Sweet Lil' Lies

Tell me lies, my ears would want to hear,
Tell me you missed the bus,
When you were ashamed to acknowledge me in front of your busty mates.

Tell me lies,
Tell me you want me to join you for your beloved party,
When deep down you're hoping I will turn you down.

Tell me lies,
Tell me that my cooking seems great,
When you shut the door at the very scent of it.

Tell me lies,
Tell me that you are the centre of all infomation and guide,
When you are simply not bothered of anothers' despair.

Tell me lies,
Tell me that you have an outgoing team of people ready to accept a newcomer,
Whom I feel invisible to be around with.

Tell me lies,
Tell me that you invite all colour and races with open arms,
When you are the perfect example of a double faced racist ever created.

Tell me lies,
Tell me that my writing skills are brilliant,
When disbelief runs through your mind on how an Asian can ever oversmart a British grammatically.

Tell me lies,
Tell me you miss me and you want to meet me for the weekend,
When you just want to satisfy your carnal desires.

Tell me lies,
Tell me that you buy me things because you care for me,
When it is an implied act for sex in return.

Tell me lies,
Tell me that you are every womans' man,
When you don't give two pennies the moment I speak.

Tell me lies,
Tell me that you are the most honest person I've ever met,
When the only sane detail I know about you is your name.

Tell me lies,
Tell me that I am the only one you love,
When the truth is that I am merely a substitute when everything else fails.

Tell me, my love,
Tell me sweet little lies,
That my ears long to hear,
When my heart knows the truth.

CTOM Lust

"I need you boo, I gota see you boo, in the hearts all over the world tonight..."

Those specific words sunk in my hearing as I was entering the figures for Benefit Details into PA Web. PA Web is a database entry system where we, the Business Process Associates aka BPAs, key in specific details, such as the insured names and locations details, of a given insurance policy to be saved into our company's online database. And by far, in our team - Australian Team, the newly formed Corporate A&H Group is the only place where PA Web is being fully utilised. Mostly because of the complexity the area has to offer, compared to other groups of Direct Marketing and Submission.

"Hey lil mama, uh you're a stunner, hot lil figure, yes you're a winner and I'm so glad to be yours..." Ah, yes. As the song kept ringing in my ear, memories dating a month back, rushed into my mind, filling every possible empty area. As the images flooded my thoughts, I cringed at the fact that I can't reverse time and make do whatever that happened that night. Mostly because, part of me just adored the idea of going back and not changing a second to revisit whatever that took place, while another part of me, wishes to have not even agreed to meet him at the first place.

I can vividly recall every single touch, every silent moan, every taste, each scent, and the heat we exchanged as we drew each other as a single entity, in lust. From the moment we got into the car, it didn't take long for us to drop whatever we owned at hand, and pull each other so close till our lips locked. We kissed passionately, as he bit my chin and my upper lip consecutively, and moved on to kissing my neck and locking his arms around my hips. I lied my head on his heavily cologned neck, giving him continuous love bites.

"God, you smell so good", I murmured between heavy breaths.

"Oh Jane, I'm addicted to you", he said as he drew me closer, continually kissing me on my shoulders and embracing my left breast.

As his hand was reaching into my black, open shoulder MYR 40 worth Nichii top, the thought that he was my colleague and the fact that I'm actually going to bump into him in the office and work together at the same damn company for the next 4 months at least, struck me so hard that Jane's defence (yet again!) came into exercise. I grabbed hold of his right arm, while placing my other hand on his chest, I pushed him gently away from me. Just then, his right arm reached for my thigh, making his way to the inner part. My body heated up even more, yet I didn't want it to go any further than that, so I pushed his hand away from me, again.

"Why are you pushing me away, Jane? Huh, why are you pushing me away from you?" Having no response to his enquiry, I looked down into the darkness, as everything can be pretty much gloomy without any lights turned on at 8pm. He embraced my chin and pulled my face towards him, questioning me,

"Don't you like me, Jane?" and he kept staring at me lovingly and before I knew it, our lips locked again. We ended up hugging each other the next 20 seconds or so, before I prompted him to get moving back to our parking area.

You see, knowing my dad would most probably do a sport-check on me, I parked my car at the company parking lot and came to the cafe, well its more of a shisha / beer cafe, together with him in his car. On our way back to the office, I couldn't get my hands off him. I had an unbelievably strong urge to touch every single part of him. Well, that could have most probably been a consequential act from drinking 6 cans of Carlsberg in a row.

His car jerked at the sudden pressure on his oil, at a gostan. I shouted at him to drive properly or else we both would get ourselves killed.

"Can you shut up? Just shut up, okay. I know what I'm doing"

And at that very moment, I found an uncanny comfort in being submissive to him, till today, I don't know why. Could it be the fact that he was my only transport back to my car? Or, was I longing for a man to be submissive with all this while?

When we stopped at the traffic light, I pulled his face towards mine and would steal those few minutes to smooch him till the lights turned green. As he kept changing the gear, I kept pulling his left arm, placing it on my inner thighs, forcing his fingers to fill deep into my pores. He drove like a mad cow, no doubt in that - with emergency breaks and tailgating every car that comes in front of him. It was either the alcohol kicking in or the lust taking control of him. Or it could have been both.

Upon reaching TPM's parking lot, he stopped right next to my car, pulled up his handbrake, and like how the silk-cotton entwined trees among ruins in Angkor Wat, our bodies curled up into each other, lips were locked, and my hands ran through every inch of his body. Drawing him closer to me, I felt myself falling for him, too deep for him to handle. I knew that I was reaching a point of confusing myself from lust to love. I was well aware that any further persuasion is a definite trip down the road of regrets.

"Siva, we shouldn't be doing this. We are definitely going to regret this tomorrow"
He objected almost right away, "No, I will not. Why would you? I am not going to regret this", and he continued his lustful moves on me. We continuously made loving moves against each other, when I received Miss Call No 19 from "Father". I gasped at the time displayed in his car: 8.32PM. I was supposed to be home my 7PM.

"What's wrong?" he enquired after noticing the nervous look spread across my face.
"Uhh...I think I should get going. My parents will be looking for me".
He drew me closer and planted a kiss on  my forehead, allowing me to be excused.

I got out, half conscious, half drowzy, direct effect of the balance alcohol still left in my bloodstream. I found some balance holding the side of the car door and dragged myself towards my car, heavily lied my body on the driver's side. He got out of his car, walked hastily towards me. As he got closer, he embraced my hips. His grip got stronger and deeper into my abdomen, resting his against mine, gazing deep into my eyes.
Just then, the US team arrived for work and were walking past us.

"Siva, there are a lot of people around. They are giving us the stare..."
"I don't care! Let them see, let them know. I'm still kissing you", and he draws me to his lips and I've fallen for his spell again. My body couldn't hold up herself strong enough as I fell into his arms, surrendering myself to him, I kissed his forehead, his cheeks, rubbing his bald head, and telling him how much I loved him.

As if two lovers were resting on the tree by the beach side, he horizontally positions his back on my chest, rubbing his backside on my thighs. My arms tightly locked around his hard chest and with no intentions of letting him go, I lowered my face to his. We rubbed our faces lovingly together, like two kittens playfully rubbing on each others'. I gave him a gentle peck on his right cheek before letting him free off my grip.

Miss Call No 21 from "Father". Just then I remembered that I left my bag in his car. I scurried back to his car, frantically searching for my bag, to find him lying face down at the back seat, with his left hand hanging freely just above the bag, which was on the ground.

"I found it, you drunkard!" I chuckled and shut the door. As I was walking past the back of his car, I noticed his initials at the back: C-VA, and I commented something about him being so self absorbed to be able to do that. Bizarrely, we started a catch and chase game.Yes, we were still in the parking lot. At one point, I stopped and rested my arms at the back of his car, deliberately displaying my rear end for contact. And that, successfully caught his gallantic attention. He was humming a song, as he hopped his way towards me, casually giving me a good spank.

We had a good laugh, and he walked me into my car. We kissed again, and my hands ran through his chest, and reached for his penis. Proudly, he spread his legs for me to touch as much as I wanted, or as I possibly can. Surprisingly, I couldn't feel anything. Compared when I was with P, his was up and ready for an all night ride. But, with Siva, it was as if he has had a vasectomy. All I could feel was his tight shorts, his hard thighs, and nothing more. I couldn't even feel any remote existence of twin balls.

No matter how much my curiosity wanted to push it further, it was way past my outing time and I had to leave for home. We parted with a kiss goodbye and I dashed at 120KM/hour, as my phone rang off the hook.

"They are in the very wrath of love, and they will together; clubs cannot part them" - Shakespeare