We'd been txting since that heated night, had also tried to meet up
but it didn't seem to work out, until a few days later... It was a
friend's last night in town and he was flying out the next morning, so
we went out, with the intention of making it an early night,
throughout the night we were exchanging txts....

Him : what's it like tonight?
Me : it's not too bad, better vibe than last night :)
Him : are you still with your friend?
Me : yeh, he's low key though lol, doesn't drink much :p
Him : it's his last night yeh, chill with him, quiet night for me

At this point our early night was coming to a close ...

Me : heading home now... He's afraid he won't wake up
Him : ok then have fun!
Me : ok lets stop playing games, I want you, and you want me. Where?
And do you want to meet tonight?
Him : hehe cute :) My place. Yes. You?
Me : for you? Yes!
Him : sounds like I set the bar kinda high :)
Me : you don't even know...

When making my way over, I started getting anxious, nervous about the
possibility of what I recalled from our night together, the
physicalness, may be not as good as it I thought it was... He came to
meet me outside and it seemed awkward walking back to his home... He
asked, you seem nervous?.. I replied.. Hrmm... He says, don't be..
Proceeds to cup my face in his hands, leans down and kisses me
gently.... I m e l t e d... And the rest is history...

Much can be said for stamina ;) it was better than I had remembered... ....

Question is : Does This Little Piggy get Roast Beef?

SB

Spotted at my local, he definitely stood out. Smiling, having fun, dancing... I was in fact dared to-go-there, to takeaway, but declined, and instead suggested that I would at least speak with him and get his number... The next night, at the local, he was there again and being slightly intoxicated I cannot remember the details but we got to chatting that night... Well not just chatting... we found out he lived only just across the road from me, so we taxied home... He walked us home, straight to the door, and for some reason.... I suggested that I would walk him home... A suggestion I did not regret...

What ensued was a steamy, mind blasting, leave-you-with-a-silly-grin-on-your-face-the-next-day night to make up for the lack of and even to keep me happy for sometime!! I have an appetite, one could say of the obese kind, but that night 4 times 4 hours, definitely left me satiated and grinning ear to ear. However, it wasn't just his stamina I was more than satisfied with, let's just say the size of his portion was US portion size, UPSIZED. Oh and his kiss................. The next morning I woke up my body feeling like I had had a run and a gym workout the day before.... Well it was definitely a marathon of a night!!

He walked me home that night, and we exchanged numbers at his suggestion... I wasn't expecting anything, but I am sure all know that the This Little Piggy nursery rhyme has more than one line, don't we?? ;p

SB

I love travelling... but i do not enjoy flying. Sitting in a seat with limited room and ability to move around is not something i generally look forward to. As a frequent traveller of long haul flights it has always been best practice for me to pre-book an aisle or window seat before hand, purely because those seats make the journey more 'bearable'. 

I board the plane and as I’m walking through the cabin, I look down at my boarding pass. 34B…. B!!! This is definitely not the seat I had booked! I stop to talk to the Air Steward and explained what had happened. I’m a bit irritated at this stage, because the person at the counter had changed my seats without informing me and the thought of having to sit in a middle seat for an 8hour flight?! Not impressed AT ALL! He apologises and states there is nothing he can do at this stage. He advises me to take my seat and after take off he will check to see if there’s any aisle or window seats in the rest of the plane. I look around me and am not hopeful, as it’s a full flight.

I continue walking up towards my seat. 30… 31… 32… 34. Hmm.. at least there’s a cute guy in the seat next to me.

I sit down and introduce myself to the two people I’m sitting between. The cute guy turns out to be an American. The girl on the other side of me is an Italian. I tell them both about my seat ‘saga’. In response American guy, Pete, offers to swap seats with me. I turn the offer down but smile to myself at how sweet he was being.

Pete and I hit it off immediately. He’s an attractive man in his late 20’s. 6ft 1, short brown hair, brown eyes, a cheeky smile with dimples to die for. This is accompanied with broad shoulders and an impressive pair of biceps… very nice GUNS as some would say. It turns out that he’s in the Marine…which explains his hot physique.

We talk about all sorts of things. Where we were from, what we do, where we were going etc. And then he asks me if I was single. I pause.. then I say ‘Yes I am, are you?’ And his response.. ‘yes, I am VERY single’.

We talk about the fact that as a Marine, he gets paid more if he is married. (they get an ‘away’ allowance) He turns to me and says, when we get off this plane, lets get married and she (the girl sitting on the other side) can be our witness. I laugh at this and say ‘Yes, ok, what type of ring will you get me?’ We continue joking with the idea of us getting married. We talk about how many kids we’d have and what we would call them. The girl I was sitting next to me must have been thinking ‘WTF?!?’

At the start of our conversation, Pete had mentioned that he had not slept the night earlier as they had pulled an all-nighter. A couple of hours into our flight, I notice that he is struggling to stay awake. He says to me ‘I apologise in advance if I lean into your space and I don’t mean to come across dodgy, but I have pretty broad shoulders, so feel welcome to lean on them’. I smile at him and say  ‘Thank you, that’s very kind’.

So I don’t know how it happened exactly, but next thing you know, the arm barrier between us has been moved up, and I find myself snuggled comfortably into his warm chest. This is so unreal I think to myself. A stranger whom I had JUST met and there we were as if we’d be a couple for many years.. And then, almost out of instinct, I start stroking his arm, initially to help him relax and fall asleep. But this actually arouses him and well… lets just say, he no longer wants to sleep…. and before long… things get heated under the blankets.

I'm not going to go into the details as to what happened under the blankets apart from saying that it was 'Exhilarating'!!! and thank goodness it was a night flight, so everyone else was sleeping!

I must also point out that this was the first time anything like that has happened to me on a flight. And if you ask me, would I do it again if given the opportunity?

HELL YEA and bring on my next long haul flight!!

PS. An hour into the flight, the air steward did come back to me and informed that there were no aisle/window seats in the rest of the plane... and funnily enough, i was fine with that....

So here i was, happily sitting with my chilled lemony drink (alcoholic of course) gossiping away, laughing rambunctiously (as i always do) and he ambles (yes.. AMBLES) over and asks in the most delicious accent;

Your radiance if I can call it that, a golden marble-esque likeness, too beautiful to even belong to your sun kissed skin.
The look in your eye is like that of a winner staring down his opponent before the match has even begun.

Yes, confidence is a virtue my dear.
You don't know it yet, but some day I'm going to make you mine.
 

Apparent spiel is:

Hi there, I'm just on my way to meet some friends (to show you're not a freak) but had to stop and talk to you because I know I'll regret it if I don't. I think you're <insert adj here> i.e. gorgeous, beautiful, stunning, hot and was hoping to get your number so that we might meet up for a coffee sometime. You can give me a fake number if you'd like but I really do hope you give me your real one. <cue winning smile>

Seems simple and to-the-point with the right balance of coolness and sincerity. The only problem is, I have to do the spiel in Chinese. Fine. But once translated to Chinese, the above spiel won't cut it. It was suggested that I say: Nei ho ying ar. Ngo surn diu nei ar. Now that definitely ain't going to work. Well. Actually it might but It needs to have tact and class.

I'm currently sitting on: Hi, sorry to bother you but I wanted to come over and tell you that I think you're very special (很特別) I'd love to get to know you better so was wondering if you could give me your number.

If you have any ideas for a spiel, feel free to leave a comment and let me know!

Otherwise <watch this space>

xTeacher

I saw him again, after 2 months from first meeting him. He still made me laugh till I cried, and trust me, I feel so stupid when I do that. Is it really that funny? I freaking well hope so, if not I’d just look like a right idiot!

Its been so long since I have been in the game, I just don’t know what to do anymore! Its crazy! I’ve been told that I’ve running pretty close in to friendship territory, and trust me, I feel it. But dammit, I’m too goddamned chicken right now!!

Ok wait, I might as well tell you my failed attempts ok? This guy, I tell you, doesn’t give me much to work on… or maybe my “passes” are too weak or way to subtle, or he’s just PLAIN BLUR! So many times when we were together, I’d place my hand on his back when I wanted to say something to him, place my hand on his arm while trying to decide what to eat, subtle touches here and there, I mean, geez, what more do you want. So many times, I just wanted to impulsive hold his hand, or hug him, or link arms, it seemed so natural, but I chickened out, I’m not sure what it is with this guy…..

We had great conversations while we were together, speaking of life, the past, family, relationships, there were even many silences, which I felt comfortable in, being together, for me at least, seemed really easy.

But like I say, no real indication from this guy, so I don’t know if its because he’s not interested, or just not realising it?? Why can’t this thing be easy!!

I have to say, I did fail really, if he did make an attempt throughout our time together. Upon reflection and hindsight, I might have f$#k’d it up thrice…

1)      While walking along the coast, he asked if I was cold – what did this dumb ass say? “No – I’m alright” – F’n stupid!!! I wonder what he would have done if I said YES!!

2)      While walking in the sun, he pulls out his umbrella – “would I like to come under his umbrella-ella-ella” he asks? My answer – “No, I’d feel to shames” WTF?!?!?!?!?!? I tried to redeem myself in this one, but f’n retarded. See what I mean by out of the freaking game… I should just let the guy look after me FFS!

3)      I was walking with my duffel bag, and he asks “can I  help you carry that”  -what does this idiotic, pathetic, useless out of practice fool do? “Nah, its not that heavy” WT!@#$!#$%^@$%!@#$!#$%!#$%!#$@$

Trust me, I am kicking myself. Is there any hope of redemption? Is this 3 times your OUT????? I hope not!! Because I really like the stupid guy!

So after some encouragement, and the fact that this was eating me up, and of course, I didn’t tell the guy while we were together, about how I felt, [freaking wish he would tell me, that is if he does feel the same]… but anyway…I decided I had to rip this sh*t off like a bandaid, get it over and done with and let the misery pass. So I muster up the courage to CALL the guy – it would be our second phone conversation – most of our conversations take place via IM… Played my “IN” in to the topic well, and after 30 mins, I was building up the courage to blurt it out, but alas! We get cut off! (Is that a sign?) But instead of calling back, we just IM’d as he was busy, then I asked him if he would be sleeping soon, as he is no night owl and it was late, because there was something else I wanted to talk to him about… he said yup soon, but whats up? I said its’ alright… next time… his reply  - OK… I CHICKENED OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Plus I was going to do it via IM instead of over the phone!! So now really, I’m thinking, should I call him again later this week? Or just IM it when we chat next? Or write a freaking email?

What am I to do?? I know I have to tell him, I’ve given myself to the end of this week. I can’t bear this suspense anymore! I’ll tell him, just need to figure out how! Sometimes is like I’m making excuses to get myself out of it, the mind is a powerful organ, that is for sure…

I’ll have an answer by the end of the week, Friday in fact, so keep posted. I can’t handle this no more.. and I think its better I tell him now, than wait, where the chance to actually be a couple may be lost to friendship. I haven’t felt so flustered for so long! Face to face would be so much easier! I should have seized the chance when we were together.. DAMMIT! So much to regret!! Better make something I won’t regret right?!? I mean, if he says he doesn’t feel the same, no bigs, we are adults, we can still be friends and if he says that he does, then it will be a journey – but either way, what do I have to lose right?

Till next time :s

It all happened so unexpectedly…

It was not like we hadn’t been away on trips together alone before. So why and how did this one trip turn out so different to any of the other ones, I don’t know.

Jeremy and I have been good friends for many years. He moved to Spain about 10 years ago, but we always maintained contact. We would organise trips away to meet up and it was always great fun.

This time, we organised to meet in Malaga.. Sun, beach, total relaxation and a good catch up with Jeremy was what I expected. BUT…I got more. Much much more…  What I got was HOT, STEAMY, AMAZING sex! Yup.. totally unexpected!

So how??

Well, the first night we get there, it is a hot night, so we go for a swim in the pool. I don’t know if it was because of the fact we were in Spain on a lovely holiday, or because it was a beautiful night, or because we both horny, or because of all of the above, but that night, we got it on! And oh boy, the sexual chemistry we had… it was pretty off the chart!

So the whole holiday ended up being spent indoors… well, with a few occasional ‘outdoor’ moments too. It was all so easy and I guess the main reason for this is the fact that we already know each other so well. The whole time we were doing it, I couldn’t help but think, IF ONLY we had discovered this earlier!

Then the end of the trip nears. He asks ‘do you think things would work between us if we living in the same country?’ My immediate answer ‘No, we would probably piss each other off!’ Now, why I said that I’m not too sure. Because thinking about it, we could probably work. But I've never thought of Jeremy as more than a friend. I mean, he's attractive, intelligent, has great body and we definitely get along! So when we use to live in the same country, why have I never put him in the pool of 'potential boyfriends' list?

So months have gone by now. We still keep in touch and he tells me he very often thinks back to the times we had in Malaga. Things aren’t awkward, we still talk to each other about our current love life and drama’s (that will be another few stories) but it is still weird… going from good friends to having seen each other in a ‘different’ light…

As it is coming close to the next ‘holiday’ we have planned, I am not sure what will happen. But I definitely know this, he wants more of what he had from Malaga, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t.