Christmas is the time to share your love. Also an excuse to go shopping, even if it is for others.
Last week after G brought me lingerie shopping, I cracked my head to think of what gifts to get for his daughters, aged 5 and 7y.o. I tried to dig back on old memories, when I was a little girl, what were the things I loved and treasured. After walking around the entire ION, I went back and went through my list of shortlisted items. As I had all the time in the world to decide, I figured I shouldn't buy impulsively as I wanted to put more thought into the gifts.
The next day early in the morning, I went back to ION before the other Christmas shoppers to snap up some cool gifts from Kikki K, Diva and Accessories.
It was a tough choice, especially when later I went to Borders and saw MORE cool stuffs. Luckily I was still able to restrain myself and settled at Coffee Club to chill instead for the rest of the day.
I only got to wrapping the gifts on Tuesday and was wishing hard that the girls would like 'em.
Yesterday morning, I popped by G's place to pass him the pressies. We sat and chatted for a while and I saw that his X'mas tree was already up and baubbled. It felt ready good to see him and hear him talk about choosing between Fairprice Finest and Fairprice Xpress *lol*. Com'on, he's a stay at home dad, what do you expect?! I do wonder where his moolahs come from... hmmm, maybe he's an exiled prince or has independent wealth? I don't really care (ok, maybe just a little bit). I simply like him for his kindness and humility. And the great sex, of course.
I stayed for less than half-an-hour cos his kids were already on their way back (from playing at the neighbours. He sent them over when I txted to say I was coming. Why? Am I that hideous? Oh. I forgot. I'm the prostitute.)
I told him he don't have to tell the girls who the presents were from. Just say it was from '
Santarina'. I didn't sign off on any of the presents too, just christmas greetings and wishes. It would have been rather awkward for me to sign-off, I mean, should I sign my 'REAL' or 'reel' name? Or maybe simply 'Love, Your Dad's Fuckin Machine' or 'Kisses, Your New Mom'. *lol* Now, THAT would be pure evil.
I went back home after that and as usual over-analysed the scenario in my head. Maybe he would hide the gifts and not give it to the girls. Maybe it IS unappropriate for me to extend gifts to his family. Maybe he will open and check the presents first to see if its anything 'unappropriate' before giving it to the girls.
Then I wondered some more why I doubt him so much when he has only been so nice. *smacks myslef on the head* Perhaps it is 'me' that I don't trust. I do not expect anything in return. I don't expect recognition. Just want to share my love. I turned up my radio as this song played the tune of my teary peepers.
When you forget meWhen you don’t remember my nameNot even a memorySomewhere in the back of your brainI won’t be offended‘Cause I always knew that the day would come when I’m not enough to make you stay
You tell me it’s not possibleNo way that we could breakBut nothing is illogicalBelieve me
Like falling stars over your headWe were bound to burn outBurn like crashing carsI’ll never get over you, never over you‘Cause you are so beautiful, yeah
The world is turningAnd time keeps on lingering onThe sun will be burningEventually you will be gone
I’ll always love youOh, believe it or notBaby, that’s not enough toNot enough to stop these…
Falling stars over your headWe were bound to burn out, burn like crashing carsI’ll never get over you, never over you‘Cause you are so beautiful, yeah
When it’s all said and doneI’ll be just a speck in the galaxyFloating far far away by gravityYou tell me it’s not possibleNo way that we could break
Like falling starsLike crashing carsLike falling stars over your headWe were bound to burn out just like crashing carsI’ll never get over you, never over you‘Cause you are so beautifulYou are so beautiful, yeah
:: Falling Stars :: David ArchuletaAbout 15 minutes later, I got a phonecall from my 'secret'-phone. Yippeeee - a job call at last, I thought.
I picked up the call with a sexy "Hello", and voice at the other end exclaimed - "Thank youuuuuuu!!!!!!!!"
Huh?
"The girls lovvvvvvvved it!!!!!", said the familiar voice.
It then hit me who it was and screamed,"You were supposed to open your presents on Christmas day!"
"Yeah, but the girls were so excited when they saw it, and I was curious so we just had to open it now. Thank you. It is really too much. You didn't have to. I've been to these shops and I know how much these things cost..."
I'm surprised I can still remember every single thing he uttered. It feels really nice to make others smile and feel happy. He went on and on for a while more and then we were planning our next rendezvous. He said probably the week after next. Till then I'll probably would have starved to death.
In an unexpected turn of events and many more flirty sms-es inbetween, I ended up at his doorstep, again, later that night.
'The coast is clear.'
That is my cue to come in. His daughters are finally asleep.
He took my hand and whispered to my ear.
I couldn't hear what it was :P
He led me into a room and then I saw this little angel sleeping peacefully. She is so adorable!!!! Oh, he wanted to show me his daughters, whom I have only seen in pictures. On her little side table, I saw the gifts that I got for her, displayed nicely, fitting perfectly with her other belongings. Bingo! My taste in gifts was on the DOT.
Shortly after we returned to the living room, where daddy was already very, very, hard.
To keep it short, things were smokin' up by the Christmas tree as G kissed me all over with his hands already making his way into my private baubbles. We took it to the bedroom after that and the rest was his-story.
After multiple orgasms and pints of sweat later, G flopped on my body and we snuggled tight, his head resting inbetween my swellin boobies.
"You know,
Annie loved your presents so much, she wore it during dinner. She almost wanted to wear it to sleep," whispered G.
"Then perhaps I should have bought for all 3 of you so that you all can wear it together at dinner", I chuckled.
"Though I have another present for you, but I insist on giving it to you personally.... Lie on your back," I ordered, and started nibbling his nipples and plant gentle kisses down his body and inbetween his thighs, purposely avoiding his 8-inch candy cane.
I teased his sack with my tongue and as his moans got more intense, I finally licked his candy cane until it melted. Mmmm, I love candy.
It was a transaction-less episode as I came on my own accord but if the sex was good, I don't mind.
After all the shoes, shoes and Christmas shopping, I am down to my last $10. Can you believe it? I can't. My entire stash is gone. I have to chew my shoes till I get my next 'call'.
If anyone would like to donate your lunch vouchers, dinner coupons or maybe take me out to dinner (in return I will pose as your girlfriend at that dreaded Christmas party) please email me at
xoxo.chuckles@gmail.com with the
email subject: Keep 'hushushbaby' Alive!Thank you & Merry Christmas!
*^*hoe hoe hoe*^*
