Confession No. 5: The Itch

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned, again."

I failed controlling myself.

I let him kiss me more than twice. He complimented my lips being as sweet as cherries.

I let him embrace me, as I embrace him back.

I let him touch my behind...beneath my plaid boyfriend short-sleeved polo...my inner thigh.

I took pleasure of everything he has done.

Yet when I asked him why is he doing such things, he said he does not know...all he knows is that he finds bliss doing it with me. I boldly told him that I think I am just his toy, but he strongly condemned me. I made a prediction that when we separate ways he will surely forget me, but he said no. Looking straight to his eyes, I said that he is one lucky guy for I cannot say "no" to his demands.

"You puzzle me. If you think you are confused, well, I feel twice as you feel", I said.
He gave me a smirk.

I faked a "kilig" over some other guy I talked to over the phone, let him see me blush. When I peeked in his cubicle to see his reaction, I see him wearing a frown and eyes of anger. "Sorry," I jokingly said. "Kiss mo ko!" his lips read.

I intentionally let the people around me hear that I wanted to leave from office for a week, I heard him say "Huwag, mamimiss kita."

Everything feels so right, yet so wrong.