My Nyah, him, and the banggg
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh… It’s been years since my last blog. Hmmm what can i say? I met Nanda last Tuesday. And of course it’s great. One of the teachers at my last work placa called. Don’t know what she wants… Yurie will be moving to The Ritz .. (Damn Bitch!!). And my nyah was in her great shape.. i think. She said she was a little bit chubbier, but i can’t seem to find the difference… Whoops!. Of course as usual she is pretty as ever.
My Nyah read my blog… and she said "That blog was about that guy, right?". And me with my stupid look and open mouth … nodding at her with no doubt.
HAAAAAAAAAhhh…. I told you i don’t hate that guy, it just ’till now i’m still can’t seem to find any suitable person for me to … hhmmm have you ever had this thingy about talking with a guy and you feel so close, and all you do is just talking and talking and laughing and joking around without having his tongue in your mouth or his hands grabbing your ass? Well with him…it’s a feeling of he can undressed you but you don’t actually have to do it. Saves time, doesn’t it?
It’s sexy. You want more. And he can read your mind even before you have to say anything about it. Not even the cue words. It’s more than completing each other but … that thing just blends right. Uhhh i love that word… blends.
I wonder those people who’s doing yoga can do that … you close your eyes and bangg you have sex…you close your eyes and bang you lose weight… Sassy…
Haaaaaaaaaaaahhh… I need a vacation…
