On a regular day, I would actually be bitter seeing these two teenagers 'loving-doving' infront of me. But today is an especially lovely day for me.
As you can see, I am blogging in the comforts of the plush seats at Old Town White Coffee @Far East Plaza right now, while having *duhh* - coffee. My tummy's cramping pretty bad; having my first day of period, but I'm all grinssss.
A lottttttttt of things have happened and it will take at least 10 posts before I get it all down on blog. But let's start with TODAY.
I met up with, let's call him 'G', at Starbucks at 10.30am this morning for breakfast. G asked me out to go shopping... for lingerie. To begin with... how awesome is THAT??!!!!!!!! Lingerie shopping is the ultimate best (second being bags and shoes, third - dresses). So after that I brought him to the place where I usually buy my naughty intimate wear.
RONDAVOUS - THE hang out place for all naughty lingerie. At first I asked him to choose for me, but being him, he said, "No, you choose. It's for you". Awww, how sweet right?
So I picked out a few to try them on, and with each different piece, I called him into the changing room to see. NOW, I would surely know why men should NEVER be allowed into the changing rooms. For a while there I went 'ouh, ouh', when I saw his gleaming eyes light up. He inched closer and we started kissing... slowly nibbling my lips and then held me tighter, flicking my nipples. He got soooo turned on by the 'barely there' lingerie that we almost end up making out in the changing room.
That happened 3 more times with the other pieces I tried on, but in term of intensity, the first piece definitely bagged the trophy. I didn't look at the price tags cos I didnt want to be choosing based on price/ most expensive so I merely picked based on preference, which eventually did turn out to be the most expensive :P How I know?... hmmm...
After shopping, we went back to his place, where I'm having the best sex ever for the second time in the week with G. I told you I was addictive.
My first date with G was last Friday. The entire process was the easiest and fastest I've ever done. More convenient than online shopping - he dropped me an email with all the info I need, *POOF* I show up at his door the next morning and he claims to not being able to stop thinking about me ever since.
And G is farrrrrrrrrr from ogre-ly. Just now when I went back to the same shop (2nd time today) to get YET another pair of stockings, the Pinoy shop assistant who already knows me by name, was saying... "Wah ma'am, your husband is so handsome!"
Husband??? I WISHHH!!!!!
Not wanting to look like a skank, I told her that he was my fiance' (at least it sounds better than 'boyfriend'). Then I asked her how much the earlier purchase added up to and I was flabbergasted by the amount.
$400?????!!!!!
It might not mean alot to some people but if I had known that 'barely there' flimsy piece was THAT expensive, I definitely would have chosen something else. I could have gotten 3 uber-gorgeous lacey corsets instead to last me till X'mas 2020!
Anw, back to the part where we were making love on his bed.... Ahhh... if the Cinderella story is 'If the Shoe Fits', mine would be, 'If the Dick Fits' cos he fills me up to the purrrrfect D, and you'd know how goooood it feels if the 'fit' is right.
The sex was also mind-blowing cos there is always alot of laughter inbetween, and he'd open up alot and share things about his life, which I totally appreciate and infact feel even more comfortable cos I know that he has nothing to hide.
Only at the second meeting today did I learn that G is a single parent and he has two adorable daughters that he adores dearly. I didn't actually want to ask about his personal life, cos those kind of questions are strictly out of bounds. But he was the one who opened up and told me and hey, he reminded me of the term m.i.l.f which on him would be 'Fathers.I.Love.to.Fuck' (F.I.L.F).
Of all times in the world, I got my period while he was fingering me cos I caught a glimpse of his bloody fingers and broke into a panic. I sulked when I thought my fun-time was over, but he said he wasn't squemish and that he didn't mind, so.... woohooo, the fun and play continues! ( I know, I would think its kinda gross too but hey, if my baby doesn't mind, then nothings stopping us)
In the beginning, I thought today's 'session' was to return the favour of him buying me lingerie, which I didn't mind cos he is just so adorable. So again, I was surprised when he handed me the stash for the time we spent together, on top of all the lingerie shopping.
Recap of my day:
Breakfast at SB with G - Lingerie shopping (Far East Plaza) - G's Apartment - Home - Far East Plaza (Old Town White Coffee).
Back at home, as I was getting ready to head out again, I thought alot about G. Actually I have been since our first meeting. I don't think I'm being naive but I am able to sniff out 'sincerity' from miles away.
I find myself feeling rather intensely for G. I respect him for his kindness, his commitment to be the best father for his daughters, and for simply needing some tender loving care from a woman. And that's when the downpour started.
I warned myself - "Don't cry... don't cry!!!" and boommm, the floodgates just gushed.
I especially hate it when it gets emotional like this. 'Fuck-and-go's are so much easier, with no emotional baggage lingering after. But since what I usually offer is an experience, I tend to get carried away (like now) when the connection is as fantastic as this.
This is why it leaves me sad - imagine all the things your heart has ever ever yearned and wanted, all wrapped in a nice bundle and it is now staring right in front of you. Fate dangles it right before your eyes and then you hear a voice saying - "You see all that? It can NEVER be yours." And a mirror appears before you and you see yourself in that gorgeous revealing dress, with your fishnet stockings and 5-inch heels. Red lipstick and sexy bed-hair - I'm a whore.
G is one instance, where if this ever gets too deep, beyond escort-client relationship, if he asks me to quit this life and be only his, I will drop everything in a single heartbeat. Everything.
(Oh gosh, what am I saying? I've only met him TWICE!)
I became an escort, not to look for love, but to market 'love', then laugh at it.
When I first started, I was one heartbreak away from bitter and my heart was numb-cold. Strange how it has thawed tremendously. Even after going stray, I thank God every day for blessing me with safety (oh here comes the waterworks again!) and for softening my heart again, and letting me meet all these kind people (could it be that they are angels in disguise?) who has convinced me that chivalry is not dead. I promised God that I will return to His ways again, just give me some time to get my brains sorted out. God is always close to my heart and in that sense I know He hasn't given up on me too. I just pray that I will be able to return safely to His arms, even after straying far, before it is too late... before anyone gets hurt. Amen.
I think after this I shall go look for X'mas gifts for G and his daughters....
xoxo.
