotta learn, buddy." I grin, now focusing on him instead of my online romance novel."Instead of reading, you can just ask me. I'd like to think I'm an expert in that field." He pours the wine while looking all smug."Do you know that that's how the stories always start? The male lead offering the female lead sex, showing 'the right way' of how it's done. Then BAM! Th
I don't remember when did this tradition start, either the first year or the second year of our bachelor degree, but every Christmas Eve, Toffer and I would spend it together at Mom's. Then after dinner, we'd go to his parents' house for the Christmas party. Every year, without fail, Toffer's parents would organise a full-blast Christmas party. All of their family members and close friends would gather until midnight, drinking and dancing as if they're a bunch of teenagers.Though we too hadn't acted our age with the infinite shots and embarrassing dance moves so I can't comment much; we're all peas in the same pod! One thing for sure, I really, like reaaaally enjoyed myself that I'd have to stay the night there since it would be a reckless behaviour to brave through the extreme weather while being drunk. Truthfully, I stayed because the next morning, all of the family members would sit under the tree to open the presents. I've been joining them without fail every year, even during
“Are you going to the wedding?" May asks while we drink another serving of champagne. We occasionally hang out here at my house instead of hers since we can't be loud there; kids equal early bedtime equal good, exemplary behaviour instead of this inappropriate drinking habits."Whose wedding?" "Oh," is all she says then she drinks again. A decade of knowing this lady, I absolutely can sense that she has mistakenly asked the question. And now she's trying to cover it up by drinking the alcohol. "Very well, I'm going to pretend you didn't ask that." I conclude, too tired to drill her since we've been at it since the past three hours. Though we weren't talking about me or her but gossiping about our friends instead. "Alright, last item on the agenda," she finally looks at me, "when are you going to end your dating strike?" "Why would I?" "You're gonna be thirty in three months!" "So?” I roll my eyes, finishing my drink. Think we should call it a night. I'm almost drunk and she's t
I finally know why May buried the topic about the wedding she accidentally blurted two weeks ago. No, we didn't talk about it. I didn’t bug her about it because I fully respect her decision not to tell me. I accept that the topic was closed, as simple as that. Huh. I wish it's as simple as that. What happened was, on a boring Monday night, I was wasting my time by scrolling through my Faceb0ok feed when a friend of ours posted wedding pictures he attended the previous weekend.It was a photo of Christian and May, who’re chatting happily in their formal wear, sipping on champagne, with his right hand curled around his new woman. My heart broke a little noticing the intimacy between them; Christian and May being cheerful without me, and Christian with that new woman for the fact we had an excellent date few months ago before he ghosted me. Guess that's the answer I've been waiting for; there's no more hope to get back together with him. Perhaps that’s why he ghosted me- he doesn’t
“What do you want for your birthday next month?" "Hmmm?" I turn around to watch Toffer jumps on my bed, in his usual shirtless state. We're just home from our Saturday dinner at Mom's. "I honestly don't know what else I should get you. You've got everything, Nino!" I grin as I pull my playful look, "Except a boyfriend that I can lose my virginity to."He keeps quiet as his fingers tap the phone furiously. He must be texting someone, perhaps Cassie since he hasn't seen her for two days now. Yes, I am fully aware of their meetings. Because he'd bring her here every time they go out on a date, to continue their passionate work out routine since they stuff themselves with too much food the previous hours; Toffer's words not mine. "I thought you're still on dating strike?" He is finally back to the conversation after a good two minutes of silence. Guys and their bad multi-task gene, pffft. "I was thinking," I turn around again from my laptop, still sitting on my chair but facing him w