MISSY ADVENTURES
"Working Overtime"

Missy only has an hour left before work is finished for the day. Thank goodness, it’s a Friday. And double that thanks that her report is already on her boss’ desk (who is also out). Nothing more to do, nothing pending at her IN tray. Monday won’t be crummy, for sure.

She decides to chat for a while. A guy she used to chat with for over a month now says “hello”. Soon, the conversation turned into this 20 Questions-like saga over her sexual history. She gamely answers each question as much as possible.

*bien* A virgin?
MISSY~ heaven forbid!
*bien* Where’s the most public place you did it?
MISSY~ Uhm, fitting room at Mega Mall? Lolz…
*bien* wow…hehehehe… nobody caught you?
MISSY~ fortunately, we only got suspicious looks from the attendant!
*bien* ok, another question… what usually makes you horny?
MISSY~ gosh, your questions sound redundant to me.. I’ve answered the same in message boards everywhere! Lolz… but ok, uhm, dancing makes me horny, white chocolate too… rough hands… a man staring at me as if he wants to eat me…
*bien* hmm… ok, when was your last sexcapade?
MISSY~ err… around 3 weeks ago? Met up with an ex and there was nothing better to do at my apartment.
*bien* whew! Do you limit yourself to the bed?
MISSY~ hell no! I love my kitchen table! I have this thing with ledges. Hopefully, I can do it on the hood of a car real soon.
*bien* hey, I have a car! Kidding. Ok … what else… favorite position?
MISSY~ Moon rising!!!!!!!!!
*bien* what?
MISSY~ actually, it’s just missionary with the woman’s legs on the man’s shoulders. But dang, add a pillow under my butt and I’d be coming every minute!!
MISSY~ oops…. Too much info…sorry
*bien* Hahahahaha, no that’s ok. Well, actually it’s not.
MISSY~ lolz
*bien* This conversation is giving me a HARD time
MISSY~ Oh… we can change topics anytime…
*bien* No…no…I’m good.. let’s continue
*bien* From a rating of 1-10 with 10 being the highest, how wet can you get?
MISSY~ Uhm, usually, 8? See, am often wet. I don’t have problems dripping. I mean, am weird that way.
*bien* Really? Hmm…interesting.
MISSY~ Yeah, really…
*bien* I’m hard.
MISSY~ Uhm where?
*bien* Hahahahahaha… am sure you know where
MISSY~ Uhm ok then…. May I ask why? Lolz…
*bien* I bet you’re a tease!
MISSY~ of course not. I never promise anything that I will not deliver.
MISSY~ Like.. I won’t tell you how cold it is here in the office, and what cold temperature does to my nipples… or that I can feel a certain moistness down my panties already…
MISSY~ and that am wearing my office uniform.. and that it’s a skirt… or that there are only 3 of us in the entire floor right now…
*bien* Whoa… and that’s not teasing?
MISSY~ Nope, it’s not. I didn’t promise anything, right? I just stated facts!
*bien* Hahahaha… why are there only 3 of you there?
MISSY~ Am part of the skeleton crew.. the others are attending a teambuilding seminar somewhere in Baguio
*bien* Hmm… interesting… you’re almost alone…. Do you love doggies?
MISSY~ What a question, who doesn’t love doggies?
*bien* Arghh… do you think you’ll ever have sex with me?
MISSY~ Uhm, I might. Then again, with you being in London, what’s the point of the question?
*bien* Hahahaha... will you give me your number?
MISSY~ Cell or landline?
*bien* Either! Hurry!
MISSY~ ok, ok... it's 63-919-2298486
*bien* Ok, calling you...

Missy’s grin was interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone. A rich male voice asks if he’s talking with Missy. “Bien, is that you?” Missy giggles. This is one heck of a way to end an office day. Bien asks her to go some place she cannot be seen. Excitedly, Missy goes to the farthest cubicle from the two others who are sweating out a game of Counterstrike. She hears some thwapping and gasping sounds from Bien. What the hell, Missy was sure she’s going to be masturbating at the workplace too. Bien tells her that he was driven wild with the thought of her on all fours, getting her ass slapped while he rams his way inside her warm, dripping, eager hole. Missy hitches up her skirt and dives with two fingers down her undies. She matches Bien word for word and moan for moan with fantasies of her own. As she twiddles her clit, she begs for more of this and that, imitating how equally pride-free she is in bed. Missy started moaning… really moaning. At the back part of her mind, she starts praying that none of the CS geeks hear her as she approaches her climax… She begs for Bien to come… and she hears this loud groan and squirting sound somewhere as she, too, feels her orgasm engulfing her with a warm, satisfied kind of happiness.

Both still gasping from the mild exhaustion, Missy tells Bien goodbye. She then smiles and pull out her hand to lick her sweet, feminine juices.

Time to go home now.

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P.S.
I really should concentrate on technical writing instead of hoping to write erotica. Gosh, am so lame.

This used to be my old personal theme song...

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am now bothered by this....

And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
What's going on?
And I say, hey hey hey hey
I said hey, what's going on?
Twenty-five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination


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I still don't get how I can access porn sites and www.manilatonight.com and NOT access my own blog....hmmmpppfff!!!!

Decided to spend on my friends and forward a text message this morning. I chose the ff. message:

are you tired of the many greetings that come up such as HI, HELLO, GUD AM, GUD PM, Happy Birthday and so on? So now, here comes my newest line... HAVE YOU HAD SEX TODAY?

After forwarding the said message to friends, I felt kinda stupid, I mean, duh, twas just past 8:00 AM!!! True enough, most of the replies i got verged on the "Good am, mec", "Unfortunately, not yet, mec", "Too early for that, mec", etc.

But of course, my bf texted back, "Sakto! Kakatapos lang sis. Istorbo ka nga eh"

That made me laugh, so I texted back, "And with whom naman? Kaw ha, ayaw moko kitain pero panay ang sex mo!

Got this reply tho..."Hi, we're having sex right now, she doesn't know flip the phone anymore, text her later" (yeah, ok, I don't quite get the message either)

I was torn between texting back again to tell the guy to make my friend climax a hundred times and to eat her with gusto and finger her with gentleness and the like...

Anyway, the world suddenly turned into all kinds of delicious kink.

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by the way guys, who among you had sex today? come on now, don't be shy, don't be scared....

you can make me envious, promise!!!!

Uhm, I either have it (PMS) bad... or this isn't really my day. Almost had this really heavy plate fall on my feet (great thing the canteen didn't ask me to pay for it), lost a cup of ice cream in the breaking-of-plate incident, had this blog, and half of my links banned from work, super-duper miscommunication/misunderstanding at mountaineering yahoogroups, am starting to NOT like the Softbatch choco chips i've been eating.... have this uhm, past situation that's threatening to destroy my present (dang, I don't really wanna explain or bring things up... but arggh, I just don't wanna be in a certain kind of situation... again)..

But... I was surprised by sweetness from someone unexpected. I've heard that he's nice and all... but what he did was the sweetest thing to happen all day... and it kinda moves me to tears since am this emotional wreck right now over what to do with other stuff... and what he did was just... SWEET.

Sigh. Careful. One must not fall in love in the heat of... err... kindness...

Great... just great.

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Now guys, pay attention. I cannot access my site from work anymore. Lolz. And of course, I won't be asking our SysAd to look into this (duh, i posted a fantasy over a fellow employee eh).

Not sure if i'm going to change addresses or just post here and view the comments (what comments?) and flooble at home (which I know I won't be doing that often since i'm trying to jog everyday).

Sigh. Am actually very irritated but I can't help but find it funny. Imagine, my blog... sexual in nature? Impossible.....!!!

P.S.

The Naughty Girls Club thread is only 54% likely to contain prohibited content
MY face-pic account.... 66% :D

LEAVE NO TENDER WORDS.....UNSAID...

“I love you. I’ll never forget you.”

When you hear a man say this, and you’re like me who has been around and have heard all the lines there must be in this world, you just tend to smile and go numb.

Then, you try to comfort the man by saying that he’s sure to find someone again. And of course, he tries to say that you will not be replaced. Then you remind him that you just replaced someone else.

Then come the magic words. “Each of you was special in your own way. Especially you”. And you know that you’ve finally heard what will forever convince you that you WILL be replaced.

Of course, what can one really say during a break-up anyway? What does one say when he/she is breaking a heart? What does one say when he/she is trying to NOT get his/her heart broken?

And you, you’d just smile and pretend that things are ok. You’d smile and pretend that you won’t really care if he ends up banging one of your friends, or ‘falling’ for someone you know. You’d smile and pretend that you’d never wonder who it is he’d be holding in his arms, or to whom he’s going to fall in love with, or who is haunting his dreams. You’d smile and pretend you don’t have this silent wish that he misses you too, or that he’s thinking of you. You’d smile and pretend that only a few things will remind you of him. You’d smile and pretend to forget his smile, his scent, the way he looks at you, the way he feels when touching you….

And you’d tell yourself. That was a stupid thing to have happen. And no, there would be no regrets. Just sadness.

P.S.

Then again, repeating to yourself that you will be replaced brings with it a certain kind of consolation and peace. Perhaps, this love was transitory and impermanent after all. A love, only for a season. And your season has ended to bring both of you to where you truly belong… not in each other’s keeping.

An officemate told me that her son and his friends went to Arts Venue and that a girl danced on th ledge there (nope, not a paid one) and removed her top and bra... And there she was, dancing while holding her boobs with her hands to cover her nips (yup, people of the Philippines, she was shy!).

Anyway, am just wondering if i'd ever be inebriated enough to be THAT daring (considering the fact that I don't drink) or if I can actually do it when am bloody sober.

Also just read this novel, Naughty Girls where a 9-year old girl killed her playmate.

Unworthy
Unworthy of your loving arms
That engulfs me with much tenderness
Unworthy of your gentle touch
That soothes my troubled soul
Unworthy of your forgiveness
For every time I have caused pain
Unworthy of the support
To all my dreams and endeavors
Unworthy

Undeserving
Undeserving of your kisses
And hugs and smiles
Undeserving of the trust
That I will be giving you as much
Undeserving of the faith
That love would indeed change me
Undeserving of the hope
To become the woman I’m supposed to be
Undeserving

Grateful
For all the times you believed
And held on
And did not let go
For all the times
I was non-committal
And unfair
And inconsiderate
For all the times
I have withheld love
Out of fear and
Unresolved issues
For all the times I received
Without having to give back
For being loved freely
Unconditionally
Irrevocably
Grateful


- For the Significant Someone who i'm indebted to... and would never wanna be without...
Feb. 24, 2002 - 10:23 AM

In the midst of the tears, the heartache, the forced cheerfulness, the body pain, the allergy attack... I am still blessed by love.

Now, to make myself worthy....

I really thought that with mountaineering and all, i've lost my kikay side and will not be able to party anymore. But party I did last night. It was fun gyrating to current popular beats and shocking, just shocking my new friends.

Really had a blast. Really felt sexy again (and believe me, after sweating like a pig and being under constant strain from the sun and heat and lack of water and tired body all day), it was a relief to work your body and sweat because you're really having fun.

The pole at the center of the dance floor didn't help me to behave either.

Little birdie in the sky
Dropped a poopoo in my eye
I didn't scream, I didn't cry
I just thanked GOD that
Carabaos don't fly

Nice to chant this one when you're feeling down... and it IS good to be thankful for small blessings.

our first night together
seems to be hundreds of eons away
our first words to each other
i try and recall everyday
first touch, first dance
your eyes at your first glance
the smell of mingling perfumes
flowers picked in their early bloom
your smile, your wisecracks
that awakened up a part
mannerisms and expressions
which endeared you to my heart
for how long will i remember
no one truly knows
except that you're the other--
half of my lost soul
which brings me to tell you
i'll forever be waiting
coz there's a place inside my being
where only you can reach within

- JS Prom '93
May 1, 1993 9:17 pm

....ok, ok... I admit, this is kinda cheesy and pathetic. But hey, I WAS in high school, and it was February. Anyway, the point to this post is... the guy to which this poem is/was dedicated became the greatest crush of my life. And he ended up dropping from Mapua, dropping from La Salle Top (that one in Dasmariñas, Cavite?), growing a beer belly and haunting bars in Makati. He also ended up sleeping with my bestfriend, the one he courted in 2nd year HS (I didn't know my bf then).

Allow me to be cheesy and post something for ANCHE... these go back to our earlier pexing days....

WHAT IS THE SOUND OF A HEART BREAKING?
by Karen Kunawicz

What is the sound of a heart breaking?
It is the sound of someone curled up in a tiny ball crying softly in the night,
The sound of the first unwanted teardrop touching your skin,
It's the sound of a telephone that doesn't ring,
The sound of regret pounding inside your brain with every heartbeat,
It's the whispers of the toy animals he gave you.
It's the shuffling of feet walking away from you,
The sound of your soul shattering into a million pieces at recognizing the word "goodbye",
It's the soundtrack of memories torturing you,
It's the sound of feeble hands trying to push back the obstinate hands of time,
It's the sound of a cherub's dying breath, the sound of all those years disappearing in the vortex of Cupid's kitchen sink,
It's the unrelenting plaintive baby meows of an abandoned kitten outside an ignoring door.
It's the sound of the rain that doesn't ever stop,
The sound of all the doors shutting and closing in your face at the same time,
Of raging, howling storms in the night when there's no one there to hold you,
The sound of your voice at it screams back at you, the echo of "I love yous" burning holes inside you,
The sound your heart makes as it tells you to lie still because nothing you will ever do will matter without love.
The sound of the waves of the polluted beach you went to as it moves from the shore and crashes inside your mind,
Of the sniffles that make up your pathetic "S0S-to-the-world",
The cracking of the brittle black-red petals from the sidewalk vendor roses he gave,
The sound of the music he used to make going to your gut.
The sound of things in your room being thrown around and landing on the floor,
The caress of kitchen knives on skin,
The sound your throat makes as you swallow your saltiest tear.
It's the sound of your own voice calling out to someone who isn't there,
Of dying birds getting splattered on a city pavement,
Of terms of endearment used a hundred times a day struggling to crawl into a vacuum of forgetfulness,
It's the sound of your own sobs keeping you company,
It's the cold, uncaring stillness of the air you share your space with.
Destruction isn't always as noisy as bombs exploding.
Sometimes the ultimate catastrophes are as quiet as a feather falling on the floor of a Zen monastery.
No one else can really hear your heart breaking except you.

ALL BECAUSE YOU KISSED ME GOODNIGHT

i climbed the door and opened the stairs
said my pyjamas and put on my prayers
i turned off the bed and crawled into light
all because you kissed me goodnight
next morning i woke,
scrambled the shoes and polished the eggs
toasted the news and read the bread
i couldn't tell my left from right
all because you kissed me goodnight
that evening at last i'm my normal self again
so i picked my mom and called the phone
spoke to my puppy and threw dad a bone
even at midnight the sun is still shining bright
all because you kissed me goodnight.

Both were from the collections of GND, who we both miss so much.....

SHOOTIX is a word I use as an expletive sometimes, especially when I get surprised by something irritating.

Shootix is a word I sometimes say when I can’t believe something what was told me, or when in awe of something.

Shootix is the word I moan when being made love to, in repeated successions, and in combination with the words ”bad”, “yes”, “no”, “harder”, etc.

Shootix. My word.

Continue beating until stiff...

Recipes ARE weird. Other things come to mind.

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I've often said that you cannot love someone who you've never met, as a rule. Then again, I am in love with the baby growing in my brother's gf's womb, and cannot wait to be holding him/her in my arms and watching him/her grow.

Uhm, twisted my ankle and literally fell on the streets and got myself knee wounds. Weirdly enough, when I was down and gauging if i twisted my ankle real bad, or if i can still stand...the one thought that came to mind was: Gee, am like a child again...

True enough, it's been decades since I was literally down on my knees because i tripped or fell. But I welcome the humbling reminder that just some 3 years or so ago, I was also spiritually down on my knees and ready to have my life end, right there and then... and of course, the realization that i'm a happier person now and that i've weathered the greatest pain and loss of my life (yet).

The incident also brings to mind something Stephen King wrote in his novel, IT.... something about how, we have to be children first and keep tripping and get wounded.... to prepare ourselves for the bigger challenges, the greater pains of adulthood. Also, to teach us early about humility...and getting back up....

Of course am kinda horny today, I danced till past 2 am last night eh (nope, being horny is not a given for me, thank you)

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First time to be in Kampo last night. First time to also watch my brother's gf, and the future mother of the child I will be spoiling and loving real soon, perform. I love her voice. And I saw what made my brother gather up enough courage to exert effort in getting to know her, and not letting go of her even when threatened by death by her girl's ex. Don't know what will happen to their band, New Level, though, when she has to retire some due to her pregnancy.

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Realized yet again that had I only been gifted by a great singing voice, I could have easily made a career out of stand-up comedy. I mean, I already have a gift for gab....of sorts, I can easily criticize people, I have the ugly face... and the flair for drama... but dang, people will be throwing stones and beer bottles at me if i sing.

Since it was my first time to go to a spa, I was quite shocked to be greeted by a naked body when I entered the shower room. She must have been in her 30s, with her daughter in tow. And again, I was disgusted to see her friends plucking on armpit hair, discarding pantyliners just anywhere, etc. And again, that woman was butt naked! The attendants must have noticed how uncomfy I was with the sight (not that her body was ugly, actually, I believe she has less stretch marks than I do). And by golly, her pubes… didn’t know you can grow them as long. Hers must be sticking out like 2 inches from her genitalia and it was just appaling to behold them.

Anyway, other than that truly awful first 20 minutes, all the rest of my Valentine pampering went smoothly. And since I’m used to a massage every week, I enjoyed the body-slamming (well, lolz, it seemed like it) really well. Even got to doze. Wonder when I can do it again.

What am wearing right now:

If you guys are familiar with Mylene Dizon's character of Sally in that telenovela... am wearing a top like that, you know, these two strips of cloth that you wrap around your neck to support your boobies and you're left generally backless?

And am wearing that to work!!! And am not wearing a bra!!! How's that for Valentine confidence?

And since it's cold....syempre, my nipples are......err, TMI...lolz...