Target

Eh. sometimes I wonder who reads this blog. other than you guys. huh. anyway. here is the coolest compo I've ever written :D inspiration came from a dream and I had a friend who called it a fantasy sexcapade HAHAHA. it's not kay -.-

oh and WE SURVIVED THE HARDCORE TRAINING :DD Joy to the world.

actually it wasn't that bad. cause we didn't go MacRitchie.
8k is my idea of hardcore training. Diagonals is fine.
and Fartlek & stairs over MacRitchie ANY FREAKING DAY OF FOREVER.

(:

story time. btw. my narrative gets really really dry. can't express emotions for nuts.




I woke up with my head on his muscled chest and blinked my eyes in the morning’s darkness. Turning to my right, I studied his slumbering face. Brandon had beautiful features for a man.

With a regal nose, long lashes and deep-set eyes, he looked almost feline. I only wished I could find the words to let him know the love I had for him. As I gazed at his unshaven face, I was reminded that it had not been his looks which attracted me that night.

The night when he became my target.

It was another dreary afternoon at Cougar’s Bar on May 15th and I had been watching the regulars throw darts for the past hour. Just as I was nodding off, Brandon walked in and I fell head over heels.

I knew right away that he was the one who could love and provide me with a future outside this dingy bar. Captivated by him, I attempted to get his attention but he simply proceeded to the corner booth. Soon he became a regular, often just sitting there with a brooding look. I could not take my eyes off him, but he always seemed to look through me and my hope started chipping away.

Then one day a gorgeous blond, clutching a mottled imitation fur coat, approached him and started flirting outright. His emerald eyes sparked and for the first time, a radiant smile lit up his face. By the loose talk in the bar, I was led to believe that Chelsea was his muse but now she was back and I loathed her for destroying my chances, simply because I had long planned out how to achieve my target, unwilling to fail and stay unwanted like all the previous times.

But how I envied Chelsea. She had everything I wanted, except a decent fur coat. Mine was authentic and irreplaceable, the only inheritance I got from my Mother when she left before I turned one. That was the only consolation I got from knowing I had at least one thing better than her.

Suddenly after twelve days, a shouting match occured and she left as abruptly as she had appeared. Gleefully, I almost leapt over the counter and hurried over, occupying her vacant stool. He did not comment and made no offer of a drink as his tired eyes never left the door.

I furtively glanced around, to see if anyone was about to usurp my newly found position. The regulars seemed not to care and the boss was taking orders, too busy to realize my disappearance.

Overjoyed, I sat there as he confided in me. Occasionally he would shake his head in disbelief. After a while, I plucked up the courage to lean against him and this elicited a smile in returned.

He then casually reached over and stroked my cheek gently before standing up to leave. Determined not to let this opportunity pass; I quickly stood up and followed him out the door. To my surprise, no one commented and Brandon made no objection.

He then led me back to his house, and we slept together for the first time. I was beyond elated.

Finally I had the man I clamoured for.

Finally I had achieved my target.

Finally, I could stop living in a bar.

From that day on, I stayed with him and he no longer mentioned Chelsea or any other girl. He also didn’t seem to mind what I was up to during the day just as long as I greeted him when he came home.

“Morning sleepyhead,” His voice laced with sleep jolted me out of my thoughts. While he kneaded my back as I snuggled against him - this was our morning routine. Smiling contently, I stretched, noticing the state of my nails.

Time to request for a trimming.

After jumping out of bed, I sped towards the kitchen as he ambled behind. He poured out some milk and pushed it towards me while I rubbed against him. His affectionate smile appeared and my tail swished side to side.

It is only a myth that we only swish our tails when we are angry.