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That is one scary moment. That, and you pre-cum look. Which might be scary too...
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That is one scary moment. That, and you pre-cum look. Which might be scary too... Wow. Just like that, bang! We are two days into the first official work week of the year. And...um...well, it feels like...work  Granted, some people are still trickling back from they holidays and it'll probably be full force next week on, but still. It's moving kinda fast :SLast evening, just as I got to my door, a friend of mine called, and she was frantic. She was having marital problems (and she decided to call...me?! Yeah...I'm still puzzled ) and I was trying to calm her down. I was struggling with my keys from my bag, and eventually managed to get in, kick my shoes off and dumped my bag on the couch. All the while keeping the phone on my ear so I can hear her. I was pacing around the house, trying to be a friend and hear her out, without coming across as trying to tell her what to do, or anything like that. As it would, it went on for awhile so I decided I'd get comfortable. I undid my skirt, let it drop to my feet and stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor. I also un-bottoned my blouse completely, and (thankfully) left it on. I slouched onto my couch and carried on our conversation. This went on past an hour and we finally hung up. I was still seated when I head a knock on my door. I looked up and my neighbour was standing there. Yes, the same creepy, stalker neighbor. What fucking luck right? I reacted angrily. I snapped, and asked how the hell did he open my door. I was midway into ranting how he had no right when I heard him say I had actually left it open. I paused, thought about it, and realized that i HAD indeed left it open. Or rather neglected to close it cos I was on the phone, when I came home. I was still thinking about it when he started moving in. He was already a few steps in when I screamed. He, of course, jumped. He told me I looked shaken, and asked if I was ok. I told him yes, and he needed to get the fuck out. I was tempted to ask him how long he had stood there, but I figured he must have been there long enough to see me in my underwear. I literally had to threaten him to get the fuck out before he backed out, and left, closing the door behind him. And THAT, was really, fucking, scary. I'm quite convinced he's quite harmless considering he's got his mom and living with him, but still. That level of creepiness is not welcome. I jumped up, ran to the door and locked it right after it shut. Can't believe he actually came into my house. I'm still soo damn pissed. -_- Freaking me the fuck out like that. I should go punch him in his face every time I pass his flat. Good thing is I've got a friend moving in with me in a few weeks with her boyfriend. She was a housemate of mine for a few years before I got this place so, that shouldn't be too much of an adjustment. I should be more careful. Did I mention I'm still fuming? (More at myself too, to be honest..) Bringing things down a notch, I was having breakfast with Mr Married (I made breakfast. Figured it was the least I could do after I called him to come over in my panicked, rage-fill phone call to him last night) when our conversation moved from him not being very agreeable to me having people over for a few months, to how my jaw moves when I'm about to cum. LOL Aside from being typical, average breakfast conversation , the jump in topic was...in hindsight, quite a leap. He claims, ok, "claims', that I vary from looking like I'm about to cry, to looking like I'm thinking really hard, to sometimes, looking like I'm angry Of COURSE I deny it. But I after thinking about it for awhile, I'm thinking he knows me a little more than I give him credit for. I guess he would after...almost a decade And the jaw thing, I'm never admitting it but I know what he's talking about. Not the first person to tell me that. LOLI don't know about you, but I get quite embarrassed and self conscious about it. I don't plan on hiding it. It is what it is, right?  So, here's the question - do YOU know how you look like when you're about to cum? Are you aware of how you look? LOL
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LOL.....no.
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Food for thought indeed. I would try to look in the mirror, but it's probably hard to see with my eyes closed. The missus is usually to distracted to notice anyway.
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And here was me thinking how nice it would be to be one of your neighbours. And now you have me ever so curious about those jaw movement. It's usually the lower abdomen movements that grab my attention. Sir Teezalot WAR IS ABSURD
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I don't know. I usually feel like my head was caught in a vise between two strong thighs attempting to crush my skull. At that moment, I think I'd look rather gross. Or like a sandwich. Fun and Pleasure in Sunny Side Singapore. Come visit my blog and let's chat and explore.
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