To Love And To Own

No Caps!

Somchai moves to my wardrobe and starts to look around while I rush to the toilet to rinse my mouth out.

When I return, I find a butter colored, sleeveless, body hugging, turtleneck and a pair of navy-blue chinos on the bed.

I don't need to ask to know what I will be wearing is decided, so I just pick them up and start dressing.

Somchai is already in a white corporate shirt and black pants.

This guy. You can never catch him in casual attire. It's a white office shirt and black pants, 24/7. Be it weekend or weekdays. Even when we go on vacation. I have tried to get him to wear jeans but until now, I have been unsuccessful. There is a bag full of casual wears that I bought for him over the years, hoping that one day, he will try them out. At this point, I have given up hope. I have stopped buying. If not for the fact that he is bulky, and I am slim, I would have started wearing them all.

That reminds me, I have to find a way to dispose of them. Let me quickly text Augusta. She is like my alarm clock. Once I tell her, she will make sure that I don't forget to do it. She can be such a bother.

As I am sending like the 10th message to Augusta, Somchai stroll over to me and look me over.

“No makeup?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Why what?” I ask.

I am not big on makeup, plus it's night time. Gone are the days when I do one makeover per night to go hunt for good s*x.

“Put on some. Just something light. Neutral but classy.”

“Why?”

“You have to look better than him, else he will not get the message. “

“All he wants is s*x. Give him what he wants. How hard can it be?” I ask.

Somchai stares at me long enough to make me check myself out. But there is nothing out of place. Apart from my unbeaten face, everything is in place.

“What?” I ask. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He just shakes his head and turns away from me.

“Just do as I say. You have 20 mins.”

I roll my eyes and walk over to my bedside mirror.

Since I hardly beat my face these days, I only have usable basic makeup free samples, all thanks to Augusta who is always hunting them down from big local brands, —and lots of expired products.

After prepping my face, I matte it with a three-in-one concealer, apply a tiny bit of blush to give depth to my now slightly pale cheeks and then powder sprays it all before adding some gloss to my already pink lips.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror and wink. I am really good-looking, you know.

*Winks!

I have an apple shaped face with a narrow and sharp but well-defined jawline. My mouth is small, but my lips are full, with the top one, a little heavier than the bottom one. They are also naturally pink. They have the same shade as my p***s cap.

My favorite body parts are my eyes. There is nothing special about them, except for the way they flare when I am triggered. My irises are coffee brown with dark outlines, while my pupils are jet black and shiny. But when I am emotional, the dark outlines gain a hint of purple.

Honestly, I have never seen this purple part of my eyes before, but Somchai once said he loves when I go purple in his arms. I didn't really get it, but it was Augusta who explained that when I am excited or angry, my eyes gain a purple hue. It's very tiny, but it is there.

After that, I went to get a purple cat-eye, eye contact and Somchia loves it. It does look good on me but deep down, I prefer my naturally brown irises and very white, eyeballs with monolid shaped eyelids.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. You can easily detect my mood through my eyes. They sparkle all the time. And they are very seductive. I can tell you how much I want you just by staring at you. Most girls can't beat me at this game.

"snaps fingers!!

Narrow, apple shaped face. Small mouth with full, pink lips. Eyes that sparkle. Well set, white canines. Spotless peach skin and shoulder-length, jet black, glossy hair. At 5:8 ft, 54 kg with well-defined but soft 6 packs. Wide, firm chest. Narrow torso. Curvy waistline complemented by two fleshy butt cheeks with slightly hippy thighs. For a Thai, I am a 10. No caps. I am a solid 10.

And oh, when I smile, you also get to see my dimples. They are also not just on my face. Guess where you can find more dimples on my body?

Yeah, right there. And does it drive the guys crazy?!

My mum is an MVP!

*Snap! Snap! Snap!