I made a decision on Wednesday morning - I had a word with my boss and then turned in my resignation letter.
Then I realised that in a month's time, my life is going to be surrounded by women. I'm moving to a greener pasture which is created for and by the ladies. 90% of my new company is female. The fringe benefits which I get to enjoy have already got the attention of some of my lady friends.
During the interview, when I mentioned that one of my hobbies is diving, my future boss, a girl (surprise, surprise), has subtly hinted that she enjoys diving too.
I, too, enjoyed how her dress subtly hinted the outline of her body. Grins.
Oh man. So much temptations, so little resistance.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Smoke On The Water
She stood at the edge with the sun in her face, as if she's in the limelight. For a moment, I thought God has answered my prayers. All eyes were on her, including mine.
As she got in, it wasn't hard to notice that the fabric has hugged her tighter than before. It pushed her bosoms up, highlighting her proud curves.
I didn't ignore her butt either (I'm a butt man, just so you know). The sexual tension heightened as I watched the water swerve down her lower back, bend over her butt and drift down her thighs.
Despite this smoky entry, I told myself to remain nonchalant, even though it felt like pushing a knife through my veins.
I continued wading when out of a sudden, she glided alongside me. We exchanged glances for a second. Then she overtook me, as if trying to show off her liquid dance. Indeed, it was enticing to watch the water softly caress her body. I can only wish it was me who's drawing circles on her inner thighs.
In the next hour, she would occasionally skim from behind and rub her thighs against mine. Or she would playfully brush her fingers against my arm. I tried to appear indifferent but I was already all juiced up.
Then, much to my disappointment, she got out and, again, stood at the edge, as if it's the end of a gig.
She threw me a cheeky grin and headed for the showers.
Swimming will never be the same again.
As she got in, it wasn't hard to notice that the fabric has hugged her tighter than before. It pushed her bosoms up, highlighting her proud curves.
I didn't ignore her butt either (I'm a butt man, just so you know). The sexual tension heightened as I watched the water swerve down her lower back, bend over her butt and drift down her thighs.
Despite this smoky entry, I told myself to remain nonchalant, even though it felt like pushing a knife through my veins.
I continued wading when out of a sudden, she glided alongside me. We exchanged glances for a second. Then she overtook me, as if trying to show off her liquid dance. Indeed, it was enticing to watch the water softly caress her body. I can only wish it was me who's drawing circles on her inner thighs.
In the next hour, she would occasionally skim from behind and rub her thighs against mine. Or she would playfully brush her fingers against my arm. I tried to appear indifferent but I was already all juiced up.
Then, much to my disappointment, she got out and, again, stood at the edge, as if it's the end of a gig.
She threw me a cheeky grin and headed for the showers.
Swimming will never be the same again.
Friday, July 03, 2009
Fallen
This is going to be a short post. Will write more by the end of next week.
On 26 June 2009, while the world mourned for the King of Pop, I was disheartened to see a fellow colleague leave. She is a young, petite, doe-eyed lady. The first time I met her two years ago, I believed in angels.
But she's an angel who smoked.
Anyway, on that fateful day, I paid her a visit at her work station to bid farewell. We were reminiscing in a cheery mood when she suddenly blurted, "I can still remember how you interviewed me two years ago."
"You would never say no to me whenever I needed help. You have been a part of my life & this part will never be forgotten."
I was pulverized. It was really sad to see an angel leave.
On a lighter note, I noticed that a number of girls have started to come into my life, accepting my invitations to movie dates, lunch dates, dinner dates & drinking dates.
I was thrilled by this phenomenon and regard this as a case of pure coincidence.
But I can't help & think. Was it because I've started to smile more? Have I become less reclusive? Is it because of my new tan? Friends have commented that I've lost weight. Was it because of that?
I have no idea.
I guess it was my goal to be as charming as George Clooney or Robert Downey Jr. when I reach 30. Then I'd surround myself with friends like Brad Pitt & Matt Damon & the like to complete the picture.
*Day dreams*
On 26 June 2009, while the world mourned for the King of Pop, I was disheartened to see a fellow colleague leave. She is a young, petite, doe-eyed lady. The first time I met her two years ago, I believed in angels.
But she's an angel who smoked.
Anyway, on that fateful day, I paid her a visit at her work station to bid farewell. We were reminiscing in a cheery mood when she suddenly blurted, "I can still remember how you interviewed me two years ago."
"You would never say no to me whenever I needed help. You have been a part of my life & this part will never be forgotten."
I was pulverized. It was really sad to see an angel leave.
On a lighter note, I noticed that a number of girls have started to come into my life, accepting my invitations to movie dates, lunch dates, dinner dates & drinking dates.
I was thrilled by this phenomenon and regard this as a case of pure coincidence.
But I can't help & think. Was it because I've started to smile more? Have I become less reclusive? Is it because of my new tan? Friends have commented that I've lost weight. Was it because of that?
I have no idea.
I guess it was my goal to be as charming as George Clooney or Robert Downey Jr. when I reach 30. Then I'd surround myself with friends like Brad Pitt & Matt Damon & the like to complete the picture.
*Day dreams*
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