Baby Girl...

He asked me if --- take note --- IF I already had sex with "him".
And this, my dear friends, is a bird's eye view of how Mr M thinks. My blog has finally robbed him of his senses and slowly poisoned his already vile blood and mind! Two syllables, baby: Ha. Ha. He was referring to "him" as The Sweetie of course... and up until now I never told him who The Sweetie is. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction, yaadaadaa!!
Honey, if you are reading this, I just wanted you to know that you are not the only man who can pump your dick into my hole and then do the pumping up until I'm high and dry. Nope, siree... you may be the best neck kisser and pussy licker that I had ever known since The Purple Dino (another ex bf, by the way...) but I'm gonna tell you this: I can now compare notes, bwahaahahaha! And I can tell you where YOU exactly score and stand in my red diaries. Scandalized? Shocked? Read on.

Ever since you asked me if I already did it with "him", I really felt so low and degraded. And happy and elated. A mixture of all of them, so to say. Jealous, huh? Yo, Mr M... I'm going to make your bulging eyes finally pop out from their lids and your pus-laden leg dry out with my erotic story. Curious? Read on.
(Note: to the reader who is not Mr M, if you are scandalized please do not continue reading. Well I know you'd read anyway... okay BUT I WARNED YOU, no regrets.)

Where do you want me to start? How about the time when he fingered me in our living room, underneath the pillows, while my whole clan and him were watching a music video by Kitchie Nadal? Nice soundtrack, baby.
And remember that time when we were browsing through photo albums up in my room and then we just did it and I swallowed your cum? Did it feel good? Yeah, so he told me... but this time it's not in my room, but in his room while his brother is sleeping. Beat that.
Sex on the beach? We did it... a couple of times when we were out there. Dogstyle, missionary... whatever you can name those shit. And we had a cold glass of martini afterwards. Yum.
The Sweetie likes it when I give him a head, so off I go... even when he is attending to a case (I'm just there, underneath the table, sssshhhh...) and while he is driving. Classic. But... he gives me one too, so that's even.
Pumping? Well Honey... he's like you as well. Pumps hard and fast and slow and sensual... and the good thing about him, like you, is that he doesn't cum fast. Which is good... and bad... because there was one time when I shouted YOUR name and not his. I remembered you, fuck you. It should've been HIS name, not YOURS that I should be moaning. Oh well, old habits die hard. I just made up for it by kissing him intensely. The same ol' Mariko tricks.
But one thing's for sure, I assure you: your dick is more normal than his. His is bigger and pinkish. And bent. Looks like a weird banana. You don't wanna believe me? I'm gonna show you the pics, come over here at my place.
Speaking of pics... you think you're the only one who can make a homemade video of the UST-CSB Scandal that we once produced? Sorry, but we were able to make one as well. And this time, it's kinkier, more fun and we have still shots. And I am assuring you again: this time, it's not gonna get lost! I'm gonna give you a free copy when we're through with it. We still have 60 more minutes to shoot, and we're thinking of filming our Boracay escapade. How's that? Another UST-CSB Scandal, but this time, it's part two and it's meaner. HA HA!

Am I getting into your nerves? Wanna know more? Naaaaahhh... I'm gonna save my grilling for another time. I don't want you to have a heart attack... lest it be charged against my conscience. I'm still your baby girl ne? But I could be your bitchy ex-gf too.

I told you, come back to me. I'm gonna show you the new tricks I learned.