i didnt want to update. but as allah promised, he will post his abandoned essay on his blog. haha loadsa people would have great fun and enjoyment reading this length and erotic compo. ok lah my england not that powderful so dont blame me if it fails to satisfy ur lust. dont claw me hor u. haha Abandoned Standing on the rooftop of the hospital, I wanted to take the plunge, to end it all. Memories of the haunting past played through my mind... I was a career-minded woman in my prime. A success in many aspects of life, or so i thought. I had many suitors, all of whom I rejected, as i wanted to climb up the corporate ladder. I was basically the woman of the company and everyone looked up to me. How successful i was. However, nothing lasts. I met him, a new clerk in my company. He was the perfect catch for women of my age. He was young, hot, sexy, brilliant in many aspects and so on. You name it, he got it. I could not help but get turned on by his charming personality and...hot body. However, being the level-headed woman i was, i managed to shake myself clear of all my fantasies of him. I had to keep up with success. He seemed to like me. He started asking me out on dates with his irresistible voice and alluring eyes. He managed to attract me. He and I, we started on this relationship to my doom. Dates after dates, movies after movies, my liking for him deepened. He then invited me to his house for dinner. Blushing(or was he?) as he spoke, I found him way too cute to resist. And so i agreed. I was to reach his house at around 5pm. On that fateful day, the hopeful me drove my car to his condominium. The silhouette of the dark huge tower loomed over me ominously as I stepped out of my car. All this seem ominous to me now, but I was not going to know what is in store for me. Everything seemed hospitable, not hostile. All those people smiling at me when i walked past them, was it a gesture of welcome, or mocking me, a prelude to my doom? I entered the lift. The door creaked close. The motors, pulleys, ropes...they all worked in motion as they sent me up the 69 floors up his house. I rang his bell. He opened the door with his hands at his back. A nice smell of food wafted to my nose. Pleasant. And looking at him with his hands behind his back, I expected a pleasant surprise. He presented a bouquet of roses to me. I blush easily, and I did just that. He, too. And so we proceeded on to dinner, his home-made, 'lovers' meal. After the sumptuous and rather drowsy meal, coupled with red wine, we were both red in the face. There and then, he popped the question. With his half-kneel and(seemingly) hopeful eyes, well, he won me over. I accepted his proposal to the eventual destruction of me. I was elated. Now, in my clear state of mind, I can laugh at my foolish actions and beliefs that he loved me. But at that time, I was in love, and alcohol was acting on me. We proceeded to his master bedroom. The haze in my mind, it clogged up my senses. I enjoyed every moment of it, flesh on flesh, sweat dripping all over. I lay sprawled on the bed as he came into me. It hurt, but the pain set us free. We tried many different styles and positions. No, we did not want to stop. To waste this night would be wasting our lives, what we have loved for(or so i thought). We were both spent from our efforts. And then, we lay, cocooned with our sweet secretions of my lust and his. Time to time, we woke up and continued with our lovemaking. That, was my first night. The next day, when I opened my eyes, I saw him lying soundly asleep by my side. I smiled. So thats what he looks like when he's asleep. (How i wish i killed him there and then...) He promised to marry me, didn't he? He promised to take responsibility. And i was more than willing to marry him. All seemed well. 2 months later, I got nauseous. I was pregnant. I told him about it. He promised to marry me, and I found solace in the bare fact that those words fell from his mouth. Leonard was going to marry me! A week later, when i broached the subject, he simply shut me up. He told me that he is now in love with another woman, nad told me to 'f*ck off'. I was in shock. Traumatized. I could not bring myself to believe him. All this while, I thought he loved me. I felt like a condom-used, and disposed off. He abandoned me, and the fruit of our love-the foetus in my womb... 'Oi! Don't do anything stupid!' I woke up from the realm of my memories, and back to the rooftop of the hospital. My feet shuffled me to the parapet in my subconscious state. Having woken up, I know. I cannot die now. I have to clear up the mess he made of my life. If not for me, at least for my baby, and my family. I have decided to live on.
comments. ok. the sex part was 'totally unacceptable' and 'some uses of words and control of tenses can be improved'. and i corrected some other mistakes lah. and added abit more here and there. haha. anything lah. not so much sex though. nvm. there's always a next time i guess. haha.
