TwentySex

Sometimes sexual tension is even better than sex itself. I myself am a bigger fan of foreplay than the actual coitus. The building up of excitement, the endless possibilities, will he or wouldn’t he? would i dare? yes, I’m a sucker for those. So sitting in front of a guy completely dressed trying to come up with something brilliant or even at least witty to say when all i really want to do is ask him to go with me to the rest room of the Star bucks we’re in so we can make a go at it, was sheer heaven.

It was the day before my 26th birthday and I didn’t have to go to work but then since it was the middle of the week none of my friends were available. Lucky for me a guy I used to chat with suddenly resurfaced out of nowhere. So he was my something to do for that day.

There he was sitting in front of me. He was nice enough to buy me another cup after I already finished the one that I got waiting for him because he wasn’t able to leave the office right away. He was far from what I had expected. Clean cut, soft spoken a little bit shorter than me with the preppy get up. Certainly not what you’d expect from a guy who once told me that he likes to bang straight guys up until the point that they would lose all sense of manhood that they wouldn’t feel they have the right to sleep with a woman ever again.

I told him this and all he could do was smile and blush ten shades of red. Thats when I knew I had him. So it was a grueling two hours of pretentious albeit profound conversation. As much as I wanted him to discuss with me how he does the pounding that takes away a guy’s masculinity I couldn’t because the darned place was so crowded and i think the lesbians from the next table were listening in on our conversation. So i had to content myself with the non verbal cues. the searing stares, the lip bites the naughty smirks. In the end it got so frustrating that we had to call it a night.

He did the sweetest thing and waited for me to catch a ride while we were standing across the street from each other. I texted him “what are you doing still standing there?” he replied, “waiting for birthday boy to get a ride.”.

In all honesty while I was on the bus home I thought to myself that I was glad that nothing did happen. It would’ve taken away the sweetness of the moment for me.

But then of course when I got home I quickly sent a message to a guy who lived nearby that I had drunken sex with once on the rooftop of his apartment building. This time around we did it at the part of the rooftop that houses the controls for the elevator, After sex we were sitting on the ledge of the roof deck staring at Makati’s skyline as it greeted the morning of my birthday and I told him what I’ve always wanted to tell him ever since we did it the first time. Puffing on the last stick of cigarette I brought with me I told him “You’re not really as good as you think you are.”

Now before you start judging me for being mean allow me to give you a brief backgrounder. The guy’s a jerk and he’s so full of himself thats why I never considered dating him because I would die first before I let anyone see me out with him but then he was a warm body and I was cold on my birthday. I did him a big favor by bringing him down to earth with the rest of us human beings and besides I did let him blow the candle on my birthday cake.

Cry For You (Dave Ramone Extended Mix) – September

Advertisement