Cocomangas Shooter Bar---White Beach Path, Balabag, Boracay
Saturday, 1:45 am
April 12 2010
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Temptation (n) the act of tempting or the state of being tempted
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"Need another one?" a voice asked. I thought it was one of the waitresses, but I was wrong. It was Greg, a slip of a thing I could do tonight with him with such bright and seductive eyes. .
I watch as he took my empty glass and ordered the bartender a Thirteen lime Margarita's. "Thanks, Dom" He said and he flashed me another of his infamous million dollar smile
But that wasn't in the cards tonight. I had no desire for him, I shouldn’t. Instead, I cast a glance to the bar, surprised to find Andrew's smoky-rimmed eyes focused on me through the shifting crowd.
He nodded and looked away, I saw Dana passed asleep on his shoulder
And I felt a pang of jealousy the moment I saw him caressed her face. I sighed and drank
I noticed the two American pilots from Clark Air Base drank the thirteen Margarita's and both started checking the pulse of the other as both their faces went completely red, and sweat started running down their foreheads.
Hah! Americans!
I shook my head and shove the drink on my throat, I didn’t notice the time but the moment I felt a tap on my back I knew it was Andrew
I don’t know if I was devoured by alcohol that time but I stood up to desperately trying to walk on my feet but I failed. I was too drunk to even stand on my own and I almost fell. Thankful that I landed on Andrew’s firm chest, I looked up like a drunken girl I was and smiled
I smelled his intoxicating allure and tugged my self closer to his heart as I wrapped my arms around his neck
“Where’s Dana? Can’t stand the 15 shots eh?” I said
“She’s asleep even before the third shot was given.. You know her” He smiled and I knew by that really impulsive movement the moment he laid his hands on my butt and squeeze it, I knew he was drunk as well
“I think we both have enough, don’t you think?” I uttered while I got on my own feet to stand on my own but I couldn’t. Andrew caught me up right away and assisted me yet again
"Drew?" My voice trailed off into a whisper as he pulled me close again, sucking the sensitive skin under my ear
"Mmm, if you say my name in the manner, that'd be fine with me but I don’t think I could keep my hands off you tonight" he murmured against my neck
Casual sex wasn't something I was equipped to deal with. Hell, casual kissing wasn't something I was equipped to deal with, apparently. That alone should have been enough to stop this before any of this got started..
My lips parted and my pulse kicked up a notch. He saw the subtle pulse of it in the thready blue vein in my throat. "We probably shouldn't indulge in ... each other."
He smiled slightly.
"Who says?"
"Me. That's who says."
"Well, maybe we shouldn't indulge in each other--but I want to nonetheless." Reaching out, he grabbed my hand, marveling at how small and soft it was clasped in his own.
Trembling fingers curled around his, my palm hot, burning his skin.
He wondered if I burned all over. His thumb brushed against the back of my palm, the tiny gesture like a direct stroke to his cock. He cloyed me over on top boner and I gulped
He was achingly hard, desperate for my being.
"All I keep thinking about is doing it. With you." His voice had dropped about five octaves and he cleared his throat.
This man was driving me wild and I could not help but notice the little flare of heat in his eyes that appeared every time I looked at him.
Was it the alcohol?
I especially liked the way his hand felt in mine, a perfect fit. I had a feeling our bodies would be a perfect fit too.
"Do you really?" My voice squeaked weakly.
"Oh yeah." Andrew brought my hand to his mouth, pressing the lightest kiss to the back. His breathe was soft and fragrant and I was tempted to lick him alive, nibble on his fingers.
I decided to ease back a bit.
He leaned closer to me and let his chin brush against the top of my shoulder before he spoke next to my ear.
"Let's dance, Cynt"
"Oh, no, I really shouldn't."
"Don't deny me my one request."
My delicate brow arched. "I have a feeling this won't be your only request tonight, Andrew Concepcion"
He laughed heartily. Such a bold lass. "Well, at least grant me this one and think on the rest."
The million dollar question, one I asked myself a few hundred times throughout the course of the day. Beyond the curtain, beyond the short hall leading to the stage, lay the crowd.
It was as though the world I’ve known had been brushed aside by his company, pushed back until we had been curled up alone here.
As it was with so many other things in life; the best answer was the shortest one. I wanted him. To see him. To drink him in. He was simply Handsome. Stunning.
The lines of his body against my own enough to make me rampantly erotic, ferocious and sudden in the intensity of my desire
He kissed me again, drinking me up before parting, laying his lips to the corner of my mouth before he slipped his arms and twisted it around my tiny frame, pulled the full curve of my ass against his hips and trapping me until my back was crushed to his chest.
I found myself turned and back slammed against his rock hard chest.
Gasping when his length pressed the softness of my bottom, I couldn't resist rubbing against him, feeling the dampness spread against the thin lace of my panties feeling him hard, so hard I nearly started to beg him
.................. to take me right there.
BINABASA MO ANG
The Act of Infidelity
Storie d'amoreWhy give up the man you love when you know he was yours in the first place? It's never been easy for Cynthia. Life has been one tough choice for her especially now, the man she secretly loves .. is already married to her bestfriend.
