27.9.12

Spaghetti, vodka & a...

And so, my brief was answered.

The proposal was a pre-launch campaign in a form of an on-ground activation. Brilliantly planned idea. Gotta admit, suits are slowly taking over the role of creatives.

A day before, my buds were planning to have steamboat. I asked her to tag along and do the birthday activation on the next day instead. It was one of the very few times I brought a girl out on a "couple only" outings. At least I can loudly say now, I am not a light bulb!

Came the night, and I went to picked her up. Got in the condo compound and made my way to the parking near her block. Apparently, I was at the GM of Porsche's spot. That's an added value to Slow White Poke, no?

While waiting, she beeped.



"Wanna do something crazy?"

"How crazy?"

"Let's go Malacca!"



If I were younger, I would probably reject the offer. Even stop at "crazy" for all I know. Guess I lost out of being young, I started... craving for these kinda random craziness at an older age. It must be mid-midlife crisis kicking in. It must be...

Excitedly, I texted away...










"Let's do it!"



Not long later, we hit the highway heading south.

The journey was overwhelming for me. Her perfume. The smell of her shampoo. And the aroma of a home-cook meal. Made the night driving a tad more pleasant. Not to mention, her songs compilation in her iPad, those little small talks and laughs, and the ciggy-sharing along the way.

At one point, she blew her own cover of making me spaghetti!

Oopsie... now we know.





We reached Jonker Street nearly 10. Scaled the stretch scouting for munchies before stopping at a small bar along the stream. The night breeze and the smell of the river are so soothing. Maybe, it's the companion.

Had my spaghetti overseeing the reflections. You still wanna ask how it tasted!? It's great! A little salty, though. Nevertheless, it's pork, it's stimulating to the taste bud, it's orgasmic!

After a bucket of stouts, I looked over my Tissot, it's already after 2. We decided to spent the night at her friend's place. We took turn to shower. And she offered her gym singlet to me. A little girlish, but what the heck! It's so comfy!

I poured some Smirnoff to the remaining of the Coke we bought earlier. Continued the night with more chats, teases, and giggles. And it got tipsier by the second. I was subtly playing with her fingers, calf, feet, and toes.

The next minute I know, we were just breathing inches away...






























Yes. It involved lots of lips, tongues, and saliva.

For the longest time, it was hell of a roller coaster ride - I know what you're thinking - but, no! Not sex. It's the state of mind. One moment, I was sober as fuck like I've never touched any alcohol. The next, it felt like blacking out. Wobbly. Spinning. Warping, even.

And it was so magical!



It doesn't matter who stole whose kiss, knowing I opened my eye to not a dream.

And I came home fighting hard not to show my grin.

6 comments:

  1. :) the excitement of the first kiss. imagining your excitement and your post on the 'first night' :)

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    1. Nah, that's too much to share. :P

      Thanks for dropping by, kc.

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  2. I give you the *thumbs-up* of good luck! Eee, so excited for you la -- even though we're blog strangers.

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    1. Thank you, Goldfish!

      If you're excited, try imagining how I felt! :D

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