I have this condition. I don’t really know the scientific term for it. I’ve noticed it for a while now. At first I was scared, I was petrified. I kept thinking I could not show my face when I am afflicted with it. But now I’m used to it and I don’t really freak out as much.
Every time I have sex, my face breaks out. Not too much though. Just one or two. But they’re huge and normally on the chin, near the mouth. Yup, that’s right. Fuck acne is what Onemus said, ever so bluntly. I say they’re sex pimples. Sounds much better and more innocent right?
Now I don’t even have to tell them that I had sex. They’d look at my face and would know I’ve had sex by that huge ass pimple on my face.
I just don’t understand it. What’s the correlation between having sex and pimples? Maybe my hormones went into overdrive as soon as I am horny and sexed up and that unleashes a chain reaction and the pimple hormones get triggered and would show up in the morning? Damn.
It never fails to show up. But I have noticed varying degree in sizes and intensity of the pimple. If I have very little interaction with the guy AKA immediately plugging his butt, then the pimple would not be as huge. If I have a full on session AKA kiss, lick, suck and fuck, then it would be as huge as Mount Kinabalu.
But then again, sometimes, it doesn’t happen that way. I just had a massive full on session and only the smallest citizen of Pimpledom came out to greet the world. Is there a way to stop me from breaking out every time I have sex? Not that I have sex that often… and there is a big one on my face now…
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Thursday, August 23, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Fear Itself
My family was in town last weekend for a catering gig. And as per usual, my niece and nephew were jumping up and down in anticipation of my arrival. However, it was in Bangi so I could only go there on Saturday. They’d been here since Thursday.
As per usual, I really could not be in the same room with my mom for that long, in case she decides to lift her wand and send the Avada Kedarva curse my way or something. However, I could not really leave because it was raining cats and dogs so I had to stay. Luckily, she was too tired out from pulling an all-nighter to cook the beef that she fell asleep. Everybody did, leaving me and the kids.
Thank God I brought the new Buffy book, Portal Through Time. It tells the story of a powerful vampire magi that decided to go back in time and kill Buffy so that she could not stop the Master from rising (in the Season 1 finale). However, he found that killing Buffy before she was became the Slayer did not help since the alternative reality Slayer slew the Master still. So he went back again and killed her as a child. Still things did not change.
He then decided to go back in time further and disrupt the natural order of Slayer activation by killing past Slayers before their actual deaths, as recorded in history. The plan was to activate different Slayers at different times so that Buffy would be activated at a different time and or not activated at all. Buffy got wind of the plan and went back in time to stop the assassination attempts on past Slayers and she met with some of her kindred in arms. Fascinating stuff, especially for a Slayer freak like me. Not the thrash band, but the one girl in all the world chosen to fight the forces of darkness. I even have a website detailing Slayers, past, present and future. Yup, I need to get a life but there’s something about Slayers… wish I was a Slayer. Would the Powers that Be consider making someone who’s half a girl a Slayer? Hmmm…
I digress. Finally, at 6, the rain stopped and I managed to clamber out of there. But not without the kids and my sister in tow. I did not know this but later on, I found out that I made my mom cry. My sister told me. She was hurt that I did not invite her to my pad but I was bringing the kids and my sister. I did feel a pang of guilt but with her ultraviolent streak of harsh criticism and the fact that I had a week of fun, fun, fun and did not have the time to straighten up the place yet made me not feel that bad.
I brought my sister to my place so that she could straighten it out and made it nicer than what I had done. I really had no idea that my mom would wanna see my pad. Guess she’s curious. It was lucky that I did not ask her to come with because when my sister was tidying up, she found a used condom in the ashtray. I was out with my friend bowling and she SMSed me. I think I know who left the damned condom there and if I ever see him again, I’ll give him a spanking he won’t forget. Wait, what if he likes it? Then it’s not actually punishment…
Anyways, now my place is far better organized and neater. Dunno how long it will last though. I have been known to get extremely lazy when it comes to tidying up. My sister was right. I have far too many things in the house for someone who’s living alone. Before anyone brand me as an opportunist and was just using my sister for her Majlis Bandaraya skills, my sister swiped two of my IKEA long glasses, half of my DVD collection and even some of my containers. I hate being the fashionable sibling…
As per usual, I really could not be in the same room with my mom for that long, in case she decides to lift her wand and send the Avada Kedarva curse my way or something. However, I could not really leave because it was raining cats and dogs so I had to stay. Luckily, she was too tired out from pulling an all-nighter to cook the beef that she fell asleep. Everybody did, leaving me and the kids.
Thank God I brought the new Buffy book, Portal Through Time. It tells the story of a powerful vampire magi that decided to go back in time and kill Buffy so that she could not stop the Master from rising (in the Season 1 finale). However, he found that killing Buffy before she was became the Slayer did not help since the alternative reality Slayer slew the Master still. So he went back again and killed her as a child. Still things did not change.
He then decided to go back in time further and disrupt the natural order of Slayer activation by killing past Slayers before their actual deaths, as recorded in history. The plan was to activate different Slayers at different times so that Buffy would be activated at a different time and or not activated at all. Buffy got wind of the plan and went back in time to stop the assassination attempts on past Slayers and she met with some of her kindred in arms. Fascinating stuff, especially for a Slayer freak like me. Not the thrash band, but the one girl in all the world chosen to fight the forces of darkness. I even have a website detailing Slayers, past, present and future. Yup, I need to get a life but there’s something about Slayers… wish I was a Slayer. Would the Powers that Be consider making someone who’s half a girl a Slayer? Hmmm…
I digress. Finally, at 6, the rain stopped and I managed to clamber out of there. But not without the kids and my sister in tow. I did not know this but later on, I found out that I made my mom cry. My sister told me. She was hurt that I did not invite her to my pad but I was bringing the kids and my sister. I did feel a pang of guilt but with her ultraviolent streak of harsh criticism and the fact that I had a week of fun, fun, fun and did not have the time to straighten up the place yet made me not feel that bad.
I brought my sister to my place so that she could straighten it out and made it nicer than what I had done. I really had no idea that my mom would wanna see my pad. Guess she’s curious. It was lucky that I did not ask her to come with because when my sister was tidying up, she found a used condom in the ashtray. I was out with my friend bowling and she SMSed me. I think I know who left the damned condom there and if I ever see him again, I’ll give him a spanking he won’t forget. Wait, what if he likes it? Then it’s not actually punishment…
Anyways, now my place is far better organized and neater. Dunno how long it will last though. I have been known to get extremely lazy when it comes to tidying up. My sister was right. I have far too many things in the house for someone who’s living alone. Before anyone brand me as an opportunist and was just using my sister for her Majlis Bandaraya skills, my sister swiped two of my IKEA long glasses, half of my DVD collection and even some of my containers. I hate being the fashionable sibling…
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Becoming Part 2
After my interview, I went to Times Square to meet up with a guy. He had traveled from Melaka to spend a few days with me. With ‘permission’ from ESS of course.
I had known this guy for a year now. He finally asked if he could come to KL to meet up with me. It’s not like I have anything or anyone better to do so I agreed to play hostess.
It had been raining pussies and bitches when I got done with my interview. I was soaking wet when I arrived in Times Square. But I was not worried. It’s not like I really need to impress Melaka Guy or anything. My heart belonged to another. Yes, Melaka Guy was told of ESS’ existence. Melaka Guy also has a husband. And a boyfriend. Yup, two of them. Now, before I continue and before people pass judgment and think that we are just two cheating scums, let me remind people that I am in an open relationship and ESS has said that he did not mind. I don’t know about Melaka Guy’s guys though. Hmmm.
While we were there, we decided to catch The Reaping. Pretty good. Hilary Swank was kinda channeling Jennifer Garner’s Sydney Bristow at times. I think the movie’s twist was the thing that saved it from slight mediocrity.
Anyways, he kept insisting, before we actually met, that this is just a social visit. A friendly visit. He just wanted to finally meet up after one year of online acquaintancing. So, guess who made the first move when we went in the cinema? No! Not me! It was him. But when I wanted to reciprocate, he pushed my hands away. Tease much?
When we got back to my place, he kept his distance. So I figured he was honoring what he said and he had a lapse of judgment in the cinema, for about 5 minutes. I think he tried his hardest to not fall for my charm and sexiness (yeah, right) but he failed. Actually, I did not even think he had a thing for me as I am not a sexy beast. Even when he kept saying how much he is into my body and stuff, I still thought he was pulling my leg. All because he said that he did not wanna fool around.
Yeah. Right. Most of what he said can be thrown out the window. Like the whole not wanting to fool around thing. And not kissing anyone who he just met. Also not bottoming for anyone else except for the husband. *wink, wink*
He’s the only guy that has seen all aspect of my life. My good friends. My work friends. My bad singing. My mediocre bowling. My liking shoot-em-up arcades. My cooking. My competitiveness when it comes to boardgames. My movies. My DOA gaming. Okay, okay, except for family and blogging. He wanted to read this blog but I did not give him the URL. He’s already been exposed to so much. Not even ESS has been exposed to all that. ESS has the blog though so I want ESS alone to have that.
One thing that kinda ticked me off was the presumptuousness of him. No, he’s not arrogant. Only a little bit. Especially when it comes to feelings. He seemed to think that I was jealous when he was speaking to my friend. Oh come on. I so was not jealous. At all. I am far prettier. I am not worried about losing him to that friend. Heheheh.
He told me that he knows that I was jealous. I so did not want to burst his bubble. I let him think that. If he were ESS, that friend would have been admitted to the emergency ward on account of multiple scratches and loss of hair and scalp.
We’re just friends, who happened to be flirty and got jiggy with it. I am not really one to fall so easily, unless it’s ESS. Hehehehe. Also, I have ESS already. Come on! Sigh.
Speaking of, ESS basically left me alone all weekend long. So as to not disturb my romantic weekend. Romantic my ass. I am off the market. This grade-A sirloin is not for sale anymore.
I was a little sad and frustrated. It seemed like ESS did not even care that I was spending that much intimate time with the guy. Who knows what could happen eh? If the shoes were on the other feet, I would have interrupted them many, many times, just to remind him that he has a loving boyfriend and that he should just get it on, instead of getting lovey dovey.
That being said, I have to confess that I like the guy. I like the fact that I could take him to hang out with my friends without the world ending. I like the fact that he is not opposed to a civil union. I also like the guy was not exactly shy when showing his affections for me in public, discreetly of course, and in front of my friends. Some of my friends actually thought that ESS and I were history and that Melaka Guy was my new boyfriend. WTF?!
I also confess that I kinda told the guy that I like him. Of course, this was after the guy told me he liked me. Do I love him? No. I love ESS. Care? I guess I do care about him a little. But do I want a ring from him? Nope. Do I foresee anything more than just friends with benefits? No. He did say he doesn’t mind that my friends thought of him as my boyfriend. I mind. My boyfriend is in L*m*t. End of story.
I had known this guy for a year now. He finally asked if he could come to KL to meet up with me. It’s not like I have anything or anyone better to do so I agreed to play hostess.
It had been raining pussies and bitches when I got done with my interview. I was soaking wet when I arrived in Times Square. But I was not worried. It’s not like I really need to impress Melaka Guy or anything. My heart belonged to another. Yes, Melaka Guy was told of ESS’ existence. Melaka Guy also has a husband. And a boyfriend. Yup, two of them. Now, before I continue and before people pass judgment and think that we are just two cheating scums, let me remind people that I am in an open relationship and ESS has said that he did not mind. I don’t know about Melaka Guy’s guys though. Hmmm.
While we were there, we decided to catch The Reaping. Pretty good. Hilary Swank was kinda channeling Jennifer Garner’s Sydney Bristow at times. I think the movie’s twist was the thing that saved it from slight mediocrity.
Anyways, he kept insisting, before we actually met, that this is just a social visit. A friendly visit. He just wanted to finally meet up after one year of online acquaintancing. So, guess who made the first move when we went in the cinema? No! Not me! It was him. But when I wanted to reciprocate, he pushed my hands away. Tease much?
When we got back to my place, he kept his distance. So I figured he was honoring what he said and he had a lapse of judgment in the cinema, for about 5 minutes. I think he tried his hardest to not fall for my charm and sexiness (yeah, right) but he failed. Actually, I did not even think he had a thing for me as I am not a sexy beast. Even when he kept saying how much he is into my body and stuff, I still thought he was pulling my leg. All because he said that he did not wanna fool around.
Yeah. Right. Most of what he said can be thrown out the window. Like the whole not wanting to fool around thing. And not kissing anyone who he just met. Also not bottoming for anyone else except for the husband. *wink, wink*
He’s the only guy that has seen all aspect of my life. My good friends. My work friends. My bad singing. My mediocre bowling. My liking shoot-em-up arcades. My cooking. My competitiveness when it comes to boardgames. My movies. My DOA gaming. Okay, okay, except for family and blogging. He wanted to read this blog but I did not give him the URL. He’s already been exposed to so much. Not even ESS has been exposed to all that. ESS has the blog though so I want ESS alone to have that.
One thing that kinda ticked me off was the presumptuousness of him. No, he’s not arrogant. Only a little bit. Especially when it comes to feelings. He seemed to think that I was jealous when he was speaking to my friend. Oh come on. I so was not jealous. At all. I am far prettier. I am not worried about losing him to that friend. Heheheh.
He told me that he knows that I was jealous. I so did not want to burst his bubble. I let him think that. If he were ESS, that friend would have been admitted to the emergency ward on account of multiple scratches and loss of hair and scalp.
We’re just friends, who happened to be flirty and got jiggy with it. I am not really one to fall so easily, unless it’s ESS. Hehehehe. Also, I have ESS already. Come on! Sigh.
Speaking of, ESS basically left me alone all weekend long. So as to not disturb my romantic weekend. Romantic my ass. I am off the market. This grade-A sirloin is not for sale anymore.
I was a little sad and frustrated. It seemed like ESS did not even care that I was spending that much intimate time with the guy. Who knows what could happen eh? If the shoes were on the other feet, I would have interrupted them many, many times, just to remind him that he has a loving boyfriend and that he should just get it on, instead of getting lovey dovey.
That being said, I have to confess that I like the guy. I like the fact that I could take him to hang out with my friends without the world ending. I like the fact that he is not opposed to a civil union. I also like the guy was not exactly shy when showing his affections for me in public, discreetly of course, and in front of my friends. Some of my friends actually thought that ESS and I were history and that Melaka Guy was my new boyfriend. WTF?!
I also confess that I kinda told the guy that I like him. Of course, this was after the guy told me he liked me. Do I love him? No. I love ESS. Care? I guess I do care about him a little. But do I want a ring from him? Nope. Do I foresee anything more than just friends with benefits? No. He did say he doesn’t mind that my friends thought of him as my boyfriend. I mind. My boyfriend is in L*m*t. End of story.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Becoming Part 1
Sorry about the hanging bit in the last post... I thought I had more to go on... Hehehe. It’s my friend’s boyfriend. Dammit! There goes the threesome. Sigh. Again, sorry about that. The following would be totally unrelated. For the most part.
Um, have any of you noticed this pattern? When you’re single and available, nobody wants to play, let alone express lovey dovey feelings towards you. However, when you’re taken, people are lining up to be your lover. What is up with that?
Last week, I was pretty busy. I had interviews on Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday was the failed threesome thing. Ooh, I almost forgot about the lame sex I had during the day. Lame as in it was like fucking a log. No foreplay or anything. Just immediately up the ass. Sigh.
I had an interview on Thursday so I was getting ready to sleep when I got a call from one guy, saying that he was near Tasik Permaisuri and wished to drop by. He was not alone. Ooh. Yay! More sexcapades!
They came and we played Dead or Alive on X-Box for a couple of hours, until one got tired and went into my room to rest. Between the two, I found that the one who stayed with me outside was far hotter and had a nicer body. Actually, I have been drooling over him since last year. I knew I was not even close to his league so I just settled for drooling from afar.
But there he was, sprawled on my couch, with me kicking his ass on DOA. Once his friend went inside the room, he started touching me. Of course, I had to reciprocate. What’s funny about that moment was that I was playing the game using one hand and still kicking his ass. He had to stop touching me and concentrate on defending himself, to no avail.
He gave up and stripped. I was psyched. The licking turned into biting, which I kinda like. However, it was a bit disappointing when he refused to suck me. Apparently that’s just something that he doesn’t do. So, when he asked for a key to my magical kingdom, I told him that’s just something I don’t give to anyone. Bitchy, huh? Serves him right though. Just because you’re pretty, it doesn’t mean that you’re better than a cocksucker. Heheheh. Anyways, he settled for a dry hump and came all over my ass.
In the mean time, his friend, the shorter, less hot one, was sending me lewd messages, wanting me to go into the room and do him. I so totally felt like a prostitute, excited and disgusted at the same time. Heh. It turned out the short one is a far better lay that the hot one. He was devouring me. All of me. There was not a part of me that he did not lick. I was so turned on that I allowed him entrance to the magical kingdom. Yup, you read right. I was mentally, physically and emotionally prepared. It took him a while to insert the key. A burst of pain came when it finally happened. Just as I was about to get used to the pain, he took it out and announced that he had arrived. That was quick, and kinda disappointing. Sigh.
Finally got a chance for some shut eye at 6.30 in the morning. Thank Goddess my interview was at 3.
Um, have any of you noticed this pattern? When you’re single and available, nobody wants to play, let alone express lovey dovey feelings towards you. However, when you’re taken, people are lining up to be your lover. What is up with that?
Last week, I was pretty busy. I had interviews on Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday was the failed threesome thing. Ooh, I almost forgot about the lame sex I had during the day. Lame as in it was like fucking a log. No foreplay or anything. Just immediately up the ass. Sigh.
I had an interview on Thursday so I was getting ready to sleep when I got a call from one guy, saying that he was near Tasik Permaisuri and wished to drop by. He was not alone. Ooh. Yay! More sexcapades!
They came and we played Dead or Alive on X-Box for a couple of hours, until one got tired and went into my room to rest. Between the two, I found that the one who stayed with me outside was far hotter and had a nicer body. Actually, I have been drooling over him since last year. I knew I was not even close to his league so I just settled for drooling from afar.
But there he was, sprawled on my couch, with me kicking his ass on DOA. Once his friend went inside the room, he started touching me. Of course, I had to reciprocate. What’s funny about that moment was that I was playing the game using one hand and still kicking his ass. He had to stop touching me and concentrate on defending himself, to no avail.
He gave up and stripped. I was psyched. The licking turned into biting, which I kinda like. However, it was a bit disappointing when he refused to suck me. Apparently that’s just something that he doesn’t do. So, when he asked for a key to my magical kingdom, I told him that’s just something I don’t give to anyone. Bitchy, huh? Serves him right though. Just because you’re pretty, it doesn’t mean that you’re better than a cocksucker. Heheheh. Anyways, he settled for a dry hump and came all over my ass.
In the mean time, his friend, the shorter, less hot one, was sending me lewd messages, wanting me to go into the room and do him. I so totally felt like a prostitute, excited and disgusted at the same time. Heh. It turned out the short one is a far better lay that the hot one. He was devouring me. All of me. There was not a part of me that he did not lick. I was so turned on that I allowed him entrance to the magical kingdom. Yup, you read right. I was mentally, physically and emotionally prepared. It took him a while to insert the key. A burst of pain came when it finally happened. Just as I was about to get used to the pain, he took it out and announced that he had arrived. That was quick, and kinda disappointing. Sigh.
Finally got a chance for some shut eye at 6.30 in the morning. Thank Goddess my interview was at 3.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Go Fish
Something weird happened Wednesday night. I was invited to a threesome at a hotel in KL. It had been a while since I was in a threesome so I jumped at the chance. The guy who invited me was a guy I fooled around a few weeks ago. He came to me for a massage and we ended up doing other things, if you know what I mean. Actually, this is the second threesome he invited me to. Although the first one did not quite take, I guess he is sticking to the “If at first you don’t succeed…” mantra.
Apparently this third guy was supposed to be free for only a couple of hours before his roommate comes back to the room. I was told to get a cab, even though I could have easily taken the LRT. I was not gonna waste money, booty call notwithstanding.
However, once I got down from my flat, it was pouring rain. I had to run to the bus stop and flag down a cab. Fifteen minutes later, I arrived at my destination and met the Massage Guy at the lobby. We made our way up to the third guy’s room. I was psyched. Hey, what’s with that look? Come on. I still love ESS. Very much. Remember the whole ‘no-sex-with-each-other-open-relationship’ thing that we have? Yeah, I am not cheating. Stop giving me that look! I do feel guilty okay? If it were up to me, I’d stick to my man only but since my man dun find me droolworthy, I gotta find me some other avenues to get my freak on. *hangs head down in shame*
Anyways, we knocked. Dude, stop giving me that look! Oh, is that you? My conscience. I thought so. *ignoring conscience*
The door opened to reveal…. I was taken aback. I so did not see it coming. Holy crap! Massage Guy was baffled. The third guy was quite shocked too. Holy Mother of… it’s my… it’s my…
To be continued…
Apparently this third guy was supposed to be free for only a couple of hours before his roommate comes back to the room. I was told to get a cab, even though I could have easily taken the LRT. I was not gonna waste money, booty call notwithstanding.
However, once I got down from my flat, it was pouring rain. I had to run to the bus stop and flag down a cab. Fifteen minutes later, I arrived at my destination and met the Massage Guy at the lobby. We made our way up to the third guy’s room. I was psyched. Hey, what’s with that look? Come on. I still love ESS. Very much. Remember the whole ‘no-sex-with-each-other-open-relationship’ thing that we have? Yeah, I am not cheating. Stop giving me that look! I do feel guilty okay? If it were up to me, I’d stick to my man only but since my man dun find me droolworthy, I gotta find me some other avenues to get my freak on. *hangs head down in shame*
Anyways, we knocked. Dude, stop giving me that look! Oh, is that you? My conscience. I thought so. *ignoring conscience*
The door opened to reveal…. I was taken aback. I so did not see it coming. Holy crap! Massage Guy was baffled. The third guy was quite shocked too. Holy Mother of… it’s my… it’s my…
To be continued…
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