I hate choosing. I hate being faced with choices where I can't decide.....
I loved both, and still loving them both...very much
How am I to choose? To choose is so cruel....i can't imagine living without their existence in my life....
He is my biggest vice :
He is good at tempting me....with his dashing good looks. Even with the unkempt ensemble that he now and then presents himself in, I can smell whiffs of scents that makes my heart flutters....
When I sees him, my knee will literally go weak and can't help but fall into that arm of his, arousing all senses that I've never thought possible. He make me feel hot, sour, sweet, spicy, tingly....haha...he just engulfed me with so much love...its just irresistable!
PDA? He has no problem with that....and sigh...he's really good...haha...we tasted each other, occasional with sensual licks.....sometimes, additional toppings make things more interesting , not that we need it....
Have I tell you that he often spoil me rotten with all kind of pleasures? He's very imaginative...he uses all kind of apparatus and ingredients to spice things up. We've wonderful time with foei gras, chocolates, oh-so-fat and yummy oysters that added the Oomph to things, wines and champagne....
Oh..and he's very selective in terms of locations. It must set the mood right. . . when times are good, we'll indulge in nice hotels but to take things a notch higher, having it in the kitchen, at nooks and corners of some streets are some of the places we've been to. We both agree that we don't like bars and pubs ...too noisy and crowded...
The other one.....
He's not a man of words....as in he don't speak much. But he writes very well.....the lovely verses that touched the deepest of my soul. I'm never bored with him.....everytime we met, he will tell me about him. He's so well travelled, very knowledgeable.....I'm practically infatuated with him.
He tells me tales from long long ago, he tells me things that happens around the world, he opened up thoughts that'll bring you anywhere that your imagination allows.....sometimes, he talks about the future as if he's been there and done it.
It feel so good holding him, all scrunched up inside our comforter , caressing his spine, flipping the pages of thoughts and desire written over each other's faces....he will lulled me into deep sleep and I'll wake up the next morning, reluctant to leave him (sigh, if only I don't need to work).... At times, I'll spend the whole day looking forward to have him in my arms again....
Did I mentioned that he dressed very well too? Sometimes, he's into vintage stuff....depicting an image of the bygone era. At times, he's dressed for the occasion.....with a theme. Suave like spy from russia, rugged like the adventurer, impeccable as if he's attending the event of the year......he's got good taste!
For those who knew me (the musketeers and the "babes") , you would have probably guessed who I'm referring to...
Click on the link to see who they are :
He is my biggest vice
The other one.....
(will update the links soon....posting up pictures of these darlings takes time..)
-MH who's feeling pepperish-ly naughty--
