Part Un: A Kiss At The Stroke Of 12

I totally don't get my life now.

See I was a wrecked somebody a few years ago. I didn't love myself, I wasn't established in my career, and I sure as hell didn't look as good as I do now. But the funny thing is, I had a lot of luck with men. Like one after another kinda luck. 

Since the beginning of 2016, I had sensed something amiss. Love luck hasn't been on my side. Say, I met a couple who I was remotely interested in to get to know and our first date went well but something would come up (I don't know what?) in the midst and then, end of story. Strangely, the pattern followed through for the entire year and just when I thought 2017 was going to get better, the Universe decided that it is for the better of me that I remain very single. 

Ok, I do admit. I honestly don't have the time/focus to put into a relationship or another person right now. I am dedicating all of me to my career and improving myself both mentally and physically. That means I don't have time for negativity and being in a relationship means there WILL be quarrels and misunderstandings and drama isn't it? Unless it's a relationship akin to the one I had with Carl but what are the chances? Fat. Honestly speaking though, I do miss having someone who I can have earth-shattering sex and cuddle with. And apart from that, I think I would like to feel desired -- which I really am but I just want ONE to desire me. 

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I went out on NYE to Haji Lane Street party with a vengeance. Haha, the Sex Goddess was pretty upset that she only got laid 3 times in 2016. I can't help it when my expectations are high but I do blame myself for it. "Come on Chrissy, just close your eyes and tell him not to talk. That way you wouldn't have to see his face and body and you don't have to tolerate the broken English and not-so-witty jokes." That didn't work. For I couldn't blind or deafen myself just cause Miss V is in need of some serious action. 

So I went out on NYE knowing I'll get laid. Really, that was how confident I was. Less than half an hour there, an English man came and took a cigarette from me. We spoke a little but nah, no attraction at all. Next please. 

An hour of dancing by myself later, a Israeli man came to chat me up. Cute. He had a septum piercing, lush thick beard and totally looked like your favourite kinda hipster. "What does this person do? And how much does he make," I thought to myself and decided not to have anything to do with him. But it doesn't end there.

"Guess correct where I'm from and I shall give you a kiss," said septum piercing. 

"Israel."

His eyes widened and asked how did I know.

If I had guessed it wrong, you would have said I guessed it right because you want to kiss me. 

Dude.

So he went for it, grabbed me by both cheeks and held me close to him. I pushed him away and told him to come back at 12. No way was I going to kiss someone before 12. 

As the new year drew near, time was ticking, I wasn't panicking if I would go home with somebody or will I have someone to kiss when we usher in 2017. Then came him... 

K came at 11:53pm and took Y's spot. She then screamed at him "Hey, you stole my spot!" He went apologetic and started talking to me. In less than two hours, 3 guys. /pats self on back 

K had this really strong english accent but he totally looked Asian. He reminded me so much of Mark T'wang and it's of little wonder why after I found out what he does for a living. I reminded him to remember to kiss somebody at midnight. 

11:58pm. 

"Hey you wanna get to the middle of the crowd when the countdown begins?" asked K. 

"Sure, let's do it!" 

He grabbed my hand and I then grabbed Y and we pushed our way into the crowd. With a beer in my hand, I ready myself mentally for the new year. 

"Everyone! We're only 20 seconds away from the new year now!" screamed the not-very-good DJ. 

K looked at me. When the countdown began at T-minus 10 seconds, he took me and pressed his lips on mine. I liked the way he smell, taste and kiss. The crowd cheered as the last digit of the year changed. We continued to kiss. We parted our lips and looked at each other and kissed again.

Kiss. Look. Repeat for about 4 times.

"Great start to the fucking year." I thought to myself as Y took me and dragged me out of the place. K didn't chase. 

Ten minutes and silly-dancing by the roadside later, I walked back to where the crowd was and found him. 

"Why didn't you take my number?" I asked him.

He then took out his phone and I gave it to him.

"Are you going to forget who I am tomorrow?" I asked him.

"Yes."

I walked away. Went down to this bar at JE for darts. Didn't enjoy the place but I was too high to be a bitch about it. 

Half an hour later, K texted. 

"Hey, it's K. Why didn't you stay?"

"You didn't ask me to."

"What if I say it now?"

"I'm in the far west now playing darts."

"We should spend the night together. I enjoyed our kiss."

After some deliberation later, I found myself standing at the foot of this condo opposite Thomson Medical Centre. He came to pick me up and spoke to the security guard a little. I like this guy already. 

We didn't waste no time and started making out. To be honest, everything happened in such a blur. I remember admiring the amazing view out his bedroom window and getting naked and stopping midway to chat. We had real good convos and he's a great kisser. I was seriously overjoyed I got myself a cutie. But yes, if he hadn't been cute, I wouldn't have gone home with him. Life is unfair isn't it? 

He took off my shorts and went down on me. Fuck, it felt so good. I love being eaten out. And when he proceeded to eat my ass out, I thank all Gods in heaven for bestowing me such a great fuck. I sucked him, we kissed, he licked me some more, and we began to fuck like rabbits. 

Two shags later, I told him I needed a shower. He got up, threw me a towel and showed me where the bathroom was (fucking huge apartment). "Can I join?" he asked. "Erm, no," 

Having no makeup remover when you go out is a cardinal sin. It means you have to wash your face 54354 times to remove every shit. And having no clue where the facial wash was is another. Because I had to wash my face with body wash. 

I returned to his room and looked at his bod, the defined lines, the tightness of it and began to wonder if he is actually 30 years old like what he had said. He was lying down in bed awake when I entered the room. I started fondling him with my tits and he moaned. 

Two shags later, I decided to sleep to the happy thought of the tightness of his ass. He cuddled me from behind and when I turned to face him, he put his arm around me and held me close to his chest. "Now we're like lovers," he said. 

The next morning, we shagged twice and he made me coffee. We both stood by the window, had our coffee, admired the first daybreak of 2017 and had a few smokes. 

"You're not 30 are you?" I asked

"No, I'm 26." 

Ok, so I slept with someone 5 years my junior? Not that bad, I can live with that.

When I got home, I ran a CSI on him and found out that he's actually turning 23 this year (2017) which means he's 9 years my junior. To give you a better perspective of age difference, he was only 11 when I was 20.

I have officially become a cougar.