I dreamed of him again, his fingers thrashing wildly in my clammed up vagina. My nipples were erect, not from pleasure, but from shame. His pot belly was sliding conveniently across my breasts, all the way up, till his penis found its way into my unwilling mouth, forcing my lips apart, the entire shaft went down my throat.
I grasped the sheets so tight, eyes clenched shut. A single, angry tear rolled down my cheek, disappearing down the snow white pillow without a trace. The room was silent, as though filled with a crowd of invisible, awkward spectators, all listening to the sound of me gagging.
He then fucked me, perspiration running down his temple. I laid still, my body stiffly rocking to his plunges. I wanted to throw up. I felt as though my ribs were buckling under his weight. I could smell his sweat and taste that overpowering stench of lust and greed. His penis stuck in like a sore entrapment.
“I will see you again. And I will fuck you harder. I own you, bitch.”
I left the room, my body felt like it was on fire. I wanted to throw my dirty self down a building. But all the inspiration quotes I read the day before acted like a guide, calming my frenzied mind, holding back my impulse… of death.
How can I die? I have to repay my parents for raising me. I have to make sure he won’t post up dirty stories of me, smearing my name with rancid bullshit even after I am stone cold in a casket.
I locked myself in my room, where I was supposed to feel the safest. I slapped myself over and over again. I deserved to be punished. For allowing a fat, disgusting mad man to degrade me this way. Desecrate my life, ripping it to shreds, until there’s no shadow to my own soul. I took out a whip and lashed out at my vagina. This disgusting piece of flesh that was raped and abused. I wanted so much, for it to be removed from my body.
The pain comforted me. I told myself this bitter punishment will relief me a tad bit from this horrible sin. The physical treatment was like a weaponry pastor. I prayed to the rod for forgiveness.
I slammed my head against the wall, as if the memories could be knocked out from the impact.
With each stronger blow I dealt, the lesser I felt. I continued doing it until everything goes numb, my face red from the hard slaps, my lower body paralyzed from the lashes. I lie down on my bed, quivering, shaking, crying. Still, my soul chose not to dissipate. Still, my heart beats. My body wanted to live. I had to crawl through the brambles of life’s cruel, existing torment.
I realized by then, epiphany through sheer misery; that death… is a reward.
And I do not deserve it yet.
Drag your feet, trudge through the grime. Let dirt decorate your skin but never taint your soul. Breathe, like the world owes you. Cling on harder and harder like an adamant root in the eroded soil. Cling on to life.
It has been 500000 years since I blogged. I apologize for that. Had been sum real crazy weeks so far. Here’s to many more blogposts ahead. I thank y’all for always being here reading my shit despite me being pretty non-existent.
I pray words don’t forsake me, I am repentant and i will blog more ok.
Been wanting to do this quick blog post on a really cute lil reptilian cafe in Bangkok, Pratunam area yeah boy cuz Im a fucking typical tourist.
Set inside Neon street, (Talad Neon Night market) It’s super near GLOW pratunam so you can’t miss it.
It’s right at the corner, so it’s easy to locate. You’ll see lil tortoises outside. The entire cafe is made out of containers.
You can buy “pets food” to feed the rabbits and tortoises outside. Pity you can’t put the hares vs torty to a race but they are cute as hell and will make your 30baht super worth it.
They have 1 beetle, 3 spiders, quite a few lizards, 1 frog, 4 noisy birds, some smelly porcupines and a lot of snakes.
If you are a reptile lover like me, you’d be thrilled to know the lizards are part of your guests at the tables.
Some lil hats for your scaly friends.
And yes, your tables are actually the snakes’ home. So you may enjoy looking at the snakes from your glass tables while chowing down on your waffles with icecream. Reasonable food – But DO order their coconut shake. Its fantastic.
You can also take out the snakes if you can’t just “LOOK, DONT TOUCH”. Because here, everything also can touch one. Except the staff.
Conquered my fear of spideys today by getting started with diz really friendly tarantula who did nothing but just stood still on my palm like a docile ornament.
Please visit this cute cafe’s facebook if you are interested to know more:
But No, I will not be going anywhere near Brown recluses or Goliath bird eaters or whatever shit.
PVP ESPORTS in SINGAPORE!
So yeah, I spent like 3k rm on this beautiful CM arcana costume. I really liked it and I felt it was money well spent despite abit of hiccups here and there. The material is awesome and every detail is intricate and accurate.
I think most importantly its super comfortable and I can wear it for the whole day. You know me, its practicability that comes first xD
Had a “fun and wild” night with Swifty from Signify, hailing from India. Signify represented India in PVP esports and pitted against teams like Team Secret, LGD and Fnatic.
The champion was claimed by Team secret.
I am open to cosplay shoots and event jobs, simply drop me a dm on instagram : valeisky
or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
My viewer took this unglam photo of me But i find it funny as hell HAHAHA.
Anyway if you guys would like to catch me stream on bigo, I stream for 50 hours a month on bigo with the ID: Valeisky
Will be posting again soon with some new pics and updates on my hair.
BY NEXT WEEK. I have made a death pact on this. YES REALLY.
Signing off with love (for now but not FOREVER),
Your old and fat Goddess Valeisky
I think everyone has contemplated the intricate allure of death, if not many, at least once in their lives. We first enter this world, like a silken cloth, free from marring, from pollutants, from desecration. As we age, we start to grow. The growth of our physique may give our age away, but this aesthetic form; is just a mere facade, is it not?
At different phases of life, we birth many desires; some strange, some childish, some ridiculous. But in most phases of our life, we crave love.
That is one thing humans will never stop wanting.
I reminisce sometimes, with a tinge of abhorrence, and pangs of disgust the one boy in my life that I spent 2 years of my life thinking he was what love really was about.
How wrong was I?
I am sure you have felt this before, your palms sweating, heart racing when the phone rings with a text from him. You schedule your every day around his ups and abouts, keeping time free and skipping your meals just to wait for his casual “Wanna meet for dinner?” You talk relentlessly to your friends about him, how cute he’d look in this 500$ shirt you just bought for him, and spend your days thinking of how to doll up better so he can finally say “you look nice.” (But obviously i never had the luxury to hear that from him.)
I have chased that guy, not only in a bid to get together with him, but also literally. Chased him down the streets publicly calling his name, tears strewn amok my cheeks, begging him to stop, but hell I wasn’t much of a runner but I sure was determined as fuck. What was I even chasing him for? What was I sorry about? Nothing. Evidently, I was sorry because that’s what he wanted to hear. I was chasing him because that was what he wanted to see.
My sister brought his name up again once during dinner days ago. She was laughing and joking about how amusing it is when I, the pathetic girl so madly in “love” with him, was mopping the floor with tears wetting the ground faster than the mop could do its work. I can, at that point, understood from her point of view, how comical it was. But the girl I once was, was so remotely shattered it felt like I died so many times over.
I remember that day, he had blocked me on all media. And back in those days there WEREN’T many platforms you could talk to someone on. He wanted a break up, for the millionth time, because he was in army and he has gotten bored of this plain jane with a flat chest who loved him so much, she gave him everything. With nothing left to offer.
The bed… felt like a coffin, with the ceiling closing in onto me. The computer was the devil’s advocate, whispering for me to do something crazy. And the window….. let’s not even go there.
So I tried to busy myself. I grabbed the mop and started cleaning like crazy. But this sadness it just wouldn’t leave me. And it felt like all purpose of living, all purpose of ME, myself, has forsaken me. If I could cry my heart out, that must have been that day I finally see how mine looks like.
But fast forward to 7 years till today, I finally realized that wasn’t love. I let him hang around even though he has “broken up” with me just because he wanted a quick outlet for sexual pleasures while I stupidly thought the physical contact could bring us closer on the emotional plane where he clearly didn’t want to co exist with me in.
If you are reading this and you find yourself in a similar situation, know your worth. It may be hard for you to leave, I tried a thousand times. But when he leaves, death is never the option.
Let me tell you what love is. Love is when you hold him close, for the 10000th time, but your heart doesn’t flutter. It calms.
So, lovely to be at Changi Aiport Departure lounge as a tourist not a slave worker. Saw my husband on the Mont Blanc poster like wth sweet sex.
And as you can see I have completed my Tumi Set. (The rest are at home and one cargo bag is currently being loaded into the plane.)
I apologize in advance and for that point of time for having to take their photo BUT I JUST CANNOT RESIST IT. Everyone on the plane looks like that. I guess NZ is a place for Angmohs to retire, I can tell you guys firmly now, YES ITS TRUE. the whole fucking plane all the chillax old angmohs.
FEELS GUD TO BE SERVED INSTEAD OF SERVING AND NOW I FINALLY GET THE ACTUALLY USE THIS FUCKING KRISWORLD?
Forehead game strong but stylist says “If you cut bangs I think you see liao rather get car banged” Ok, point taken.
CAUTION: DO NOT TAKE THEIR TAXIS BECAUSE UBER IS CHEAPER ESP FROM THE AIRPORT.
Sea looks freaking amazing but you wouldn’t want to jump in there cuz you’re gonna end up like JACK from Titanic.
Its sunny but cold. Was freezing when I took this photo because my Trenchcoat was in the cargo bag. I took sealink and its not cheap. Around 75 sgd, round trip.
AIRBNB, WAIHEKE ISLAND:
I really love the house. It looks very well decorated and cheerful. The pathway of trees made it look like a mini island.
This stay however is the most expensive one, priced at 256 sgd for the mere 2 nights. I heard from the locals that only “Rich people” go to Waiheke because everything there is simply too expensive. I CANNOT AGREE MORE.
Winter day/night: At 4.30pm
I had to trudge around with a flashlight because the car rental was only for Auckland city, not the island. And I wasn’t ready to try out the taxis. Walked to the nearest restaurant open in the dark, and found
CABLE BAY VINEYARDS
Apart from another table, the entire restaurant was empty.
The total damage really fucking damaging, bro.
Salmon Pizza, 29
Prawn Skewer (Note, 1 skewer. no S ), 28
Glass of Syrah, 17
This restaurant is called The Verandah. You may view their website here:
I dont know where they caught these 3 prawns from. But the pizza was pretty decent, so was the wine. However it was really pricey and I found it hard to stomach the prawns because for some reason it was under-cooked in the middle.
And so guys, they were kinda waiting to close the restaurant after the other couple left. You wouldn’t want to continue staying, do you?
Took a taxi back. Let me show you the meter:
IT FREAKING STARTS AT 6 DOLLARS are you kidding me? And please do note, I walked to the restaurant from the Airbnb by foot. That shows how short the total distance is.
My cab fare was 13 dollars for the quick 5mins ride.
And guess what I did after that? (Was only 8pm) Sleep.
It rained the whole day today. The depressing thing about Winter in NZ is that it’s not just fucking cold, its also super WET.
Can you imagine having to dress up like a balloon and still have rain trickling down your face + your coat that can’t be washed, dry clean only. Fucking sian bro.
It seems to be a super popular restaurant. The interior design was nice. But also super pricey. Food was good.
The lemonade however, was Soda + a slice of lemon and a slice of cucumber for 7 NZD.
After lunch, strolled down the town area. Did nothing except buy a cheap shisha on stick. Went back to my room to sleep with my owl + high socks.
SAW THIS WHILE WALKING PAST SHOPS. My god I almost went into Cardiac arrest because I thought they were staring at me ready to kidnap me and lock me underneath in a dungeon, and re enact the film Grotesque.
It was just an advertisement for, swim wear or hiking gear I think.
Dinner at MUDBRICK vineyard.
This is probably the highlight of the entire Waiheke stay, because this restaurant is super duper famous and popular. (And sibei expensive) Kinda like Michelin starred fine dining. So good thing its Winter, the entire restaurant had no one. Only 3 other tables came halfway through the meal.
I reckoned the view from on top of here would have been spectacular in the day. But the interior of the restaurant was amazing too. It was rustic and very homey.
The dessert was pretty disappointing but everything else was quite delicious.
I’d say if you ever go down to Waiheke, do pay them a visit. But then again please don’t go to the beautiful island during winter like me. I believe they have alot of fun stuff to do during the summer, + the beaches look incredible in photos.
Had to catch the 1345 ferry, thus took lunch at some random cafe before I left. Most of the shops serve potato & leek soup, or Pumpkin soup. Its either of em two. I think I kinda hate potatoes now after leaving AKL.
The cafe had good interior as well. I am not sure if it’s just a countryside thing but all the shops look so beautiful and well decorated. They all had lots of light, many plants and awesome furnishing.
But the food here was well. Expensive and below decent. The usual.
BACK TO THE CITY MY GOD HUMANSSSSSSSSSSSSS CARRRRRSSSSSSS TRAFFICCCCCC.
You had no idea. Waiheke looked like everyone’s gone elsewhere to escape the depressing winter. Either that or they turned into zombies. There were like probably 2-3 cars that passed by me the entire time and maybe 1-2 pedestrians.
And most importantly,
Was nearby a fish market by the terminal and went to take a browse. Everything was really fresh but certainly pricey. Didn’t buy anything because well
Where the fuck am I gonna go with a large assed ded fish.
The website looks fucking shady LMAOOOOOOOO but you should drop by if you visit this little town.
Idk was it because I kinda got jacked on the prices in Waiheke but finding this tasty and affordable fish and chips was like godsent.
I MEAN I REALLY WANT MY 3 DOLLARS CAI FAN RIGHT NOW.
AIRBNB STAY AT PONSONBY:
Little studio separated from the main house. Damage: 155.32 for 2 nights.
I love the tasteful furniture as usual. Owner had a large grapefruit and avocado tree. My god I was so excited you have no idea.
Just in case any of you readers are alcoholics I have attached a piece of heaven for you.
But I would still prefer my 2 litres of 6dollars red wine from Milan’s supermarket. The new world wines here in Auckland is still bloody expensive.
Just as I was about to resign to fate that Auckland’s city is going to be like Waiheke, I took a trip to the night market. At least there’s actually some legit activities going on there. Like with real people and real stalls. LMAO. At around 8pm.
Its damn smelly so be prepared to wash your fucking hair. And no matter what you do,
DO NOT ORDER THE CHINESE FOOD OR YOUR STOMACH WILL STOP BEFRIENDING YOU.
It tastes like the person has been cooking blindfolded.
DAY 4 AUCKLAND ZOO
So, strategically choosing that particular AIRBNB, it’s like super near the zoo. Lmao. It’s about 50++ per ticket.
They have a bug exhibition at this time. I really like the Orchid mantis here.
However, none of the bugs were alive. They are either specimens or like the photo below, a constructed model.
The bugs exhibition had lots of mini games and information that are great for entertaining school children.
Highlight of the day: This makeshift “press the button that lights up” mini arcade game.
Yes I just had to let you guys know I am MANTIS SPEED.
I am really good at this I wonder why. I set a highscore in BKK’s arcade at MBK center few months back.
HELLO You must have been created by
Saw some children’s innocent writings on the boards.
With like, A legit # hashtag.
The only time I used # when I was a kid was for tic tac toe.
The zoo is still under construction and it’s pretty small. Now I know why they say Singapore has the best zoo. I will never doubt my smol island again.
I saw more seagulls than zoo animals.
New word: Putangitangi
Shall attempt to scold pinoys that one day.
Zoo trip finished by: 4pm
(It closes at 4pm so what do you expect)
Did a farmstay on the 5th day. It’s about a 2hour drive to the countryside, Warkworth.
Dropped by the Matakana Village Farmer’s market which is only available on Saturday mornings.
I fell in love with the picturesque view. Its really beautiful. One of the things I really love about Auckland.
I JUST FOUND MY DREAM JOB: DOG MINDERS
Many guud boys.
I loved the farmer’s market experience. It was quite small, but it was really nice. Fresh handmade stuff from cakes to crepes and even home farmed honey. I bought the Matakana Honey for my mum. Not sure real or fake but whatever la.
This AIRBNB stay is probably my favorite in the entire vacation. The owner was amazing and we even watched a rugby game together. And did a BBQ on the second day.
Total damage: 150.61 for 2 nights.
CAN YOU LOOK AT THE SIZE OF DEM CHICKENS SO FUCKING FAT AND HAPPY
My icloud’s storage was full at this point in time so I no longer have all the photos I took, even of the BBQ.
Anyway the owner rears his own chicken, sheep and bees. And of course his own greens. Pretty much self sustaining. Well he had to because the fucking mountain is a one way road and really high up.
Images of “Wrong turn to dead end” Kept popping up in my head during the drive up.
TE HANA TE AO MARAMA
One of the places I think you should visit would be the “Te Hana Te Ao Marama”. Its a tour that will introduce you to the rich heritage of the Maori people.
Its 28.50 per person for the tour. And I enjoyed listening to the guide talk about the story of Te Hana.
You have to try their spicy wings. It’s really good. And if you plan to head to the casino, Go to the casino’s premium member counter or some shit first. Because if you sign up (It’s free) you can even get discounted stuff for the restaurants there, as well as free parking WHICH IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT.
Its 42 NZD per person if you take the behind the scene tour + ticket. I suggest taking the tour, its really worth it. You get to feed the fishes from on top of the large aquarium, instead of viewing the fishes from the tube as per normal.
The penguins are uber cute… I stared at them waddling for like 5 million years. There are lots of them. Its freaking amazing.
They do have shark diving as well, I decided not to do it cuz its really out of my budget already. Besides, I rather save up and do a proper one in the open ocean in Australia.
I highly recommend visiting this Sealife.
Help to support the cause, and really, who can resist the penguins?
I really really enjoyed this Crab dinner. It was my favorite meal since I was getting so sick of burgers, and fish fish fish fish fish. MARKET FISH, PANFRIED, FISH AND CHIPS, my god. Snapper snapper snapper. snap your mother.
I hate it when it happens. I wake up heart pounding, tears in my eyes and; the feeling of reality dawning upon you is like falling down an abyss. You hit the cold hard ground, except that you don’t die. You just start to continue living.
We were still together in this dream. As like most of the many other times I dreamed of him.
He was still so beautiful in my dream. I could touch him, feel his warmth and hear his voice. His quiet, soft spoken voice. Asking me questions that he always did, holding me like he always did.
But I guess people always say dreams carry some sort of truth that you fear facing in reality. It probably materialize in this dream plane. He’s still arguing with me in my dream. Trying to accuse me of hanging out with another guy, wanting to break up, over and over again.
And as usual, I was begging him, even in this make believe world. Begging him to stay, telling him I’d do anything and give up anything just so he would stop. STOP.
Stop constantly saying things to remind me that I am so easy to replace. Stop reminding me that I love you very much to the point I can allow you to trample all over my pride and the heart I acquiescently presented to you.
I was angry, yet at the same time, the yearning of wanting to go back to him, needing to hold him, is so, so strong. That was how I felt, every single second of my days spent with him. And apparently its no different in my dreams of him.
And then I woke up. My heart started to sting upon realizing it’s all fake and that I’ll never actually get to see him or hear his voice again. For a split moment, through a crack in my pride, I wished we still were. Even if it meant I had to beg.
There’s a saying – kinks not ironed out during a breakup, form a dead knot in your heart. When it is all over, the dead knot anchors to the bottom of your heart, ever tugging, ever cruelly reminding.
The abandonment of poetry in my head was rather hard to accept for the past few days. Through all the turmoil, I decided that the best way to let the river of happiness, of undaunted inspiration course through the meander once more, is to remove the obnoxious, destructive dam that the evil inklings of my deteriorated health, of bad people in my career have built.
I am resigning.
It has been a “dream job”. Not my dream. My grandfather’s dream. To see me don that beautiful kebaya and serve passengers high up in the air. Yes, for those of you who do not know, I am employed in Singapore Airlines. I kept it under wraps (or at least tried to) because I do not enjoy letting my work life / colleagues / personnels interfere with my own personal life.
Because I, in fact, love my personal life, this awesome profile that I have built and I will never let my career get in the way. If not better, my career should boost it, applaud it and celebrate it.
I have drafted a resignation letter, but I’m afraid its still in my draft box. I gradually realized the courage of swift and firm decisions that used to surge me in my younger days is no longer there.
Thoughts of adult problems crept into my mind, poisoning my heart, telling it that passion is going to cost me a fortune. Telling me that Happiness is secondary.
Can I say I am too old to just take a leap, and worry about the consequences later?
Man up Valeisky! Take the leap.
Once this has been settled, I am bringing to you guys a nice little 3 series short proses along with 3 photos, 1 per prose. I am really excited about it. And I hope words won’t abandon me by then.
Love you guys. Thank you for supporting me so much.
If I could manipulate elements, time & space, matter, even;
I want not to save the world, but to put you in a little glass dome.
You can have it filled with crystalline snow that billows, dancing to the cold, singing with the howling wind. Fear not my love. Think not of it as fearsome as The Shining. I’ll make you feel warmth where the prick from ice would be. Fashion you a castle made of only the sturdiest from the frozen kingdom. Wolves will litter at your feet, for you to play or to kill. Crystal maidens will wait on you, presenting nothing but egregious robes and hot food. The nation will celebrate your beauty and my unyielding love for you, bitter like frost, undaunted.
Or even, laze eternally by the beach whose horizon can’t be fathomed. Endless waves, always sunny. I’ll conjure seashells of the finest, most exotic patterns, but none as amazing as you. I’ll make the mermaids sing of my love for you, in their hauntingly sweet melody. The crabs and lobsters, all sumptuous crustaceans line up to queue for their noble deaths upon a merry flame, served smoking hot on your golden plate. So that you, my queen, can have the freshest harvest still piquant of the roaring salty waves.
If you want it mythical, there’s nothing my imagination will stop at just for a smile across your porcelain face. Unicorns will prance for you, glistening in the sunlight with their majestic manes, sparkling like how they should be. The forest green and lush, sings a secret rhyme, wildflowers will wave at you with glee. Your footsteps will sprout endless cycles of spring – Of magnolias, roses, tall looming trees even. You will be the giver of life. Just like how you are, like my syncopated breath. I’d throw in a Snow White fantasy if you’d even just whisper for it. Rabbits, deer and the great grizzly bear; they will keep you company in happy banter. You will never be alone.
How about a New York city dream, the poshest penthouse in Manhattan. All that glitters awaits in a walk in wardrobe. Ceiling to floor windows that grant intoxicating view of the skyline, guarded by sweeping curtains of the finest silk and linen. Do you indulge in books? For I can bring stories of the entire universe to you. Everyday you can find yourself catapulting to a different time and place, all within the papyrus skimmed through your fingertips. I can give you the entire city, if apple is your favorite fruit. A fancy car to tour the city, Maserati, Lamborghini or would you prefer a Ferrari? I hope you like Need for speed.
The list would go on. But I’ll save that for later. Because its 5.58 and in 2 minutes you will walk in to the diner and pour me the coffee that I am waiting for… And I, will clutch the cup firmly, hoping for a brisk touch of your slender fingers.
The night slip fell right off her, cascading like a silken waterfall. Her nipples stood rigid in the teasing breeze that sneaked in from the windows. The sheer curtains billowed like a gracious, heavenly hype.
It was 2 in the afternoon and she has led him to the hotel room that she was put up for the night. Meanwhile, the boring conference in the convention hall ensued.
“Would you like to have me one more time?” She walked towards him. His fingers were gripping the glass cup apprehensively. She pushed his frozen arms down gently, and made him put down the drink.
With a fleeting notion that was so well practiced, she rested her bare bum on the arm rest, and wrapped her hands around his neck like a mystic serpent. Her breasts encased his face softly in her tight embrace, begging to be caressed.
He wanted to remain antagonistic, but his lewd mind was spiraling out of control. His lips searched like a frantic man lost in the desert, and found its way to her nipple. With every flick of his tongue, she let out subtle cries, almost melodious. The atmosphere turned euphoric.
It was a frenzy.
He held onto her waist pulling her down onto his lap. as they synchronously rocked to the beats of lust, the overwhelming eroticism made her so wet, his pants were drenched right where his throbbing shaft was. With his free hand, he helped himself greedily to her flailing breast, groping, mashing and working in harmony with his tongue.
She then reached for his belt and zipper clumsily. He aided in that effort by tilting himself. The pants littered the floor in no time. He was half naked, and fully ready.
She gyrated her hips, feeling the length of him, warm and throbbing inside her. It was like ecstasy. Her muscles squeezed tight like a blushing clam, projecting him into delirium. Her juices flowed like a trickling stream, supplying to the chorus of sensual symphony.
With one sweep, He threw her onto the couch. He was so unlike himself. Her legs parted like a flower in spring, her nether lips in full bloom. Waiting for him. Hungry for him. He penetrated her furiously, one hand on her neck. He enjoyed the near asphyxiation that he granted her. Her face turned a petal pink, as she gasped so impertinently. Lips parted like she was ready to give a fellatio. The sight fueled his aggression as he pounded her like street choreography. Calculated, passionate and in bold strides.
He wasn’t done with her. He turned her over, Ass cheeks facing him. It was a gloriously brazen sight. He fed her swollen pussy with his manhood, making a callous entrance. His fingers then gathered her hair. He yanked as he pumped hard against her body. Her head tilted backwards from the brute force of his hair pull. Her moans were blocked, coming out in short hysterical notes.
!!!! He raised his hand, with dead accuracy, his palm landed on her butt. The spank was so loud it echoed across the spacious room. She screamed, body contracting from the shocking pain. She tightened even further.
A satisfied groan slipped through his lips. He couldn’t stop spanking her until her butt turned as red as her labia.
He was ready to come. He pushed her onto the coffee table. the fruit platter fell onto the carpet soundlessly, and still in perfect display. He knelt down carelessly, to nibble on her distended clitoris. His tongue lashed mercilessly against her wet crevice. He sucked hard, as if feasting upon her nectar. He inserted a finger, searching for the sweet spot.
He located it with sheer memory, plunging in and out relentlessly. Her eyes were unable to maintain sight. She gripped his head tightly, begging for him not to stop. The pleasure surmounted all her senses as all physical strength abandoned her. It was like a shockwave.
Her juices squirted, spewing in all directions. The liquid dribbled down his arm.
“Don’t stop!” She begged. Her grip deadlocked, the pleasure built up and then unfurled. It was an eruption. Her lower torso contorted to accommodate the violent bursts of fluid. The carpet was thoroughly doused.
He reveled at this audacious feast before his eyes. His shaft was so eager, the veins pulsed and dilated. He mounted her, giving her no time to recover. Both hands seized her pendulous breasts. Her arms thrashed wildly. The susceptibility drove her wild. He hammered her hard. The coffee table was sturdy, but it too was creaking just a bit.
“I’ll come now?” He asked. Manners apparently was so ingrained in him it did not forsake even the beast.
She nodded, eyes out of focus. She was panting heavily. In hard, angry strokes, he pushed, the sounds so loud it drowned her screams. He then came, like tidal waves. Spilling everything into her.
And then, too polite to flop motionlessly on top of her, he decided to get up. She cued in agreement as she then gently pushed him off before getting up and walking to the bathroom in a single, albeit slightly shaky, graceful gait.
He walked up to her “Don’t wash up. I want you to go like that. With my cum inside you.”
She did not raise an eyebrow but did as instructed. Her panty was soiled. His seeds were trickling out.
It was her turn to present at the conference.
“You still take the pill right?” He asked. It was a question he asked every day they fucked, from when they were dating, till they were married, and then…
She handed him the divorce papers. “There you go. It’s all done.”
“Yes. My boyfriend do not like children. Just like you.” She said as a matter of fact.
He tried to maintain a stoic expression, but wavered.
She on the contrary, was calm as a lake in the late of night. She picked her bag up and headed to the door.
“See you Wilson. You can shower before you go. Say hi to Rebecca for me. Thanks for the awesome fuck by the way. ”
She turned and never looked back. Just like the very first time she walked in to him banging her (ex) best friend.
The door closed shut. Just like the reality before him in form of papyrus. This binding…. will now slowly fade away, leaving nothing but regret and a stained panty.
Hello everyone sorry I am blogging about my birthday only after 1 month of the actual day. STILL HYPING ABOUT IT BECAUSE I’M AT THE AGE OF WEDLOCK AND I NEED A HUSBAND.
AND ALSO IF U CHINESE. my birthday fell on CNY day 3 this year.
X2 ANGBAO. BUT IF I GET MARRIED MUST GIVE ANGBAO INSTEAD OF TAKE. So better cherish all dem angbao whilst I still can.
I drew Lady and the Tramp to celebrate CNY. So talented y’all.
Just in case you ain’t as old as me and did not have such an awesome childhood and do not know what Lady and the Tramp is, Here’s a pic.
If you have never watched this animation before, please do. It’s so good. And also, the Tramp looks like Lycan. 😀
Yes, we form a heart shape in this pic with lycan. Sums up the things I love in life.
Thank you all for those lovely presents… I love every one of them.
One of my birthday treats this year includes a night’s stay at an AirBnB at Johor, AT DANGA BAYYYYYYYY.
It’s really pretty and I just had to show you guys the pics of the room. Gave me some room decor ideas.
It’s a studio apartment kind but I’m really impressed with the kitchenette cuz you know I love cooking and was pleasantly surprised that the area is spacious enough to whip up a storm.
I love the white brick surface, it’s my dream to have white brick walls in my future house. (Wifey instincts sets in) IF I WILL EVEN HAVE A HOUSE 😥
Look at that space of the kitchenette!!! And I love the concept of counter top dining. Its EXACTLY what I want for myself.
My favorite part of the room; This shelf here. So hipster but really dreamy! I always spend alot of time decorating my Sims’ houses with all these quaint little decor cuz they just look too good.
They have a cute little book for you to write your “I WAS HERE” lol.
What can I say, the place is really gorgeous. This particular airbnb isnt the one with the sea view, But the actual Beach is a mere stone throw away.
J brought me to eat the famous abalone noodles for supper the night of our stay. Its really good! But there are many stores around… God’s tongue says this stall is the best. I have tasted many. I DONT KNOW WHAT’S THE ADDRESS JUST LOOK FOR THIS RED BOWLS. HAHA
The location is great, near to SG and near outlet shopping 😉
Yes….. outlet shopping is good.
And legoland. Didn’t get to go tho because your goddess is scared of turning black.
If you guys are interested to check out Danga bay, feel free to check out this Air BnB! Totally instagram-worthy.
So basically I was like super thrilled to come on and post about all my amazing ROOM MAKEOVER.
Why the sudden decision? So yeah well as most of you know by now that I suffered an injury to my lumbar spine that affected all of the joints and muscles around it. The crack healed, but the joints are still in pain.
Been to therapy and things are looking better, but for some unknown reason, the pain is still persisting at times. The only good thing is at least now I can push open heavy doors and sit in cars without any pain. But I still can’t do things that seem like they don’t matter but you somewhat still need to do them.
Like, obviously. Rough sex. (GRIMACES + CRYING + NO MORE FIFTY SHADES) Can’t do freestyle when swimming LIKE WHAT THE FUCK THE ONLY SPORT I DO IS SWIMMING AND I CAN’T DO IT. AND (TO MY DELIGHT) I CANT DO HOUSEWORK.
BACK TO THE POINT. I went to try a chiropractor out of exasperation, and he was like this really “THE PLANET AND I ARE ONE” kind of a zen guy and he said.
OUR SPINE, is the core of ourselves. Negativity in your life is absorbed by it, and thus gradually leading to a very stressed and painful spine. CHANGE YOUR LIFE, AND YOUR BODY WILL REACT TO THE GOOD CHANGE IN A POSITIVE WAY.
It sounded damn shady and dubious but if you think about it. Its so true. It’s like how trees and plants can manipulate their own shapes to adapt to the environment. It’s a way of showing “Reaction” to the surroundings.
A plant withering in the desert grows deeper and wider roots in search for water. This not only enables them to maximize their chance of survival, but also tether firmer and stronger to the ground.
*In deep thought* CANT CHANGE MY LIFE WHEN I DON’T HAVE ONE.
So…. Change my room lor.
AND YES SO THIS IS THE PART WHERE I WHINE FOR HOURS BECAUSE I DELETED PHOTOS OF MY ROOM “BEFORE” THE MAKEOVER AS WELL AS SOME PHOTOS OF INSTALLING THE NEW DRESSER
Nevermind. We’ll make do because I am a pedazo de mierda.
JUST KNOW THAT I HAD THIS HUGE ASS WARDROBE THAT’S SO HUGE, IT BLOCKED OUT THE SUN AND ALL MY “FORTUNE LUCK” AND OXYGEN.
This is after I removed the wardrobe. It used to be so tall it was RIGHT below the aircon. And it spanned across the entire wall.
The dresser in the middle was actually my parents’. They BOUGHT A NEW ONE CUZ DEY RICH. SO their poor ass daughter took it and converted it into a mini dresser + cupboard.
It used to be a set of drawers all the way to the bottom. What I did was remove all the bottom 3 rows of drawers and cleared out the planks.
My dad helped me to install a metal rod across the width, so I can hang my tops.
Those were the remainder from the huge ass wardrobe that I had.
It was super unsightly to just leave it uncovered, so My dad installed an additional “Mini Curtain rack” of which I purchased A scarf, 2 for RM 30/ 1 for RM 15 = 5 SGD.
I saved money by converting the scarf into a little curtain instead of customizing one. HAHAHA. Aiya… not too bad ma right.
The left side of my wall is a fucking blank space of endless green. Not that I minded it, since that’s my favorite color. But I wanted to spice things up alittle and showcase my “creativity” to myself.
I bought the frame below at only 10++ I think. And it’s made of plastic so its super light. 3M tape was enough.
Hung it in the middle of the bare wall.
Removed the sample drawings and drew my own 😀
Went to IKEA to find a few more frames + 2 racks, amounting to less than 25$ for all of them.
Drew everything myself. But due to my lack of practice and talent I had to get reference from the net.
My cursive so fucking crappy…..
As you can see it still looks bare so lucky I bought em RACKS.
I DONT HAVE A NICE RACK SO I GOTTA BUY SOME FOR CHEAP THRILLS.
On goes two racks, (Only 7.90 Each ty IKEA) Topped with some decor and maomaocongs
Golden frame and potted plant from IKEA.
LOL JUST IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT BLACK ASS SHIT ON THE RACK. I GAVE A ZOOM
ITS THE STONE THING IN JEJU THAT MY SISTER GOT FOR ME TO REMIND ME THAT SHE WENT TO HOLIDAY THERE WHEREAS HER POOR SISTER SUFFERED ALONE IN SG FOR XMAS + NEW YEAR.
I really liked the left side of the wall now. It’s cluttered with a homely and artsy feel without being too overwhelming. And to fill the frames with my own works gave me satisfaction that can’t be bought.
C and Dad helped me to drill em holes for the heavy racks to go up.
One of my favorite buys from IKEA is this gorgeous little seat that doubles as a storage space. It’s from the kids section and there was a sale going on at that time I purchased it. So I only got the thing at 50++ for the box/seat and 30 for the cushion (THE CUSHION OP AF BUT WHATEVER)
I featured the two drawings on my insta. Figured its the best place to place them HAHAHA. INSTAWORTHY CORNER OF MY ROOM OK.
C helped me to put the entire thing together. It was super easy though, according to him no drilling was needed, and you just need to screw everything together using some twisty thing that comes included.
Box inside is also from IKEA. Can’t remember the price, but inexpensive.
It’s my mother’s favorite seat.
She’ll come in, plop her ass down and start nagging at me. I love it though.
LOL SHE’S GONNA KILL ME BUT SHE DON’T KNOW MY BLOG EXISTS
The last part of my room makeover is this gorgeous Cupboard, again from IKEA’s kids section. It was the display piece and so instead of the U.P 90 dollars they sold it to me at 59. HAHA
And It was already constructed so SAVE THE EFFORT. Dad just plonked it into his van, and then TA DAH it’s snug in my room.
Really pleased with the whole look of it. All my maomaocongs fit perfectly and there’s alot of storage space for all my work and travel stuff.
Close up of my dresser. The mirror is from my old wardrobe. The huge ass one. I managed to salvage the mirror and it happened it was like PERFECT size for the dresser!!! Hung up my mermaid plaque… Had enough room on top for the essential daily facial products, my candle (Need it for my insomnia) and my photo frame.
It’s a pic of my grandfather and I taken just a while before his demise. And I don’t want to change this because this photo was printed by me just after he died. I want to remind myself of that ache that will never go away.
Two remaining drawers hold my lingerie + make up brushes on the right, and make up kit on the left. Easy access for me when I am doing my makeup.
Daily products in the VS box fits snugly into the left corner of the dresser. The cute little glass jar of cotton pads is purchased from DAISO.
Managed to keep the lights from the old rack (FROM FIRST PIC ABOVE) and twirl them nicely around the new cupboard.
Everything fits to the T and I am amazed by my own pro calculations. I JUST ESTIMATED LMAO.
SO OK I HAVE A NEW LAYOUT TO EMBRACE THE NEW YEAR 😀
BETTER HOPE I START EARNING A MILLION BUCKS AND MARRY RICH.
Total cost of everything is less than 170!
I hope this post will help to inspire those who have been meaning to makeover their rooms too. It’s not going to be easy (the cleaning and setting up) but it doesn’t have to cost a lot. Not everything has to be new nor expensive!
And always DIY wherever possible. Its not only cheaper but more meaningful.
I feel very relaxed and happy now whenever I walk into my room. There’s alot of airy space and looking at things I love make me more driven to go towards my personal goals.