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Dinugo

Medyo busy kasi sya.

Naghintay ako at nakatulog na ako sa paghihintay sa kanya.

Maya-maya, nagising na lang ako sa pagkakaidlip sa paghawak nya sa aking mga binti.

Hinimas-himas ang aking pagod na kalamnan.

Una, nakikiliti ako.

Patuloy sya sa paghagod.

Hindi na ako makapag-hintay sa susunod nyang gagawin.


Ang pagdutdut sa akin.

Dahil isang linggo akong nawala, at napagod sa pag-akyat sa bundok, sabik na sabik akong mangyari ito.

Nagsimula syang trumabaho sa akin.

Sa unang pagdutdut, napaigtad ako.

Aaminin ko, matagal ko nang hindi ginagawa ito.

Sabi nga, I am giving in to my desires.  Nakakakiliti.  Masarap.

Kakaiba ang pakiramdam kung iba ang gumagawa nito sa akin.

Kinalikot nya nang kinalikot ito.

Medyo nanggigigil yata sa akin.

Tahimik lamang ako habang sya ay nagtatrabaho.  

Subalit hindi lahat ng pagkakataon ay masarap.

Napaigtad ako sa sakit!

Akala ko kiliti lang nung una.

Pero nung naramdaman kong humapdi na, napa-aray na ako.

Sabi ko, itigil na muna nya at huwag nyang gaanong kalikutin






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Sabi ko kay Sadako, ayos na sa akin na mawala ang mantsa ng mga putik sa kuko ko.

Mr. G, is back from the boondocks!

Comments

  1. When I saw the title on my reading list, "Dinugo", then my eyes went to your Blog Title, "Mr. G's Spot", i thought, ang halay lang. Haha.

    Yun pala pedicure!

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  2. hahaha! akala ko kung ano na. welcome back mr. g!

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  3. Wahahaha. Alam ni Sadako kung saan ang kiliti mo. Chos! :)

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  4. @Viktor, LOL! I wanted to make fun of a not-so-nice experience!

    @Sean, thanks for welcoming me back! Hehe.

    @Nimmy, mahadera yung aking manikurista. nakikipagdaldalan kasi kaya hayun...lintek!

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