Bitchicisms

I swore to myself when O introduced me to his friends that I would not entertain them. I agreed for him to give my number to H but I was sef-confident enough that I could resist H's charms.

Now, having just come home from a drinking session with O's friend V, I realized that this whole concept of being behaved (in relation to his friend) was not going to work.

O and I met up at our regular place to discuss some work related crap. He introduced me to V, a friend of his who was the exact opposite of H. When I met H, we had a conversation, he used his wit and charm to break down my defenses and make me feel at ease. V virtually ignored me this entire night, and only started showing interest late in the game. I noticed V the first time I saw him. Tall dark and masculine, with his deep voice and adorable laugh (or maybe it's the alcohol talking, but no H never made it for me). O whispered, as he was caressing my thigh (as V was making comments), don't mind him, he's trying to make the moves on you.

I had no idea if he was serious or not. But I liked V. Definitely.

In the second bar we went to tonight , we saw H, who made a show of making sure he had my correct number, a fact I'm sure V did not miss as he was right there. Anyway, we got into a cab where O asked me to drop him off near his house. V and another friend R was there. V cajoled O into letting us drink at his place for one last round.

O was teasing V about me. O had his arm around me and was teasing V that they were friends and that they might fight if he made a move on me, but it was ok since his girlfriend was home, and that he shares.

We went. O was upset because his gf (who lived with him) was already upset. I had noticed that V's hand was already nearing the vicinity of my waist whenever we crossed the street. V, R and I drank at O's place, we stayed for a grand total of 15 minutes before O kicked us out (gf was upset with him). V made sort of discreet yet cute moves at making conversation.

R, V and I went home. R insisted on walking to the main road, teasing V to take care of me. V and I took a cab together, where he proceeded to make a pass at me and tease me about going home. He was like, do you have to go home? (insert cute laugh). He put an arm aroun me which on-purpose-accidentally touched my boobs to which I responded, Ouch! (mammaries still sort of sore from last escapade).

I directed the cab to my house. I was leaning on V's shoulder and his arm was around me, his hand caressing mine. He was making the typical moves guys make when they think I'm cute, caress my hand, run fungers through my hair, pinch my nose, etc... V took the insanely inopportune time to kiss me when we were about 2 meters away from my house. As a result, we missed my house. I said, wait, we already passed my house! The cab took a u-turn to get me there. V stood up, got out and opened the door of the cab for me. I got out of the cab where I fully intended to tell V that I was going to give him cash for my share of the fare when he suddenly kissed me. The kiss was short and sweet. He asked me if I wanted to go somewhere else. I told him that I had to go home as I was about 10 steps away. He alluded to a maybe-next-time. I just smiled

I walked to the gate and got in with a huge smile on my face.

Sorry O, I can resist H but not V. V is a cutie!

Still tired and sore from my Friday escapade. Damn.

There's just something innately satisying about having good sex. It's better than getting shitfaced drunk, better than being happy on doobie, better than eating a couple of thousand calories worth of sinfully rich chocolate cake. It's just satisfying in a deep emotional and physical way.

It's difficult to explain to people who have never been fucked properly. Sad little boys and girls who have not yet learned to shed the socio-political and cultural stains on sex. Or girls and boys who just have no game.

A couple of years back, when my friend A was still in the country, we discussed our plans for the future. Then I was still working as a CSR, and I had become despondent about the future of my dreams.

I had jokingly mentioned an old fantasy of being a whore, an escort, someone who got paid to have sex. A innocently asked, why not?

A concern was, that I wanted to be able to choose my customers. I wasn't willing to sleep with every old bastard for the money. The thing is, hot guys almost never pay for sex.

Another problem, as related to O last Friday, was that men think they can do anything if they pay for it. I mean, even now, when I am not getting paid (doing it for the love in other words), some men still think they can do whatever they want. Sometimes with good, often with bad results.

So yeah, make me your whore, your dirty slut. But you have to follow the rules. Like N found out the hard way, being nasty won't get you any repeats.

My friend Tinkerbell is currently working in Dubai. Earning good money and working well.

I am currently working in the Philippines. Earning little money, working hard, doing the job I was meant to do, but getting paid doodly squat.

Before my friend left for Dubai she did tell me that she was gonna get me once she was settled. I didn't want to honestly.

But now, even when I am doing what I like. I realized that man cannot live on bread alone, we want meat , we want ice cream.

My mom's for it. Of course. For me to leave, help the family. I sort of want it, escaping the family, going out on my own.

Meg says, good money, cute boys, lots of ukay-ukay (haha, I can't believe this is one of the selling points). I do want to leave, make it on my own at some point in time before I'm settled.

Anyway, who knows. Meg's pushing for me within the year. All I said is, I'll think about it.

If I do leave, I'd already promised to sleep with X and O before I depart. Which is why they're for it I guess, those assholes.

Yes there is a difference between getting laid and getting fucked. Last week I got laid. Delish sex with some guy I met last summer. Last night. I got fucked. And fucked very very well. As I am writing this, my body's still sore and I love it!

Friday date, or (why mince words), sex night always gets me pumped up. I started the day high as a kite, pumped up on my booking for the night with young stud we can hide with the initial B.

B is a young 22 y/o guy I met on Friendster. Yeah, typical right?

We started messaging on YM some time back, around last year. I forgot who started messaging whom. We'd tried hooking up before but I just was not ripe. Now I am.

We were supposed to go out last week. But something came up. Work and K (Galera bartender).

I had warned him I was extremely paranoid, owing to quite a couple of assholes I'd already met. I warned him I was prone to calling a couple of hours before to confirm. I called him during lunch and he said yes, we are all systems go. Damn.

The whole day I was extremely hot and bothered. So hot and bothered that the previosuly alluded to O (office guy), has been getting extremely jealous. I have no idea why, he can't do anything really sexual since he's in a relationship (but this doesn't prevent him from asking for a blowjob, haha).

Anyway, I didn't want to go home after work anymore, I wanted to go straight to my thing with B so I had been asking people to drink with me. No one was sure until O asked me if I wanted to eat dinner together. I was like sure. As long as I get to drink while you eat.

O had been getting pretty worked up again recently. Probably owing to the fact that now we had no bet (I backed out of the 500 pesos let's see who gives in bet), that now I am getting laid, and that his friend asked for my number. But we are becoming pretty good friends, and things seemed harmless enough so I went with him.

We ended up going to this old place we both knew, where he was pretty familiar with the people. We ate, or rather, he ate dinner and I started drinking San Mig light. Now, everyone knows I have a low tolerance for alcohol, especially when I'm giddy and horny. All substances I take, be it prescription drugs, fragrant herbs or alcohol, enhance my natural horny state.

So anyway, I forced him to drink Red Horse, during which, the course of the conversation, he halfed it, gave me half, then he poured like 1/4th of his bottle unto my glass. Probably becasue I mentioned I get hornier when I drink, the fact that I was already frustrated because B was not texting (I would later find out he did not wake up from his 5 PM nap til 11 pm).

O and I were talking about sex, typical conversation fare when I'm around. Anyway, he was shaking his head and smiling, showing off whatever charm the genetic lottery had given him (which admitted aren't that many).

It was time to leave, already 10-ish, and I had given up all hope of B ever texting (well, not entirely). We left and took a cab. Since we both lived nearby I insisted he take me home first since, hello?, I'm a girl.

We fooled around a little bit in the cab. Just a little. We've been doing this whole flirting thing for weeks now, and he still has not kissed me on the lips. Probably because: a) he knows when he kisses me on the lips, the ball games over, he'll give in, b) a kiss on the lips is beyond the cheating coda in his head, or c) a kiss has emotional value with him. But it doesn't stop him from groping all my usual hot spots. I dragged him out of the cab when we got to my house.

We stayed at my house for a while, not really doing anything that kinky, but sort of teasing each other. Then he left. I decided, oh well, B's not texting me, might as well masturbate. I was already setting the mood when I suddenly get this message from B. He'd just woken up and he's extremely sorry. I call him, he calls me, we were still on.

We met up at Gateway, got take out at MickyDee's (got me a happy meal toy!), and proceeded to Eurotel.

The night was divine. He was, is, so damn fine in bed. Probably because he's physically fit, he was able to make me come a grand total of 5 freaking times before he came. And this when he was sleepy and tired.

He spoke really well. By this I do not mean he's a debater, but that he really knows how to talk dirty. Nothing too dirty, but just all the right come-ons while I'm on top of him. He knows how to touch women. Knows how to give compliments(haha). It doesn't matter that he didn't go down on me, or that I didn't go down on him (well, I sort of made a half-ass effort, but it wasn't a highlight). The fucking was enough. It was a wham-bam-thank you ma'am fuckfest. There was zer0 foreplay, seemed like that had all been done when we were online.

Damn. It was good. Rough and hard just the way I liked it. So fucking hard I think I'll be sore until Monday. Who knows if we'll have a repeat. It's okay if we don't, but it's better if we do.

He was being completely honest when he mentioned he liked cuddling after. Because we did cuddle a lot after. He just sort of slept with his arms around me. He did wake up when I took his pic. hehe

Such a sweetheart that boy. Especially when I massaged his hands. I wanted to give him a full body rubdown but he said no, maybe next time. To which I replied in all curiosity, there's a next time? Then he joke-pretended to go to sleep. Which is such a Joey Marquez thing to do.

I always get pissed when guys allude to a repeat performance when there is none. I know what I'm doing, I'm a grown up. No matter how sweet I may seem during, before or after the act, I am jumping in the water with open eyes.

It's just sex, sometimes good sex, hopefully never bad sex. So don't ride on my emotional high after.

Anyway, I do hope B the best. And I hope for a repeat, but who knows? The way things are right now I can't really tell. But I liked it when he touched me. I liked it that he turned me out. I can live without him. But God, he's a good fuck.
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B, If you ever get to read this. I had fun, enjoyed myself immensely. God love you sweet one. You are blessed with your many talents. hahaha. Mwah. -J-

Oh yeah, finally off the JT, Akon phase induced by hanging out with 19 y/o boy. NOw weirdly into Fall-Out Boy, Hilera and Panic!at the Disco. Why? Who knows?

Sugar We're Going Down is perfect, so is This Ain't a Scene it's an Arms Race. Panic! had me at hello, er, I Write Sins Not Tragedy. MCR is cool too. lol! But locally Hilera has me by my fictional balls.

Our airwaves are being infected with sweet pa-cool rock, when Hilera has got the real deal. No trying hard Emo here.

I've been trying to get a hold of Sunflower Show mp3s, and Hard Boiled Eggs mp3s. Guess I have to buy a CD huh? Damn!

It's just insane the way things currently are in the local "popular" rock scene. A lot of good young bands that don't get enough exposure. Please! Enough of Urbandub, Itchyworms, Kjwan (damn!), Sandwich, Pupil, Chicosci and Typecast already! Give the airtime to those bands that need, the new ones! Give them the exposure! They're really really good!

I'm just really tired of listening to the same bands over and over and over. Can we pleeeeaaassseeee give chance to others?

I hate his ads, I hate his tagline (which I think came from his mistress/girlfriend).

I mean, goddamn, this guy has been a congressman for three terms, still solidly backing the administration this entire time. Like a little dog. Unknown for anything except being an administration congressman. And what makes him think he has a fat chance in the Senate Race, where even actors may lose horribly? Advertising.

He's one of the top 3 media spenders for the 2007 elections (I'm not sure if the other 2 are Villar and Kiko exactly but it seems likely).He's relying on consumer recall of his horrendously tasteless ads and urgh, vegetable sounding name.

It's all a joke! One big fat overspending political joke! No one's taking him seriously other than his party-mates (even them I'm not sure), as his staff is laughing behind his back.

Good luck Team Unity! Good luck Pichay! If it were up to me I'd dig you all holes in the Senate grounds and plant you there. But I won't vote for you in May.

After 9 long long months I have finally been consumed in lust again.

Same guy that I last did it with.

A couple of weeks prior to this post, I mentioned a bartender I met at a beach last summer. Some guy I deluded myself into thinking I loved. Some mushy high school kilig moments that were pretty damn saccharine sweet.

Well, he returned in my life in the form of an SMS messgae form an unregistered number. A sudden, "hi, still up?" when I was already getting in a cab on my way home. The number was familiar, I was already thinking it was either the bartender or this other guy I haven't heard from in ages.

Several "Who's this please." messages rendered no replies, despite the smiley face trying to desperately seem cute eventhough I'd erased his number from my life. Finally he sends a message the morning after. Alluding to "guy you met at a beach. I'm the bartender..." Yeah yeah, I knew it.

We talked on the phone, set up a meeting for friday. By meeting I mean date. By date I mean booking. By booking I mean we were gonna fuck each other's brains out.

And yeah yeah we did. It was fun and hot and oh god damn! Very very satisfying and yummy. It was a welcome home to the place I used to be in. It left me wondering why I ever wanted to stop having sex. (Oh yeah, I didn't want to increase my number, and I didn't!)

Sex is wonderful (as if I didn't know). God, men,guys and boys (yes there is a difference) are wonderful. Being with them, touching their skin, licking their bodies, seeing their faces twsist as if in pain, feeling their dicks twitch in your mouth, hand or pussy. God. Sexy is AMAZING. And having sex after being without it so long is also AMAZING.

I guess that's why we all need a hiatus once in a while. To miss something. Then go to heaven when we get it back.

Oh yeah, still there, this asshole.

Remember somewhere in my last post I mentioned that he hinted that he was going to set me up with friends? Well this is what happened Wednesday night last week.

He mentioned he had a racket for me, which I of course liked. I agreed to meet him at a chill place near both our houses, since talking about rackets in the office were risky.

I went there dressed in something casual and comfy, already resigned to the fact that there would be no sex between us anytime soon.

Things were pretty chill. We talked about the thing, drank a couple of beers and talked. I can't help it that I'm a touchy person. I can't help being sweet and flirtatious. I can't change what is already part of my genetic make up.

Then he mentioned his friend was going to join us, and I thought hmmm... Flashback to earlier offers to hook me up with his friends. Now the asshole wants to fuck me via proxy.

His friend arrived. Was cool, or is, cool. Older, really skinny. As in skinny. As in break him over my knee skinny. As in my arm is probably as thick as his legs skinny. I sort of knew something was up when we were introduced and he sort of grabbed at my hand while sahking it, "You look familiar, have we met before?"

It could be honestly that he thought we met before, I mean I have one of those easy to look-alike faces. If it was a line, it was such a sad, sad line. I liked his friend. His friend was cool, nice and filled to the brim with attitude. I just don't want to sleep with him.

Anyway, his friend ended up giving me a ride home, as he was the only one with enough cash to get a cab. The next day weiner guy asked me immediately if his friend gave me a ride home. I said yeah. Then I asked why he asked. He said, "no reason."

Then Tuesday morning I read this SMS message from the guy asking me permission to give my number to his friend cos his friend was asking for it. I was like, "okay." And when I get into the office, another office mate tells me, "So you've already met (toot-toot)," referring to our officemates friend. How obviously a set-up.

It's weird and kind of amusing. But...nah. No plans of sleeping with that guy. :D