Melting...

“You know what they say about guitarist’s fingers right? They’re really skilled,” he said with a cheeky smile and then kissed me.
I giggled, I’d been doing a lot of that the whole time we were tangled in each other’s limbs, skin on skin; other stuff in other stuff… my whole body was in tune with his, electricity surging through both of us. The whole house was our playground; the shower, the floor, the kitchen, the balcony, and boy did we play.
Later on, cuddling in bed, he tilts my forehead, looks into my eyes, “you have the most beautiful eyes; sexy and playful but there’s still enough innocence left in them.” I blush again, rub my nose against his.
“You’re amazing,” he says, “why didn’t I meet you sooner?” this time I kiss him, eyes closed because they would betray how I’m feeling, they would betray my heart, and I’m still deathly scared of getting hurt.
“You’re pretty amazing yourself babe,” I just barely manage to say. Just barely because he’s kissing my neck again. Light, sensual kisses, awakening my core, I feel a familiar wetness between my legs and I bite my lip. Here we go again…
He’s on top; I’m on top, the headboard crashes into the wall. His body speaks to mine and mine responds; I bite his shoulder to keep a scream in because I’m sure by now the neighbors are tired of hearing our lovemaking. He sucks one nipple, gently pinches the other. I dig my hands into his back and he thrusts deeper. A bead of sweat drips off his forehead, I watch as it makes its way through the dried up river bed that is my cleavage. Everything we do is art, every sound we make is music, and the way our bodies fit together is poetry.
He stops me and I panic, “what’s wrong?” he looks into my eyes, kisses my forehead, “nothing’s wrong, I just want to savor this, I want to make love to you, this isn’t just about fucking.”
Oh shit, is that a balancing tear that I feel? I look away, kiss his shoulder. “I’m not going to hurt you babe, I promise. That had better be a happy tear I see.”
I look up and he’s frowning at me. I kiss his frown lines, then his nose, then his lips. “It’s a happy tear. It’s definitely a happy tear.”
He kisses me, slow and deep, and starts up again, a slow rhythm. He holds my hands, watches my face as he pleases me, kisses me everywhere he can reach. Intense doesn’t begin to explain it, the spirituality about sex suddenly made sense to me. I am, most certainly, in heaven.

[now playing: Melting – Tristan Prettyman]

lol, smiley face =)

Hello dear bloggers, it's the annoyingly happy version of me that you will have to bear with for a while now, a thousand apologies!
I hope you all had a fab weekend? Wait, how long has it been since I wrote? 9 days? Well I hope you’ve all had a fab 9 days, I know I have =)
I met a boy y’all... and he’s awesome, he plays guitar aswel but he’s nothing like Mr. Complications, he’s complication free and I’m loving it!! I’m not saying too much about this because, well, I don’t want to jinx it, but I AM taking things slow, and he doesn’t seem to be in any big rush either. We’re just getting to know each other, enjoying each other’s company, and randomly kissing in the middle of conversations which I must say, I don’t think our mutual friends appreciate very much... It's not my fault he has the most amazing lips ;)hehe
I’m super whipped, it’s been a while since I was this excited about a boy who was equally as excited about me =) *happy sigh*
My love life aside, I'm back in uni and I'm hoping for an awesome, drama - free semester. Wish me luck!!xx

[listening to: Falling For You – Colbie Calliat]

Rom Com = Rom Con

Boy meets girl. Boy falls for girl. Boy fights for girl and despite numerous challenges (they’re from different social/ financial backgrounds, he/she screws up majorly, blah blah blah…) they find a way to be together. Because in the all – too – perfect world of romantic comedies, love prevails.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, allow me to drop some knowledge on you: this is all one big con. A money – making ploy by Hollywood, Hallmark and the flower and confectionery industries to tug at our heartstrings, and force us to cough up millions in an attempt to win that “special” someone.
Don’t get me wrong, I am a strong believer in love, and in an ideal world, everyone would have their own little rom – com going on. But the world is not ideal and, to quote one of these multi – million franchises, most of us are the rule, not the exception.
So we don’t always end up with “the one”, there are rarely ever these grand gestures of love like rooms full of roses and people belting out ballads in the rain accompanied by badly tuned stereos (isn’t that a mild electric shock waiting to happen?), people running through the airport with a last minute ticket purchased to get through security so they can stop the person they love from leaving with the “wrong” person, the startling confessions of love that make us reach for the tissues and make that ugly half – smiling, half- -crying face… well, you catch my drift… The sad fact is that life is severely underwhelming in comparison, and these movies do nothing but mislead those of us who are foolish enough to buy into them. Woe unto the suckers who decide to date said foolish women, for they shall find themselves competing with sparkly vampires and other such icons of foolish love, a battle which no mere mortal without the help of lights, HD cameras, a possible award – winning script, and years of production and fine – tuning, can win.
Wow, don’t I sound like the bitter bitch! Totally not my intention, I was just thinking, these movies put men (and women, sometimes) on ridiculous pedestals. I believe in soulmates and that there is someone for each of us out there. And the funny thing about soulmates is, we may not always get exactly what we want, but we most definitely get exactly what we need… methinks God/ the Universe/ whatever or whoever you choose to believe in has a great sense of humor…and with that dear bloggers, I am putting the Universe out of its misery, and retracting my previous list of outrageous demands… well, most of them ;)