lopezboy writes The Purple Crayon
Written by: lopezboy
The Purple Crayon by Lopezboy (rhyme_m8237@yahoo.com)
The mall was littered and dressed with Christmas decorations, classic Christmas music blared off from every direction. The place teeming with people from all walks of life. Business this time of the year was at its most brisk. You could hear the bargaining wherever you turn your head. The vendors and the vendee bidding and outbidding each other, some would say that 80% of total business sales was usually captured during this period. There was a faint, but rich scent of artificial scent of pine into the air, clerks wearing Santa hats all smiles hoping to lure more shoppers to their shops, there was very little room to move one’s butt around.
Arabella was inside one shop, hoping to buy herself stuffs she thought a mistress should have. She found a pair of black high heels with buckles smaller than her pinkies. A mischievous smile escaped her lips when she found what she thought was a very enticing red knee-length silk robe. Instead of the pantyhose she normally wore to work, she found sheer fabric of stockings with seam. She searched through heaps and piles of wardrobes and rambled through racks of negligees, pressed back hanger after hanger, until she found a cocktail dress made of elegant silvery fabric that matched her favorite colors. As she shopped, she thought about Adrian and what he’d done to her body. Nobody had explored her like that. He was a sweet dove, a starving cat, a possessed beast. She suddenly felt dampness between her thighs.
She remembered meeting Adrian one afternoon at a pet shop. She was going to be a first time dog owner and Adrian happened to be in the shop buying dog food. She was busy wandering around the small shop conversing with the shop clerk, when she noticed an attractive man, probably in his late 30s toying around with some of the pups, she surmised that he’s probably a regular in the shop. The man was tanned with rich black hair. He wore a blue shirt with collar and slightly loose jeans. He knew all the personnel and at ease chatting with them. She noticed no wedding ring on his fingers. He was smart, charming – quite disarmingly handsome.
The clerk continued to do her sales talk, and while she appeared to have her attention, she was actually keeping a furtive eye on Adrian. After a second, she thought she’d lost him.
”Looking for a new pet?”, Adrian’s presence from behind jolted her. She was startled to see that he was standing so close. She could feel the heat radiating off his skin, smell his sweat. And it sent electric waves down her womanhood. She fought hard not to convey any signals that might show indication that she liked him. But Adrian had noticed the little blush on her cheeks. “A lovely woman”, Adrian hissed to himself. He took off his glasses. Without them his face looked wider more boyish; when he smiled, two dimples appeared. Arabella needed some air or she’d faint.
”Yah, I’m actually looking for one, but couldn’t make up my mind”, she muttered.
”If you have big lawn, I suggest that you consider a Labrador Retriever, the world’s friendliest, but if you are looking for a watch dog, German Shepherd would be cool. Stay away from dogs that are too territorial. “
“Thanks for your suggestion, I’ll try to Google those dogs you mentioned. This will be the family’s first kasi”, she said toying her teeth with her tongue.
”Um…you might want to take my number, pwede kitang samahan dito next time…I could help pick the right dog for you, malapit lang naman ang bahay naman dito, and I know the owner of this shop, he could give you some freebies and discounts. Oh, by the way, my name is Adrian”, he offered a hand.
”My name is Arabella, but just call me Bella”, reaching his hand, while trying very hard to keep her composure. His thick brows provided a nice accent to his eyes – deep, soulful, penetrating, his cheeks were strong and his red lips curled and sensual.
She actually felt her knees quiver. He was a stunner.
”You are actually in the right place, kasi dito, you can be assured that the pups are healthy, may mga papers na lahat yan, a bit expensive, but saves you a lot of hassle”, Adrian quipped.
”As you can tell, wala talaga akong alam pagdating sa mga aso, I want to surprise kasi my little girl on her birthday.”
”Oh, happy birthday to her! Malapit na ba yun?”
”It’s happening this weekend”
”O sya, nice meeting you Bella”, he tapped her on the shoulder, and let his hand linger more than it should. Bella noticed it, she squirmed involuntarily.
They exchanged calling cards and then he started toward the door, she watched him walk away and disappear from the pet shop. She was radiant with a sense of expectancy; she just knew that she’d meet him again.
Arabella flagged down a Taxi, but before she could step right in, a sleek black Toyota honked from behind.
It was Adrian.
***
Moments later she was in his car.
”Adrian, let us get this straight, I’m married”
Adrian flashed a smile, and without saying a word held her hand.
She froze.
”Bella, let’s have lunch, and please don’t say no”, his soft commanding voice, seemed to ease her a bit.
And so they had lunch, Bella found out that Adrian was naturally conversational, and she could sense that he was a wide reader. He knows almost everything she threw at him. His words, his clear articulation, the obvious magnificence of his mind, and also perhaps the flush in his cheeks above his collar brought a hue of admiration to his face. They talked about work, sports and yes, pets. She easily felt loose and ease in his presence. He was funny, strange, magnetic…erotic.
Adrian told her, that he too is married, no kids yet and that his wife was out of town. To this she felt a spasm of disquiet. But knowing that she was away somehow made everything fair. And besides, it was just lunch, nothing else, she tried to convince herself.
After lunch, Arabella asked Adrian to drop her to a nearby mall. They were both silent on the way, though she was now firmly holding his hand in the car.
”How often do you do this?” Bella asked, trying to sound innocuous.
”Do what?”, a playful grin escaped him.
”Dating strangers?” She retorted back.
He laughs, trying to draw her near by circling his arm around her shoulders.
”Haaay naku! I don’t even know what I’m doing going out with you. Haven’t we just met? “ Arabella tried to raise up invisible walls to protect herself from what was coming.
”Don’t beat yourself up, wala pa naman nangyari, saka na pagmeron”, he joked.
”Don’t even hope for it”, she answered back. They were both chuckling.
Adrian parked the car inside the basement parking area, he scanned the place, making sure that nobody was near. And before Arabella could step out, he pulled her in and kissed her hard on her lips. She was startled for a moment, trying to catch her breath. And then she kissed him back. Their tongues intertwined. He was hard. But before she could feel the straining manhood off his pants, he pulled away.
”I will call you”, he kissed her cheek.
She went home thinking nothing but him, even when her husband made love to her that evening, her thoughts was with Adrian, every thrust his husband made, every moan that escaped her…while she was in bed with her husband, her spirit was making love with somebody else. Her husband was actually surprised, for that one evening she was feisty, aggressive, demanding…
****
That was how it all started, now she was looking for things that would make her more alluring and desirable for him. It had been a few weeks now since she met him at the pet shop. The dog was never really purchased. And though she felt a twinge of guilt every time they make love, in him, she felt desired, wanted, and longed for – something no one had ever made her feel. Not her past boyfriends. Not his husband.
****
”Mommy, can you help color my drawings?”, little Amanda said, trying to charm her mom away from the computer that had made her busy.
Arabella, smiled at her. “Sige anak, tulongan kita diyan.Is that a homework of yours?”
”Yes, mom…”
Arabella stared at her daughter’s drawings : the sun spraying her rays across a mountain, a nipa hut, cattles and what seemed like a family joining their hands together, typical of drawings done by kids of little Amanda’s age. She noticed the natural talent of her little girl, at age 5, she can draw shapes and objects with very little difficulty. It made her proud and earned little Amanda a sweet and tight squeeze from her.
Little Amanda gave her a crayon, and she started shading. This went on for a few hours, both mom and daughter having a great time.
At eight in the evening, Arabella received a text message, it’s from her husband advising her that he will be very late as he was trying to meet a deadline at the office. She informed little Amanda across her bed hugging a teddy bear about to sleep.
She grabbed a chair and stared at her reflection in the mirror; long – lashed big brown eyes, skin as pale as paper, and contrast with her hair as dark and as glossy as a coffee bean. She dabbed a cream on her face, and thought she was still very attractive, striking as some of her officemates would call her. Her face glowed, rosy at the cheeks.
Her little narcissistic session was disturbed when her phone vibrated, it was Adrian.
”Cold evening, isn’t it?”, Adrian texted.
”Yep…what makes it worse, I’m all alone in bed…”, she flirted.
”It’s been a week, how have you been?”, Adrian asked.
”Work, family…been very busy….”, she answered.
”Wanna meet up? Tonight? She’s not here too…next week pa ang balik… I miss you..”
Arabella checked her clock, it would at least be 4 hours before her husband come home.
”Sige, your place…”, Arabella answered.
****
She walked next to him, lowered her head onto his shoulder. His hand twined through her hair. He hugged her, hard and she threw her arms around him. Their hands began coursing up and down each other’s backs and suddenly it was as if all the compressed tension they’d felt over the past week had been converted into a very different kind of energy…and now suddenly erupted.
”You are delicious”, Adrian held her never allowing her gaze to go elsewhere. ”What I want more than anything now is to probe you with my tongue”, Adrian added.
She batted her clit through her skirt involuntarily, “Do what you want with me Adrian, I’m starving …I need to be catapulted to heaven.”
The heat percolated through the room. His arms around her, under her legs, sweeping her up.
”Let’s do this there”, Arabella pointed to a huge dining table in the kitchen.
Adrian carried her and lay her upon it. He eased her down onto the table top. He first unbuttoned her blouse, his lips next to his, their tongues intertwined…Arabella was panting…He adroitly unhooked her bra off her back and threw it away. He worked down her neck, biting, Munching hard on her nipples, her navel, her thighs. He removed the only piece of cloth he was wearing all night, his jockey.
Then he was on top of her, his full weight on her chest, as his hands curled around the small of her back and tugged toward him. She was completely immobile, her breath forced out of her lungs by demanding strokes.
Arabella felt a similar hunger and she dug her nails into his solid back, her teeth clenched in a salivating lust for the pain it was causing.
They moved like this for minutes, or hours – she had no idea. Finally she screamed as she shuddered, her toes curling, her head bouncing against the table. He finished a moment later and collapsed against her.
He carried her to bed moments later. They made love two more times.
She dozed.
***
Little Amanda woke up from what she thought was a nightmare, her mom Arabella was being taken forcibly by an ugly fire-breathing dragon. She was sweating all over.
It was hot. The airconditioner must have broken down again, she thought . Then she noticed smoke…lots of smoke…the heat intensified….flames…the room was in flames…
”Mommy!! Little Amanda squealed, she ran onto her mom’s bed. She wasn’t there. She proceeded to the door, tried difficultly to open it.
”Mommy!! There’s fire!!”
Little Amanda watched in horror as her mom’s bed spewed more flames…the smoke had now completely filled the room…Little Amanda curled in a corner near the door, her voice now reduced into a whimper ….mommy….mom….where are you….
***
Arabella woke up a little hazy, she checked her watch and realized that she’d been asleep for 3 hours. She needed to rush home. She watched Adrian asleep, suddenly guilt consumed her…her husband…her little girl…this is all wrong, she thought, tears falling off her cheek…She was gonna see Adrian once maybe two more times then she’d tell him what they both knew all along that while what they have is especial, it is unfair to the people they truly love and care for…
She hurriedly picked up her clothes as she heard the song White Christmas drifted through the room, a smile formed on her face…she missed her Little Amanda… (End)
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guys, what a journey it has been!! i just wanna say thanks to all of you who’ve followed my posts the few months that i’ve been here, in many ways, this site had saved me. self doubt, insecurities, depression, guilt … lahat yan na experience ko rin this year… but writing here provided the exhaust that i badly needed during the tougher times.
maraming salamat sa lahat ng tumangkilik sa mga naisulat ko, you have no idea how those comments good or bad restored the sanity that had been slowly drifting away from me. to the few friends that have been really helpful, to you guys i’m eternally grateful, di ko na isaisahin at baka may makalimutan ako.
this will be my last post for the year, see all of you again next year.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!
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very nicely written story, lopezboy!!
halos hindi na yata ako nag blink while reading this.
why naman last story of the year na? i think u can churn up some more! go, man!
November 26th, 2009 at 10:29 am
What a nice novel! Next year is another chapter more erotic story yr. 2010! Hoping the best.
November 26th, 2009 at 11:46 am
nice story bro keep it up… hi winona can i have your ym id thanks
November 26th, 2009 at 12:29 pm
bakit ganun di pa rin napa-publish yung post kong story?
November 26th, 2009 at 1:39 pm
Lopezboy.. Dazzling, as always.. You never failed to impress the readers with your exceptional oeuvre!!
I will never get tired of patronizing your works rhyme, whatever the theme is.. You are simply brilliant!!
Will be waiting for your post, next year..tc!
November 26th, 2009 at 2:40 pm
mr lopezboy sir, enthralled as always as i immerse myself with your story.
November 26th, 2009 at 3:29 pm
Lopezboy, lopezboy, lopezboy!
Have you ever visited a Booksale or a Pick-A-Book stall somewhere? There’s one rack there with erotic pocketbooks. I have a few of those way back when i was in college and whew! You sound (or better yet, write) like one you’re one of them. I mean this Purple Crayon post of yours can be one of those best sellers! Think about it… baka mas bumenta ka pa kay Bob Ong? kiddin aside though…
I’d like to make a comment though on the following:
1. Arabella – nice name
although too fictional (Bella – Twilight! ; Arabella (Figg) – an old witch in the Harry Potter series 
but really, nice nice nice…
2. Adrian — need i say more?
3. Why last post for this year? you still have one more month to make another post… bebenta rin ito for a chronicle
But since you already said your holiday greetings, then let me give my greetings to you as well
Merry Christmas and a Prosperous and Lascivious New Year 
November 26th, 2009 at 4:45 pm
hi simplyawesome,
my ym is suebella26@yahoo.com
ikaw?
November 26th, 2009 at 7:18 pm
@winona: thanks girl, ito na muna ang huli, nakaka-drain din magsulat kasi, writing sucks you in and sucks you dry. hehe but i’m glad you like this piece.
@simply and xmen: salamat mga dudes!!
@sizzling:daghang salamat lai, i always feel na kulang ang isang post if the writer couldn’t draw you out of your protective lair. most generous! most helpful!
@nothingness: mwah!! (: at mwah uli!!;)
@bitter.amber: many thanks for the comment, tama ka nga may collections ako ng mga bargain books, yun lang kasi ma-afford ko hehe .share mo naman yung mga erotic books mo! you are way too incisive – arabella because i know someone by that name, and let’s just say, she fascinates me; adrian because after considering so many names, that name stands out to complement arabella’s, unless of course,may isang tao dyan na biglang mag-amok at di ako nagpaalam na gamitin pangalan nya. hehe sino kaya yun?;0
November 26th, 2009 at 8:22 pm
Ahhhhhhh!!!! Well written.
Ahhhhhhh!!!! Excellent Post.
Ahhhhhhh!!!! Why do I keep yelling?
Ahhhhhhh!!!! I think my nose is bleeding with the english
November 26th, 2009 at 9:55 pm
survivor,
parang na ee-scared ako sa avatar mo…
November 26th, 2009 at 9:58 pm
lopezboy,
bakit girl ang avatar mo?
November 26th, 2009 at 9:59 pm
@winona: Sensya na kung natakot ka sa avatar ko. Its my way of honoring a great actor. And yes, I fell darkly obsessed with the Joker character after Heath Ledger breathed life into it. Hehehe…
November 26th, 2009 at 10:16 pm
What a nice present for Christmas…
Cheers!!!
November 27th, 2009 at 12:52 am
I’m sad because of the little girl. Bakit wala sya kasama sa bahay. Yaya? Katulong? Why did Bella leave her alone?
Sorry, single mom kasi…
November 27th, 2009 at 1:56 am
wow.i wish i could write a story this good…
excellent one sir!
November 27th, 2009 at 4:18 am
resplendent work..
one in a million in this erotic world.
November 27th, 2009 at 6:50 am
@ lopezboy – my pleasure
and sorry for being too incisive — well it’s just that i have been a real big fan of the harry potter series after i got tired of reading those erotic novels which only left me with an aching desire to do the deed as well. And Arabella — she took care of Harry you know 
loved her character there. Adrian though, i bet my pwet nag leave na sya ng offline message sayo? hahaha kiddin though
About my books – when i decided to become a full-time mom, i put in a big box together with my cosmopolitan and fhm magazines which i collected for 3 years. Time to keep all the stuff illegal to a child’s eye
i hope di pa inaanay yung mga yun and if not, i’ll send some good stuff to you.
I promised to post another story but sad to say… i think i’ll have to do it all over again. There was a major problem with the office serve and all the documents saved in my desktop cannot be retrieved anymore. arrghhh…
November 27th, 2009 at 8:29 am
kawawa ung bata…..
single dad kasi ako.
November 27th, 2009 at 8:39 am
oo nga naman… bakit iniwan yung bata maka “chorva” lang hehehe
November 27th, 2009 at 9:22 am
ahh….the consequences of lust! tsk! you’re a wonderful weaver of words mr. lopezboy..
November 27th, 2009 at 9:53 am
@winona: been trying to get rid of that avatar for the longest time, ayaw ma delete. hehe but i assure you, i’m male. (;
@survivor: thanks playboy, este parekoy!! medyo, nosebleed nga hehe…pakisabi na lang kay adrian dahan dahan sa mga chicks, ayan tuloy may casualty.hehe (:
@burn my lips: andyan ka na naman tinutukso ang aking puso..seriously, thanks girl. just love it everytime you drop by.
@darkie: sanity and reason just no match against the sheer force of lust at times..thanks for commenting.
@alex: salamat din bro, i’m still reeling from that poetry you wrote.
November 27th, 2009 at 1:57 pm
@fairybelle: hope i gave justice to that lovely name; an inspiration, you will always be…miss you. (ehem!) (:
@bitter: thanks uli bff…ingat ka sa mga adrian sa mundo – opps! peace adrian! hehe
@3rd: hate to sound preachy, but isn’t it true that kids always get the brunt of our sexual indiscretions? sadly everytime we play with fire, the kids are the first to burn. thanks for the comment.
@teenmafia: yah, lust… while consequences may vary, the sting it brings will definitely leave many of us hurting for life. thanks girl.
November 27th, 2009 at 2:21 pm
lopezboy: glad to have given you inspiration, even with just a name.
one thing though, ba’t mo naman sinunog yung bahay? poor Amanda..
sorry for bursting the bubble..lol
November 27th, 2009 at 4:46 pm
@fairybelle: commonplace people would love to stay away from stories such as this, life is tough enough why write or read something to enervate the spirit? i dunno, but to bathe in artificial pain, to be filled with majestic sadness – such is the pleasure of tragedy. (:
November 28th, 2009 at 6:22 am
lopezboy,
i know na how to change ur avatar.
just upload a new picture and the old one will be replaced. try mo.
November 28th, 2009 at 10:35 am
i just realized i want a guy who could write. lols..
November 28th, 2009 at 12:57 pm
elow po sa lahat.. makikidaan lang ^_^
na nosebleed ako sa story…
elow sa mga nag comment po dito.
chat po tau kung gs2 nyo lang
add me po pedro_chupekwa@yahoo.com
November 28th, 2009 at 4:31 pm
@thrill-seeker: believe me girl, ginawa ko na rin yan, same result. it’s not that i dont like it, kailangan lang ng konting update. patulong mr. moderator.
@teenmafia: sa tingin ko lang, hindi naman talaga importante if a guy can write or not, basta marunong lang magmahal ng totoo, hindi makasarili, at maykakahayan na maibigay sa iyo ang pangangailangan emosyonal, spirtual, at sekswal na rin… yun sa palagay ko ang mas importante…pero if you are looking for a writer, marami rito nyan.:)
@marvic:for a change bro, nosbleed muna tayo, thanks anyways for the effort of reading this post.
November 28th, 2009 at 11:04 pm
Lopezboy: perhaps you are right..in this cold and cruel world tragic pleasures can be sublime..but in literature only a few could give you such… a certain level of ‘masochism’ in us, i suppose?
November 28th, 2009 at 11:36 pm
@fairybelle: i love to think or fantasize that i have the power to consecrate the banalities of life and turn them into little miracles of joy – sometimes i succeed, often times i don’t, but more than that, i want my stories to be a sounding board for the exchange of ideas, a reference point for the oddities and anomalies of life itself.
oh, I have to disagree with you, there is indeed pleasure in tragedies, how else could you explain shakespeare’s immortality in the realm of literature.
You are really dissecting this post ha, I’m flattered no end. Chat again, sometime…(:
November 29th, 2009 at 10:34 am
Nietzsche viewed tragedy as the art form of sensual acceptance of the terrors of reality..and for me that translates to illusional defensive mechanism.
Shakespeare’s tragic works had the goal of purging emotions out of its audience, and that may seem the eternal paradox of tragic pleasures. I will have to agree with you, this immortalized his works, of which I was never a fan, obviously.
Real-life tragedies though, I would have to opinionatedly say that only sickos derive pleasure from it..
Oops, i forgot, this is an erotic site…lol.
I am dissecting this post for lack of other posts to dissect..haha..(oops again)
November 29th, 2009 at 1:54 pm
I still have to say this post is one masterpiece..kudos to you..i’m becoming a fan..how’s that against shakespeare? lol.
November 29th, 2009 at 2:03 pm
@fairybelle: ha ha you are one feisty chick! mapapahamak yata ako sa comment mong yan…i couldn’t help but admire that gleaming intellect of yours though…what’s the issue again? ah, pleasure in tragedies…it’s really a tough call, maybe that’s why van gogh was insane first before anybody considered his genius; maybe mother theresa was insane too for leaving a life of opulence to eat and sleep with the grim reaper; and then there’s my hero leo tolstoy who threw away his fortune, driving his family to poverty and starvation for what he thought was obedience to his God.
a delusional mechanism? maybe. a bunch of sickos? i guess you could make the argument; but this world is certainly less green and astonishing if they hadn’t lived to mess with it…maybe they just view the word “pleasure” very differently than most of us – that doesn’t make them less human though. (:
November 29th, 2009 at 4:52 pm
ang lalim ng discussion ni lopezboy at ni fairybelle…hmmm
November 29th, 2009 at 5:04 pm
Lopezboy: Need i rest my case?
people did not derive pleasure from the tragic lives of those you mentioned..rather a tragic realization that despite the hero’s suffering, life is to be celebrated..pleasure perhaps from the realization, but never from the tragic truth.
I read Tolstoy, too, and did you know that as a realist he never felt delight from Shakespeare’s works, but rather felt repulsed and dissapointed by his ‘tedious’ works, and was bewildered by such non-existent merit? Maybe he has a different take on the pleasure principle? LOL.
Perhaps I have forgotten that thin line that separates reality from literary fantasy.. again I will have to agree with you, the world wouldn’t indeed be a ‘pleasurable’ place if not for us human who seek and derive pleasure from all things beyond the unknown.
Thrill-seeker: we may have veered out of this site’s genre, i admit. Ito kasi si Lopezboy, imbes erotic pleasure inaatupag, tragic pleasure ang pinangatawanan..LOL.
November 29th, 2009 at 11:36 pm
@fairybelle:ha ha i have to admit this little mental calisthenics is making my brows sweat..i suppose we can put a lid on this repartee – nobody is willing to budge! hehe you’ve made your point quite eloquently and i hope i didn’t embarrass myself by engaging a behaviorist of your intellectual caliber…surely there’s an ocean of topics we can dig our nails into, but then that’s reserved for another day, maybe away from the prying eyes of pl peeps.. (:
the whole point of this story is to remind us earthlings that sexual indiscretions can be a cataclysm, it will alter the map of one’s life, a tornado that will dash us to the ground and pick us up and deposit us to some distant shore…but i’m a firm believer of ’second chances’…
when the purple crayon is broken, it could no longer be glued or restored, but it doesn’t mean that it could no longer provide the same beautiful shades and hues and brightness it once had when it was whole…
i missed being pushed to the limits, you certainly succeeded in doing that, kaya crush na kita. ha ha ha see you around ms.fairybelle. (:
November 30th, 2009 at 11:17 am
aw, lopezboy, putting an end already? lol
i’m gonna miss those witty ripostes of yours..fyi, i didn’t mean to push you to your limits.
and yes, the point of your story is as clear as the crystal skies.
November 30th, 2009 at 11:54 am
What else can i say. . Nasabi na nilang lahat! Rate of five for the perfection . . Hehe I love reading your stories . . Di lang attention and imaginations ko ang captured it touches my soul. . .
November 30th, 2009 at 2:43 pm
@banibabe: thanks girl, your comment just reinforced my belief that even writing in erotic genre, humanity shouldn’t take a backdrop to the lower nature.
December 1st, 2009 at 5:35 am
Very nice…and depressing he he. Kinailangan ko pang i-google ang ilang words pero ang galing mo talaga lopezboy. Merry Christmas in advance!
December 1st, 2009 at 11:46 am
@barny: thanks bro, we are waiting for your final salvo. merry christmas!
December 2nd, 2009 at 10:00 am
heartbreaking!!! aggghhh!!!
damn sana akin na lang yung baby
am not going leave her all alone
bat ba me ganung ina… ina pa ba tawag dun?
December 6th, 2009 at 4:41 pm
Aww. Ang sad. Naiyak ako.
December 6th, 2009 at 8:43 pm