I should have blogged this before. But I wasn't ready. I feel like being tired of flirting and want to keep a strong image of control. It's like he's luring me and make his collection. I was turned off when he gave somebody else a Tobleron bar. It was awful to see that he really has a monster appetite.
But for my last moment at PNB, I got turned on again. He even brought his camera and took pictures for my surprise Despedida party at Chickboy. He even ride with me in the shuttle. He said, he won't play badminton and just want to go home. He sprayed his perfume which still lingers in my senses.
How I remember when we drink wine. He seduced to me to kiss him but I turned away.... Then we slept. I actually watched him while his sleep. He's so handsome with a Greek god-like body. And his manhood terribly made me such a liar to myself that I don't want to make one night with him. How I wish I could bring back that moment. That moment we cherished when we're riding home in the shuttle. I just can't help myself but to put my head on his shoulder...
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