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ISH.......

i know this is late.but what can i say. one cant exactly vouch for hotel internet.....
anyhoothe object of my utmost affection and poignant musings finally showed up.TWO HOURS LATE!i had lost all hope of going out, had wiped my make up off and slipped into my jalabiyah,ready for bed. i'm sure anyone who reads "slipped" would expect that i would be slipping into some sexy scarlet peignoir..HA! RIGHT! nothing like a huge voluminous jalabiyah to comfort when one has been needlessly abandoned on a friday night. i do admit that i may have been a tad too unfeeling when he told me earlier that he felt sickly. i may have said something like "I DONT GIVE A FLYING FUCK" but please understand that i had psyched myself up to go out. thats justification enuogh isnt it?
Anyways, right in the middle of a particularly interesting scene in 'war of the world' in which cruisy-boy was looking good enough to be pulled out of the tv, i am interrupted by the jarring sound of my ringtone. i dont bother to wonder who would be calling because i knew who it was. voila! i was not dissapointed. He apologized profusely for keeping me waiting and said he was currently at my room door hoping to be let in. needless to say i throw off the comforting jalabiyah, slipped into the satin peignoir, mussed my hair up a bit and went to let him in.
Does this make me a brazen hussy with absolutely no pride, i hope so.because i was in no position to say no even if i wanted to when he looked so sinfully handsome. I could tell he had just taken a bath because his hair glistened,he smelled sooo good.and he knew...he just stood there wearing that sexy grin.i on the other hand responded with a half smile. that sexy come hither look that just turns guys on. no words were needed.
we emerged an hour later...both wearing grins...plus one thing....my heels.

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man_jude said…
i like ur writing so much i've decided to go back to the begining and read everytin i missed.....lovely piece of writing.....

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