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Fight Club

2011-12-31T16:46:00.000+08:00

Remember what I said about ladies who just completed their workout, whatever their workout may be?

Recently, I couldn't help but notice more and more of such ladies in my life.

Now, I feel really ecstatic whenever I go for a run or take part in marathons, because I see more ladies doing the same thing.

It's really motivating to watch those athletic, tanned bodies blush with perspiration under the sun.

If that's not enough, I see more ladies in my fight class.

(By the way, I've signed up for this fight class a couple of months back; it is a bit like kickboxing.)

Once again, I'll like to say it's really motivating to watch those athletic, tanned (or not) bodies blush with perspiration.

It feels even better when we smile at each other during the workout.

It seems like a post-coital smile, but it really is just a smile to encourage each other to run another 200 metres or do another push-up.

But still, a smile is a smile, and it helps a lot with socializing, meaning, knowing more girls.

So, on that note, keep smiling, stay healthy, and make 2012 your best year yet!

She Came, I Conquered

2011-12-29T15:14:00.000+08:00

There was a buzz and my mobile phone flashed.

"I'm here."

I hurried to the door and opened it. Right there in front of me, stood an athletic woman, cladded in a tank top and running shorts. Or was it denim shorts? Bah, who cares?

Taking her by her hands, I pulled her closer for a deep kiss. She draped her arms around my neck as we teased with our tongues and playfully bit each other's lips. We paused for a breather and looked into each other's eyes.

She giggled, "What?"

"Nothing."

"Tell me. Wh-"

Before she could finish her sentence, I launched a surprise ticklish attack on her and left her sitting on the floor, gasping for air.

She would later gasp for air again, for a different reason.

I picked her up and we tottered into my bedroom.

Closing the door behind me, I turned her around and peeled her tank top over her head.

There was no bra to unclasp.

I inhaled sharply, as I watched the moonlight mill around the contours of her breasts.

She coyly wriggled out of her shorts, and then her panties, and laid comfortably on my bed.

I snapped out of my daze and got naked quickly.

She took my hand and ran my fingers softly over her calves and thighs, sending tingles all over her.

I pushed further up and circled her breasts. As I inched towards her nipples, she tilted her head and sunk deeper into my pillow. I climbed into bed and skimmed my lips across her neck.

Her nipples quickly found their place between my lips, occasionally hooked between my teeth, as she remained submerged in her pool of pleasure.

My hands pondered around her pubic area for awhile, then a couple of my fingers made a split-second decision to immerse themselves in her love hole.

That's when she sang a different, audible tune.

Her vagina would clenched my fingers everytime I plugged them in, soaking them with her ecstasy.

Soon, my thumb got sucked into the sexual whirlpool, as I used it to rub her clit.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!" she exclaimed, as she soused my hand.

Not wanting to waste the precious nectar, I replaced my thumb with my tongue, and summoned the elixir down my throat.

Then, suddenly, she inhaled loudly and sent her body into quivering convulsions.

"My turn."

I got between her thighs and pounded her remaining breath away.

This time, her vagina clenched my dick everytime I stuck it in. The deeper I pushed, the harder it was to pull it out.

Her pelvic-grinding and shoulder-kneading did not help either.

Then, out of the blue, she necked me.

I guess that's pretty much when the wheels came off the wagon, and I groaned and bucked as my horses mashed into the tip of my condom.

Still panting a little, I gathered my strength and climbed off her. Then, I reached for my wallet and withdrew a few crisp notes.

"Pleasure doing business with you."

Sink In

2011-12-07T16:33:00.000+08:00

It was the most wonderful feeling as she lowered her hipsand sunk my dick into her gorge.

Just a few moments ago, my dick was howling for its releaseas her dress floated to the floor.

The afternoon light came through from under the door andlanded softly on her body, illuminating the contours of her breasts and hips.

I got rather nervous as she sashayed towards me. Her nakeddisplay was adding on to the sexual tension between us.
By the way, I have lost control of the rate my dick wasswelling.

As if able to read my mind, she bent over, unbuckled my beltand dropped my pants.

There, my dick stood, unshackled with pure sexual rage.

She then kissed my neck and chest, and stroked my length. Iexhaled softly, savoring every wave of pleasure sent towards my groin.

Not losing anymore time, she grabbed my buttocks and pulledmy dick into her warm shelter.

I groaned aloud, surprised at how seasoned she was atappeasing the vehemence between my legs.

She started grinding against my thighs as she kneaded myback.

Damn, she was good!

Then, she did the unthinkable – she quickened her pace.

Our hisses and purrs grew more intense every time theybounced off the wall of the handicap restroom we were in.

I tried to keep my legion in its wings, but all I could thinkof was how tight and wet and warm and…

I succumbed to my spinal reflexes as I felt thickropes of jizz dashed down her throat as she swallowed heartily between gaspsand moans.

Rhythm And Blues

2011-10-24T00:15:00.000+08:00

She giggled as she crawled atop me. Our clothes were strewn around the bed but we were barely naked.

It was fun yet agonizing to watch her prowl towards me, cladded only in her baby blue lingerie. I was only a pair of boxer briefs away from unleashing my pent-up rage on her.

Finally, we met eye to eye. She stooped forward and teased me with her soft hair.

I could not take it any longer and reached behind her, hoping to unclasp her bra in one move.

Sadly, she was faster.

“Wait,” she warned.

She leaned in and nibbled on my lips. Her tongue soon met mine, and we tasted each other delicately. Our teeth got in the way from time to time, but that just made the whole experience sexier.

Then, just as our lips unlocked, I snaked away and overpowered her by pressing her back down from behind.

Her hovering ass got me all fired up.

She then felt me tugging at her bra, and from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a bluish whirl which darted across the room and landed in a corner.

I reached forward and gave her unprotected breasts a soft squeeze.

Then, I gave her nipples a good pinch.

She yelped and shivered a little.

Her panties came off next, and I flipped her over.

There she laid, in a beautiful mess, grinning, clearly enjoying this thuggish treatment.

Wasting no time, I pried open her legs and sunk my dick into paradise.

I pounded her, as if with revenge. She hung on to me with one leg around my waist and both arms around my neck.

My dick would be surrounded by her warm pussy juice every time I thrust, and hearing her heave fuelled me on.

She was so wet.

I attempted to keep it together as I luxuriated in the moment, but our rising body temperatures signalled a climax.

She exhaled loudly and writhed in orgasmic comfort, while I sprayed strings after strings of semen onto her tummy.

Cuddles and fluttering kisses marked the end of the day.

The next morning, as I stepped into the office, the receptionist, as usual, greeted me from behind her work desk. Then, she leaned forward and whispered,

“Did you see my bra? You know, the baby blue one?”

Rejection Rejected

2011-03-14T01:24:00.000+08:00

I once met this girl back in 2005 (or 2006? I couldn’t remember).

She came from a conservative background, yet she was very curious about sex. Despite that, no matter how much I coaxed her, I could never get under her skirt.

She kept talking about preserving her virginity for this particular guy she knew, and rejected my advances. So, I backed off.

One day, while she was at my place, I decided to try my luck again.

I remember that she was wearing a tube top and a silk-twill lace skirt, and somehow or rather, I managed to get her to lie on my bed.

I was nibbling on her neck, drawing wet circles against her skin as she drew shallow breaths. My hands roamed around her body, but whenever I tried to reach under her top to fondle her bra covered breasts, she would push my hand away. The same happened when I tried to caress her thighs.

It was rather frustrating but a little patience was the order of the day.

Slowly, I worked my way from her neck, down towards her clavicle, grazing her collarbone before I glided my tongue onto her chest.

I expected her to push my head away, but as I looked up, I saw her lying comfortably on my pillow with her head tilted. She licked her lips every once in a while as she breathed through her mouth.

I gradually pulled her top up a little to reveal her toned tummy. Then, with my tongue, I skimmed around her belly button. She gasped lightly, clearly enjoying the tease.

I pulled at her top again, trying to reveal more flesh. This time, she pushed my hands away.

"Don’t," she said with a grin, "but I want you to continue kissing me."

And so, I continued kissing her neck, chest and tummy for another 5 minutes or so. (For the record, it felt like an hour.)

Then, not making any sudden movement, I slid my hand behind her back and fumbled with her bra.

"Don’t! Hey—you can’t—I said—," she put up a struggle almost immediately.

I pressed my thighs on hers to keep her from thrashing around and I held onto her flinging arm with my free hand.

It took me quite a while but I managed to undo her bra. I quickly pulled it from under her top and threw it onto the bedroom floor.

"How could you do this? I’ve already said no, and —"

She was reduced to muffles as I toyed her tongue with mine. She was still tensed up when I reached under her top and fondled her breasts, but when I stroked her nipples, she released her grip on my wrist and let out a soft moan.

I grabbed the chance and brushed her nipples lightly with my lips, occasionally flicking them with my tongue. Then, I allowed one of her nipples to sink into my mouth. Her chest heaved while she struggled to control her breathing.

Her frown and sharp breaths told a lot about the confusion and arousal that she was experiencing.

"Do you like this?" I released my verbal arm and asked.

She nodded with a visible blush on her cheeks.

I resumed my oral torment on her nipple and slid my hand under her skirt.

"No— cannot—," she denied entry, as expected.

But I was not going to let her slip away. Not like that. Not when she was already that wet.

Like a pirate so close to his loot, I tugged at her skirt, searching for the much needed zip to tear down this woven barrier.

"You won’t be able to find the zip," she quipped.

I pushed her panties aside and rubbed her pussy vigorously. She jolted and lost control of her lungs, perhaps abiding to this tantalising sensation for the first time.

While she marveled at the thrill that was pushing through her nerves and veins, I found the zip and within seconds, I wrenched her skirt away. Her panties were wrested off next.

The moment I drove my tongue into her wet slit, she gulped, as if trying to keep her vocal cords intact. Soon enough, she moaned and hollered as she forced her sweet drink down my throat. She, too, bucked furiously while my tongue swam all over her clit.

Suddenly, she arched her back and came with her buttocks lifted off my bed.

Eventually, this girl did lose her virginity, not to me, but to the guy she was always talking about. For some reason, we saw less of each other as time went by.

Finally, in 2008, we stopped keeping in touch.

Rain Check

2011-03-06T15:54:00.000+08:00

You said one thing, and I said another, and that was how it all happened.

On this seemingly chilling night, we only had each other to keep ourselves warm. Perhaps it was the liquor, perhaps it was the music, whatever the reason, we decided to give in to our needs and wants on your couch.

You were already excited, breathing through your mouth, when our lips met. I did not know whether it was your tongue tracing mine or it was the other way around, but we both enjoyed the dew that came with it. You hung your arms around my neck as I hugged you close to me, already wanting to subdue you.

I roamed your body, caressing your arms, then on to your back and finally your thighs and hips.

I broke our kiss and started to kiss across your cheek, nibbling your ear, and finally burying my face onto your neck. The smell of your hair and the perfume on your neck, together with your heavy gasping, were already stirring a perfect storm in my head and pants.

I reached behind you and unzipped your dress as I left a wet trail from your neck to your collarbones.

Then you held my face and looked at me in the eyes with soft desire. You stood up, allowing your dress to slide off while the moon teased the curves on your body through the veil of rain.

I, too, was teased.

You took my hand and led me to your bed. I must have dropped my pants and shirt along the way, because when we reached your bedroom, I was only in my boxers.

The sexual tension went up a notch and the tent between my thighs was clear evidence of it.

We kissed again. This time, hungrily.

I unbuckled your bra and peeled the fabric away like a toddler unwrapping his first Christmas present. I traced your breasts with my tongue as you tugged at my boxers. I then wrapped my lips around your nipples and sucked on them for the longest time ever. You toggled between gasping aloud and moaning shyly.

I went back to meet your neck and then your lips as we laid on your bed. I reached down and removed your panties, displaying the slick side of you. I pushed your thighs wide open and the occasional lightning outside your window revealed your beauty.

I took a few quick laps at your pussy as you hissed audibly. It was as if my tongue were hot iron.

Then I indulged myself with your love juice. My tongue outlined your slit, and swam in and out of your pussy as I tried to extract as much nectar from you as possible. I neglected your pussy for a few seconds to kiss your thighs and you got impatient, grinding your hips towards my mouth.

I gave in to your avidity and went down onto your now-extremely moist oasis.

You were moaning loudly now, smiling through your hair while it half-covered your face. I sucked your clit softly as I fingered you rhythmlessly, exhilarated by all your wetness.

I returned to kissing your body, then your breasts and neck, and as our eyes met, I sunk my dick into you. A cry of joy escaped from your mouth as you arched your back, enjoying every thrust. I tried controlling my rhythm and speed, but like the weather, I was unpredictable involuntarily.

Our hips hit so hard that it substituted thunderclaps, and waves and waves of pleasure heightened in our bodies and minds.

Before long, we erupted with delight, with you reduced to satisfied whimpers as you basked in the ripples of after-sex comfort.

Stranger In A Strange Land

2011-01-23T03:41:00.000+08:00

There are too many lonely souls on Orchard Road.

Some of them gathered with lighted cigarettes, spending the night with aimless laughters. Many of them dressed to kill but did not catch any prey; they have downed too much liquid courage earlier and have lost their will to head home.

Anyway, I just spent 30 minutes walking through the place where I've spent my childhood.

I've tried invoking flashbacks and the ghosts of the past by retracing my steps while a couple of stall owners in the wet market watched me curiously.

I spotted a couple making out in the old basketball court and a homeless old man sleeping in front of a coffeeshop, enduring the cold of the night. Other than that, nothing significant came to mind; little fragments of yesteryear flickered like yellowed photographs.

I went home empty-handed; too many facelifts were in the way.

Perhaps returning in the light of day might help. Otherwise, only hypnotherapy or a near-death experience can restore that lost decade.

Meek

2010-12-19T02:24:00.003+08:00

I could not keep my hands to myself.

I was walking her back to her apartment and it has been 10 minutes since she subtly hinted that she is horny.

No, her hint did not come in the form of "I'm wet" or "I need you now".

She merely told me that licking a part of her body will turn her on, and when I guessed breasts, she smiled and looked away meekly.

Then I noticed that her bosoms looked seductively curvy.

She was wearing a pair of push-up bra.

I almost jumped her there and then, desperately wanting to rip her blouse off. But I kept my composure and gentlemanly hugged her closer.

"Let's see if anyone's at home," she whispered.

The flat was empty.

She went ahead to take a shower while I quietly (and excitedly) sat in her living room.

After awhile, I heard her turn the shower off.

I looked towards her bedroom with eager anticipation, hoping to catch a glimpse of her wrapped in a small towel. Then, as if in a horror movie, she appeared by her bedroom doorway, dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of shorts.

I was sure I jumped, but I kept my cool.

"You want to come into my bedroom? It's cooler in here."

Cooler? I doubt so. If it plays out like I presume it to be, it is going to get hot. Like Mount Vesuvius. Or any volcanoes. When erupting.

I calmly followed her into her room and sat beside her on her bed.

"Now, what do you want to do?" she asked.

I was about to reply something decent, when I happened to peer into her T-shirt and sighted her braless breasts.

I could not wait any longer.

I leaned in and kissed her, with one hand reaching into her top to cup her breast. We alternated between french kissing and necking, as we gasped with heightened joy.

When we pulled away for a breather, we were already topless.

She laid on her bed, looking back at me with a sheepish grin.

Then I dived into her bosoms like a schoolboy who has seen a pair of womanly breasts for the first time.

I kissed her breasts happily, leaving a couple of hickies along the way. She arched her back and moaned aloud as I slurped on her nipples.

I then led my tongue southwards across her tummy and removed her shorts, letting her thighs bounced open gently in front of me.

"Has anyone licked you here before?" I teased.

She blushed and shook her head lightly.

"Want me to?" I teased again.

Knowing our answer, she giggled and looked away shyly.

I snuggled close to her pussy and started to lap on it. She instinctively tried to close her legs but I held her thighs wide open. Seconds later, she began to experience new waves of thrill. She gasped and sighed as she bit into her pillow, as if trying to hide her satisfaction.

Her body told a different story.

She would squirm away for awhile and return to grind her pussy against my tongue and mouth with irregular rhythm. I held onto her waist tightly as I relished every bit of her nectar.

Suddenly, her waist gave a sharp upward push and she let out a cry.

She came.

Not resting for a bit, I climbed atop her and pushed myself inside.

I thrusted hard, wanting to go as deep as possible. She looked at me with her half-closed eyes, but would bite her lips and look away from time to time, as if unable to bear the scorching heat that our bodies are producing.

Soon enough, I could no longer hold back and spewed onto her tummy as we both heaved with pleasure.

I Can Almost Taste It

2010-12-09T18:25:00.000+08:00

I must admit girls these days really know how to dress up.

And I’m not only referring to nubile girls dressed in clothes (if that’s what we still call them) that are of no difference to a running singlet, a party-bra and a pair of FBT shorts.

Just a month back, I spotted this young lady in stiletto heels, wearing a tight-fitting toga. Not many ladies can look that good in a tight-fitting toga, and she’s definitely a sight for sore eyes.

Then, a man hugged her from behind and said, “Why did you dress up like a sex pot for a wedding dinner?” That man turned out to be her husband.

That was when I, together with the bulge in my pants, heaved a sigh of envy.

Then, just last night, I met up with a female ex-colleague.

She used to be a Plain Jane, but turns out that she has picked up some good fashion sense as well.

The tube dress and the push-up bra that she wore exuded the sensuality in her and the pervert in me.

Many times, our arms and thighs would touch, and she would lean in close enough for me to smell her hair and to visibly feast on her scarcely visible cleavage.

So close, I could almost taste her.

Smile

2010-12-03T19:32:00.002+08:00

This is the third time I'm leaving a it's-been-a-privilege-working-with-you note on my boss's desk.

It's the same old story. She'll ask me why, and I'll say I'll take a break and am going to do something different.

Twice I've retracted and shredded that note.

This time, I left her office empty-handed, smiling.

Since that day, I've met with a number of pleasant surprises, which came in the form of girls, friends and proposals.

I am still smiling.

Unfogged

2010-10-15T19:35:00.004+08:00

It dawned upon me that I'm nearing my thirties and I still do not have full control of my career, and my social and sex life.

As I used to hate National Service, it was ironic that a recent in-camp training provided insights into my foggy future.

I've learnt and re-learnt a few things since then.

However, most interestingly, I found out that flings and fuck buddies don't always come in the form of party-goers, social network users and sex bloggers.

Just this afternoon, a female friend of mine revealed that she's into flings and she likes men going down on her.

She's a devout Christian, by the way.

I feel like a new man already.

Sex (Time) Bomb

2010-10-10T23:43:00.001+08:00

Last night marked the fourth time I've met Stephanie, who's the girlfriend of a long-time friend of mine.

Stephanie is a vibrant, smart and smart-looking girl in her mid 20s, and other than her elusive cleavage and long slender legs, there's nothing loud about her attire.

Ironically, we have always met to prepare for our friends' weddings. Last night was no different.

Now, she has been doing that since the second time we've met -- the cleavage and the long slender legs.

I can't help it but I have always undressed her mentally whenever I meet her.

I would imagine myself sliding her top off, stroking her oh-so delicate skin like how an antique valuer appreciates the works of Van Gogh.

I would imagine her gasping at my every teasing touch and speck.

Then my thoughts would come to a screeching halt whenever I imagine myself removing her panties. Some godly voice would boom inside my head, warning, "Ah! Ah! That's your buddy's girlfriend, Jack."

Anyway, I have also caught her stealing glances at me whenever the group's having a discussion or playing some boardgames. Occasionally, our eyes would meet and surprisingly, she would hold that level of contact for a couple of minutes. And mind you, it's not an angry glare or an empty stare. It's as if she's trying to read my mind or anticipating my next move.

"He has remained as close friends with these guys for, what, a decade? How does he do it? He did not even attend the same university as them."

"He's tanned. I wonder what kind of sports he does."

"Why is he still single? Is he gay?"

"Did he notice my cleavage? Is it obvious?"

Ok, that last thought was mine.

The point is, I did not make a move on her. I dare not.

Because it's not just a matter of is it the blue wire or the red wire. Because whichever wire I cut will blow me out of the waters.

Bedding an attached or married girl may be exhilarating and fun.

But making a suggestive move on a girl who's attached to your friend of 10 years is not going to be as simple as removing her panties in my mind.

Before Sunrise

2010-08-29T19:05:00.002+08:00

As the neon lights dimmed,
as the last music played its final notes,
as I left the final sips of Black Russian sitting at the bottom of my glass,
after I've had my share of short skirts, low cuts & see-throughs,
after the heated conquest between the bedsheets,
with the lingering smell of her hair & perfume,
I wait for that split second when the sun takes the moon's place,
that empty moment,
crushing
excruciating

Angels & Demons

2010-07-29T19:05:00.001+08:00

I met Aphrodite and Succubus today.

Aphrodite came in the form of a docile yet confident young lady, somewhat like morning sunshine.

She has the right curves and she flaunts them, but she does so subtly in her flowing pinafore.

Her looks grows on you. She made sure that she melted my heart with her puppy-dog eyes, but I was reduced to dust whenever she smiles and chuckles.

She isn’t someone who I’d fuck; I wouldn’t even dare to mentally undress her. She’s so delicate that if I’d stick my dick inside her, she’ll break into million pieces of starlight.

Succubus was a different story.

She grins, playing with her silky hair, baiting you to eternal hell.

Forget Pamela-esque breasts and Shakirian hips; that’s old-school. Her body-fitting dress and her never-ending legs can condemn crusades, let alone me.

I froze as she bent forward to discard some waste paper into my bin, but I was relieved that I was able to maintain my composure and the rigidity of my dick. She stood up, beaming, and walked away from my desk.

Then she had to drop her pen.

That was when I almost burst into flames, with thoughts of me compelling her with the power of my dick.

Could Have, Should Have

2010-07-05T15:40:00.000+08:00

I was reading Serena's post about a missed opportunity and I recalled a few blunders of my own.

On one occasion, during a good friend's wedding, I met up with a former classmate. I could have used a pseudonym, but let's call her Diana.

Diana is rather chubby who has come across as a cute girl. No one will think of her as sexy or sensual.

Anyway, back to the wedding. I was one of the groomsmen, by the way, and it's just so that Diana was seated beside me.

Now, as a groomsman, it was my job to leave the table from time to time to either attend to the wedding guests or to rescue the groom and his bride from any potential saboteurs. And Diana will always ensure that I'd never miss a dish.

Very sweet, that girl.

Then, I noticed that she would stroke my thighs everytime I was seated. She would slide her fingers along my inner thigh and appear nonchalant about it.

It was a huge turn-on for me. Had she touched my crotch, I would have jumped her there and then.

The problem was, I did not reciprocate; I was afraid she might take offense.

At the end of the night, I followed up with an sms, teasing her that I would love another thigh massage from her. She was amused and added that our former tutor, who was seated beside her, had his hands all over her the whole night.

Then it hit me.

If I had made a move on her, the night would have ended differently. I could be savoring every patch of her skin and her, every thrust of mine. And everytime I thought of this, I would sigh,

"Stupid, stupid Jack!"

The Animal In Me

2010-06-22T18:30:00.001+08:00

We were already kissing at the top of the stairs.

I had wanted to be the gentleman, sending her home after the movies and all, but her being in her tiny shorts has roused the animal in me.

Her supple lips and playful tongue did not succeed in taming me, as I was soon attracted to her slender neck. I chewed gently, feeling for her pulse with my lips, constantly reminding myself that tearing at her jugular vein simply do not work.

She had one palm on my shoulders and the other on my hips, not knowing whether she should stop me in my tracks or lure me to the feasting site.

We heaved against the still air and knew what was going to happen next.

She grabbed my wrists as I tore through her top like how a leopard would tear through the African plains with dinner in its sight. I was sure I was careful with her bra though.

Within seconds, she was topless. The sight of her breasts further incited the primitive passions within me. She pushed her palm against my forehead as I wrapped one arm around her waist, preventing her escape. She reluctantly grabbed my other arm as it tugged at her shorts. Bite marks, wet trails, swollen nipples and a lone pair of tiny shorts laid in the wake of this frenzy, the result of my hard sucking and soft gnawing.

I viciously pulled at her panties while she put up a futile struggle. Predictably, she quickly gave in and I peeled her panties away like a savage.

I gorged on her pussy, indulging in that raw, sweet scent of hers. Then, I stood up, lifted her left leg as she limped on her other foot, still yet to recover from my oral rampage.

And I pushed my length into her.

She gasped and shuddered, surprised by how willing her pussy was. She hung onto me and unleashed a vocal mix of hisses, purrs and growls into my ear as I grinded and pumped.

Within minutes, a tinge in my gut quickly evolved into a lust for release. I grabbed her butt closer to me and gave a final thrust, sealing her fate with a stinging gush of crème de la crème.

Think Different

2010-06-14T18:16:00.001+08:00

Working in a company where 95% of its workforce is made up of women is not fun and not funny. It’s like getting into a relationship with each and everyone of them when most of them are already attached or married.

(Don’t tell me that there are attached girls who fuck around. What are the chances of that? The odds of hitting on a Victoria Secret fan out of the Orchard crowd are even higher.)

But amidst all the low cuts and short skirts, I’ve made a couple of good friends. So, we’ll see how it goes.

Anyway, last year, after being inspired by The Bucket List, Yes Man and the Apple Computer slogan, I decided that I should engage in a new activity once in a while.

I’ve taken up diving, gone on a solo trip to Vietnam, quitted my 4-year job (not the current one), got drunk in one of the Fullerton Suites, became a groomsman, participated in marathons, jogged in the vicinity of the Institute of Mental Health, ambushed a Peeping Tom.

What’s next?

Skydiving? Gate-crash a party?

Bed a MILF?

Seriously

2010-03-31T14:14:00.002+08:00

I need to update this blog.

Seriously.

Bon Voyage

2009-10-06T21:12:00.001+08:00

I'd set out here,
but the hair is a forest of ambush and snares.
But the brow becalms us, when it's smooth and plain.
The dark pools of the eyes are dangerous to our ship,
for to be drawn into them would be shipwreck.

The nose like the first meridian,
directs us down to the Islands Fortunate,
the swelling lips.

I would anchor here and hear the sirens' songs.
Then sailing on, past the glorious promontory of chin,
we may encounter some islands,
as we travel down towards your India.

And we pause at the Atlantic navel,
where the current carries our pilot on,
to another forest, where many are shipwrecked.

And no further ever get.

From Dusk Till Dawn

2009-09-27T22:58:00.000+08:00

Blistering, the day has been,
ovenlike, the room we were in.
Passionately we kissed,
lustfully we frisked.

We were hopelessly naked.
I nibbled your earlobe,
savored the length of your neck,
as you heaved, trying to cope.

I relished every inch of your skin
and held your tenderness.
You were impatient, humbled, pinned,
as I wetted around your nipples.

You gripped onto my shoulders,
as my lips wrapped around your senses.
Soon, your anticipation heightened.
You gasped and your grasps tightened.

Nectar trickled out of where your thighs met,
onto my lips, all over your hips.
Watery beads formed on your head.
Trying not to cave in, you bit your lips.

I dug deeper,
in search of your best kept secret.
You begged louder,
yearning that I'd be less wicked.

But I reached across your knees
and pushed into your sweetest spot.
I brutally pleased
as you mindlessly hissed.

The clapping rang and bounced,
as we sped and jounced.
Soon, our pleasures were eager to bolt.
We were coming to a breathless halt.

Finally we plunged into a scalding epicenter,
while erotic heatwaves rippled.
Our music piece has reached its volcanic pinnacle.
We panted with joy, and blissfully cuddled.

Littlest Things

2009-09-24T18:08:00.001+08:00

It’s amazing how small acts of kindness and friendship can boost your morale.

A friend insisted writing postcards to me despite living in this digital era. Another friend asked me to be one of his brothers for his wedding. Friends (read: former colleagues) asked me out, reason being they missed my smile. Colleagues subtly acknowledged my (relatively new) presence by teasing how cute my tie is. A girl, who is currently temping in my company, came up to me, smiled, chatted and left smiling. My no-nonsense father (read: austere) laughed with me while watching a variety show. My unassuming mother cleaned my room, knowing that I will be drunk for the night.

A boy celebrated his sixth birthday with 15 friends in McDonald’s – the first since he was diagnosed with leukemia three years back.

Thorn Amongst Roses

2009-09-14T11:02:00.002+08:00

It’s been close to a month since I moved on to greener pastures.

Life is better now. No more Hitler-like bosses. No more red tapes. But I do miss my friends back at my former workplace.

Anyway, for those who are not in the know, what’s so special about this pasture is that it’s full of roses. And by roses, I mean, ladies.

And yes, I am that thorn among the roses. Unfortunately, some of the ladies here see me as a thorn in the flesh. Ok, I may have exaggerated but these ladies were and still are taking some time to warm up to me.

My colleagues (current ones) told me that’s because the turnover here is so high that people do not dare to get chummy with newbies within their first month of employment. They will think, “What if he leaves within the month? Then what’s the point of befriending him?”

Sigh. Looks like socializing just got harder. But still -

No more Hitler-like bosses. No more red tapes.

Pump It

2009-08-02T00:13:00.001+08:00

Last night, at Pump Room (Clarke Quay), if you spotted a tall guy dancing like an ostrich, yeah, that's me.

Truth be told, I was dancing for the first time in my life.

"What made me dance?", you ask. It was the live band (They are called Jive Talkin'). The numbers they did were fantastic! From Viva La Vida to All The Small Things, even It's Raining Men sounded Bon Jovi-esque.

Of course, there were the girls. Lots of glances and smiles were exchanged. Lots of grinding (Yes, even Mr Emu got grinded).

I am definitely going to head back there!

Making Headway

2009-07-24T14:35:00.000+08:00

I made a decision on Wednesday morning - I had a word with my boss and then turned in my resignation letter.

Then I realised that in a month's time, my life is going to be surrounded by women. I'm moving to a greener pasture which is created for and by the ladies. 90% of my new company is female. The fringe benefits which I get to enjoy have already got the attention of some of my lady friends.

During the interview, when I mentioned that one of my hobbies is diving, my future boss, a girl (surprise, surprise), has subtly hinted that she enjoys diving too.

I, too, enjoyed how her dress subtly hinted the outline of her body. Grins.

Oh man. So much temptations, so little resistance.

Smoke On The Water

2009-07-18T18:31:00.000+08:00

She stood at the edge with the sun in her face, as if she's in the limelight. For a moment, I thought God has answered my prayers. All eyes were on her, including mine.

As she got in, it wasn't hard to notice that the fabric has hugged her tighter than before. It pushed her bosoms up, highlighting her proud curves.

I didn't ignore her butt either (I'm a butt man, just so you know). The sexual tension heightened as I watched the water swerve down her lower back, bend over her butt and drift down her thighs.

Despite this smoky entry, I told myself to remain nonchalant, even though it felt like pushing a knife through my veins.

I continued wading when out of a sudden, she glided alongside me. We exchanged glances for a second. Then she overtook me, as if trying to show off her liquid dance. Indeed, it was enticing to watch the water softly caress her body. I can only wish it was me who's drawing circles on her inner thighs.

In the next hour, she would occasionally skim from behind and rub her thighs against mine. Or she would playfully brush her fingers against my arm. I tried to appear indifferent but I was already all juiced up.

Then, much to my disappointment, she got out and, again, stood at the edge, as if it's the end of a gig.

She threw me a cheeky grin and headed for the showers.

Swimming will never be the same again.

Fallen

2009-07-03T15:22:00.003+08:00

This is going to be a short post. Will write more by the end of next week.

On 26 June 2009, while the world mourned for the King of Pop, I was disheartened to see a fellow colleague leave. She is a young, petite, doe-eyed lady. The first time I met her two years ago, I believed in angels.

But she's an angel who smoked.

Anyway, on that fateful day, I paid her a visit at her work station to bid farewell. We were reminiscing in a cheery mood when she suddenly blurted, "I can still remember how you interviewed me two years ago."

"You would never say no to me whenever I needed help. You have been a part of my life & this part will never be forgotten."

I was pulverized. It was really sad to see an angel leave.

On a lighter note, I noticed that a number of girls have started to come into my life, accepting my invitations to movie dates, lunch dates, dinner dates & drinking dates.

I was thrilled by this phenomenon and regard this as a case of pure coincidence.

But I can't help & think. Was it because I've started to smile more? Have I become less reclusive? Is it because of my new tan? Friends have commented that I've lost weight. Was it because of that?

I have no idea.

I guess it was my goal to be as charming as George Clooney or Robert Downey Jr. when I reach 30. Then I'd surround myself with friends like Brad Pitt & Matt Damon & the like to complete the picture.

*Day dreams*

Something About The Ladies

2009-02-10T22:17:00.000+08:00

Recently, I came to realize that the ladies I knew can have their most charming (sexy, even) moments when you least expect it. I've drawn up a list of those moments, but it's not an exhaustive one.

Moment no. 5. When she passes a witty remark. It'll knock you over, especially when you thought you've always been the funny one. You'll remain in awe while she continues to grin. She knew she has just wowed you, yet she's keeping quiet. The deafening split-second silence will inevitably blow you away.

Moment no. 4. When she laughs at your jokes. My jokes, actually. Her laughter will encourage you to sit closer to her. And when she just finished laughing, look into her eyes and smile. She'll blush and damn, she'll look so beautiful.

Moment no. 3. When she just finished working out. Her skin will glisten with her perspiration. It's especially sexy if you've just worked out with her. Both of you will be panting to each other's rhythm. You did not just had sex, yet she'll have this uncanny afterglow.

Moment no. 2. When she just finished showering. She may be wrapped in a towel. She may be wearing only your t-shirt. She may even be naked. Whichever the case, she'll smell her best. Her hair will rest softly across her shoulders and on her bosoms. (If she has long hair, that is.) Resist that urge to jump her. (Unless she jumps you.)

And finally, moment no.1. The second after she climaxed, especially when she just made love, not fucked. She will be trying to catch her breath, her cheeks and chest flushed. Take your time to cuddle with her. Look at how she strokes your chest while she heaves with joy. You'll realize you're in bed with an angel. (Or devil, depending on how wild you've both become.)

Falling Madly In Bed

2008-12-17T22:11:00.001+08:00

"No.. Please.. Please stop."

She was already pushed to the verge of resistance and concede by the time she hissed her plea. Her blouse was already unbuttoned, revealing her neckline and shoulders. Only her bra was safeguarding her breasts.

Her thighs were fully visible; her skirt no longer served its purpose. I hugged her close as I savored her neck. I was busy, trying to unfasten her bra while my other set of fingers were nudging her panties hungrily.

Her stationery and paperwork were all over the floor. Her desk was in disarray.

A wet patch appeared between her thighs and her breathing became audible. I grew impatient watching her grimace. (She usually look serious and tensed.)

And I pulled her panties down to her ankles, yanking them onto the floor. Then, I lifted and pushed her against her computer screen. Finally, her last line of defense gave in, revealing her erected nipples.

I have already taken my pants off. And I sucked her nipples as I tried to remove my boxers.

She gasped. And she moaned. And she moaned louder, saying, "Jack. No.. Not here.." as she gasped. But she did not know I suffer from selective listening, especially when I'm pleasuring girls.

"Jack. No.. Not here.." was white noise.

I was so aroused that I left faint teeth marks on her breast. I then advanced to that wet patch between her thighs. She shyly surrendered as I pried at her knees. But before she knew it, I've buried my face at her pussy.

There was little time for long foreplay, but relishing her love juice was still at the top of my to-do list. Using my tongue, I eagerly wrote my name on her pussy. She tried squirming but there wasn't enough space. All she could do was to remain still while my tongue swam furiously to stop her leak. And all she could do was to pronounce her mixed feelings while trying to suppress her bashful nature.

She was delicious.

She came rather quickly, only seconds after my tongue found its mark - her clitoris. It turned red the moment I sucked it. Gently, of course.

Then, it was my turn.

Pinning her thighs wide open, I entered her. She tried keeping her voice down as I heaved above her. Beads of perspiration formed on her forehead while I pushed forward. As much as she wanted to voice her opinions, she only emitted slightly audible pleasure.

After a few minutes, the tension in me reached its breaking point.

It was worth the wait. I'm finally fucking the office girl. I did not have enough time seeking her permission to ejaculate into her. I could feel my guts and thighs tighten. And I could feel...

I opened my eyes lethargically to the sound of my alarm. Residual images of the new office girl filled my head.

Damn.

Retrospect

2008-08-10T12:37:00.001+08:00

Recent events at work made me wonder. Perhaps the more notorious names in history have been misunderstood.

No, I'm not referring to Hitler, Stalin, Mao, Osama and Paris.

Maybe, the tall gentleman with the tall hat (whom everyone witnessed as Jack the Ripper) was just a passer-by when the prostitutes were murdered in Whitechapel.

Maybe, Al Capone wanted to protect his family, but unwittingly caused the St. Valentine's Day Massacre.

Maybe, Annabelle Chong merely wished to have some fun. Just that she did not expect 70 men to turn up, let alone the 251 sex acts.

Maybe, Michael (last name Jackson) was only a...

Forget it.

Dead Tired

2008-07-31T18:56:00.000+08:00

I am already looking forward to 2009.

Flicker

2008-02-28T14:17:00.000+08:00

Following Edison Chen, I will be going dark temporarily. So, until next time, that's all, folks!

Christmas Spirit

2007-12-25T01:29:00.000+08:00

My living room floor just flew apart. At least 10 tiles were broken.

And I smsed my colleagues, saying that I'll be on urgent leave on Boxing Day, as HDB officers will be here inspecting my apartment.

They replied, "Maybe Santa Claus was trying to crawl into your flat to give you your presents?"

Dagnabbit!

Do You Think You Can Handle That?

2007-12-01T14:26:00.001+08:00

Yeah, you with that
"I've got nearly enough on my plate
but I'd like a serving of you
dressed in nothing more than massage oil"
look in your eyes.

You know,
I'd just love to kiss you.
I've got this kissing urge that goes way beyond
lips and skin and saliva and tongue.
You know, that sort of kissing urge
that just leads on and on to
all senses tingling
and screaming
and begging for more.

Yeah, I'd love to kiss you
Full, firmly on the smacker
so that our breath mingles
and the sweet secretions of
our mouths, open to each other,
blend and brew.
I'd really like to kiss you - can you tell?

And then,
My hands as the servants of
an exploratory mind
would search your face, your head.
Phrenology a study that wants
examining further.

Your neck,
that smooth highway from your mind
to your physique
I would suckle and lick to find
Your pulse.
Your lifeblood.

I'd like to take the lobe of your ear
between my teeth
and tease your aural sensibilities
with the ramblings of my tongue.

I'd like to look deep down into your eyes
and open up your soul to
searing scrutiny.
I'd wrap my aura around yours
to form psychedelia.

I'd like to wrap my arms around
your shoulders
And hold your body from
clavicle to hip
tightly
Against the corresponding parts of me.
I'd like to feel the pressure of your
abs, pecs, thighs
As they fill and flow beneath
their smooth casing.
I'd like to watch them,
make them pumped
and play with them.

I'd like to use my nails against your back
and send morse messages
of lust and desire
through your spinal chord.
I'd follow each rib, each disc
serving as a sub-station
for my dictation.
I'd tattoo these thoughts and dreams
through to yours.

I'd like to massage your fantasies
into pliancy
and sculpt them into form.

I'd like to wrap your legs around
my legs around you
and pull you into me.
I'd like to make you climax so that
your brain loses all sense of
reality, time, rationalism and focus
and swells instead with a mantra
that means more.

I'd like to take you on that rollercoaster
where every loop is the crest of a breaking wave
that spirals down and around
and back until
ups and downs
seem no more like directions
but a never-ending montage.

I'd like to meld our bodies into one
joyous ball of energy
bouncing on the pleasurable see-saw
of ecstasy and bliss.

Do you think you can handle that?

Footnote: I extracted this from [censored]. Pretty cool, right?

Finger Food

2007-11-23T18:40:00.000+08:00

It was 18 Nov 07, a Sunday afternoon.

We were frolicking on my bed. Earlier, I had called her, telling her I needed a fuck. She then teased, "I want fuck you slow and hard. Would you want me to do that?"

Naughty girl. Wait til we meet, I thought with an impish grin.

She giggled as I flicked my tongue around her nipples, but those giggles were reduced to light gasps as I brushed my fingers across her inner thighs.

I continued to caress her thighs playfully, with my fingers closing in on her pussy at times. Meantime, I grazed around her breasts and along her cleavage, not wanting to miss any patch of her skin. As I nibbled across her tummy, I sense her restlessness heightened with deep breaths.

"Stop playing, you devil," she cursed through her teeth.

She ruffled through my hair impetuously as I circled her pubic mound with my tongue.

"Who wants to get fucked slowly minutes ago?" I asked while breathing into her pussy. Her plaintive cry was her only reply.

Her moans become audible as I gave her long slow laps on her pussy. I looked up, and saw that she has swung her head back, attempting to enjoy the sizzles my tongue has splashed on her pussy. She looked up, wondering why I've stopped.

I surprised her by licking her pussy with fast strokes. "Oh! You, naughty boy!" she exclaimed, swinging her head back again.

It wasn't tough locating her clit. I have to hold on to her waist as she sqiurmed and hollered with joy when I sucked her swollen spot. With my lips still leashed onto her clit, I slid a finger in to explore her wetness.

She whined and sighed, squeezing my shoulders. It's as if she detests what I'm doing, yet she wants more. She got wetter as I slid my finger in and out, and she tried squeezing my finger with her pussy. It's just like the time when she tried milking my dick while she rode me.

It wasn't before long when she finally cried out with her hips raised, hovering above my bed. Limp with exhaustion, she slumped into my pillow, taking a breather while savoring the scorching climax.

I smiled and spread her legs, teasing her already-wet pussy with my dick.

"Ready for this?"

Growing Hunger

2007-11-04T12:44:00.000+08:00

She came over on Friday night, claiming that she's bored and needed some company. But it didn't take long to for her to reveal her M.O.

She's horny and needed satisfaction.

Soon, we were kissing senselessly on my bed. I took off her cotton jacket and unveiled her bosoms. "Let me," she whispered, as she removed her bra. We continued to kiss, though I was already all excited on the inside. I caressed her breast and stroked her already-hardened nipple.

I then gently sealed my lips around her nipple and sucked. My fingers weren't idle either, as I explored her wetness. She grinded her hips against my fingers as an indication of her growing hunger.

She nibbled my earlobe while my finger explored deeper. She gave me a naughty surprise when her tongue swam into my ear. No girls have done that to me before and it was a great turn-on for me.

I pulled off her denim skirt and without hesitation, her underwear too. I bent over and kissed her shaven pubic mound. Within seconds, I was eating her pussy. She was moaning with so much enjoyment, grabbing my head and pulling it closer to her moistened prize.

I, too, was getting impatient. I started to lick her clit and fingered her at the same time. She was turning and twirling on my bed, as if trying to escape from my slippery attacks. Then, her pussy suddenly contracted and she gave out a loud cry.

She laid on my bed, trying to savor the last drops of her orgasm. Suddenly, she sat up and smiled at me teasingly. She then held onto my hips and started to suck me.

I don't know how she did it, but she was really good. One moment, she'll be pulling my foreskin down while slurping my dick. Another moment, she'll be licking my dickhead while playing with my balls.

It was mind-blowing.

Then she laid back onto my bed and beckoned me to enter her with that lustful look.

I climbed onto her and entered. She hissed with delight. I wasted no time and went in fast as she moaned through her clenched teeth.

As we made love, she clunged onto me with her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my hips. Soon, I couldn't bear the sexual tension any longer and climaxed.

We cuddled and slept in each other's arms until the next morning, but deep inside I knew our hunger can never be satisfied.

TGIF

2007-10-26T00:50:00.003+08:00

Update: I didn't go to Dragonfly on Friday.

Met up with a bunch of colleagues (read: not-so-close colleagues) and had dinner in Marché at Vivocity.

I can already hear you sigh with boredom.

Well, these colleagues turned out to be a wild bunch. We ended up in Starbucks and crapped til midnight.

Yes, there was no steamy sex that night. But I made a few good friends.

Not too bad a night after all.

Friday Night Lights

2007-10-16T12:54:00.000+08:00

Will be dropping by Dragonfly this Friday. Catch me if you can.

Painting The Town

2007-10-07T15:44:00.000+08:00

In case you were kept in the dark, I was on a trip in Taiwan last week. And no, this should be a short, non-sexual entry.

Well, despite being there for the second time, Taiwan still took my breath away. I basically drooled over 2 things over there - the food & the girls. The former tasted delicious and the latter looked delicious.

You may have read somewhere that the Taiwanese government is pretty screwed-up with its politicians spending most of the time backstabbing each other when they can actually sit together and plan how to make lives better.

To my surprise, even though I presumed that an economic dark cloud constantly looms over the country, I see smiles everywhere I go in Taiwan, unlike in Singapore, where at least one citizen frowns (or sulks) every minute of the day, even in his/her dreams.

The Taiwanese are quite open-minded too (if I hadn't mentioned this already). And they are less stuck up, whether or not they are in 西门町, 五份埔, 士林, 通化, 乌来, 新店, 淡水, 指南宫, 野柳, 饶河 or 基隆.

Damn. I missed Taiwan.

Remnants

2007-09-08T02:19:00.001+08:00

As much as we have enjoyed fucking each other for the first time, it was pretty awkward. After that fateful night, we stopped contacting each other.

Until a week ago.

After my caller ID screamed her name and her "I miss you. Can we meet?", we ended up at my place, drunk and horny. Our tongues locked while we tore at each other's clothes. She pressed herself against me every now and then, lusting after my bare skin, yet trapped in a silky dilemma. The sexual tension heightened as I unzipped her dress, brushing my fingers across her small back.

She kneaded my shoulders as I savored her neck. Soon, her bra floated onto the bedroom floor. I was still awed by the softness of her breasts though this was not my first time tasting them. I skimmed my lips over the top of her breasts, but she was already getting impatient. She repositioned herself so that her nipples met my mouth.

It was so exhilarating to feel her nipples harden inside my mouth. She gasped through her teeth as I sucked softly. We lurched towards my bed while her panties slided down her thighs and landed by her feet. She laid on my bed with me on top of her.

Our lips met again, but only momentarily. Then, she pushed my head towards her secret garden.

She was so wet.

A sigh signalling satisfaction can be heard as I ate her pussy. Soon, she was writhing her pussy around so that she can be relished in momentum with my hunger.

We couldn't bear this foreplay much longer. Soon, we fucked, reveling in what the night has prepared for us. She arched her back higher, delighting herself in my length and speed. She wanted more.

She pushed me onto my bed. Another sigh can be heard as she sank herself onto me slowly. Then she started to ride me while her moans become audible. She squirmed her pussy around my dick as she caressed my chest. She was breathless.

She started to pick up speed and we both could feel our orgasms nearing. Her climax came quickly as her thighs gripped tightly around my waist. I, too, could not hold on much longer and erupted.

"We should do this more often", I whispered, as we glistened in lust under the moonlight.

Jack, Interrupted

2007-07-07T18:39:00.003+08:00

Enough of the Dancing Queen.

Nope. Not that we're not having sex. And no, it's not getting dull. She's still as hot as ever.

It's just that something else came up - I ended up in bed with another girl.

Well, I met up with her yesterday night. She was attached when I knew her a couple of years ago, but she has been single since... (checks watch) 24 hours ago. She was still crying when she called me.

And so, there I was, sitting beside her on her couch, listening to her talk about her sweet memories with him. She looked so beautiful when she was in love.

Now, she's crushed.

I tried consoling her. "Hey. He left for another girl. That makes him a jerk. No use crying over a jerk" doesn't work. Neither does "You're still young. Your Mr Right is out there. So, no worries." I gave up and decided to just listen.

I guessed my presence helped in some way or another, 'cos she reduced to just sobbing some time later. I sat closer to her and caressed her back. She got comfortable and laid in my arms.

We were kissing frenziedly in no time.

Her breath quickened as I necked her. Soon, we were both topless, still tasting each other's bodies. Her moans become louder when my lips met her breasts for the first time. She pressed hard on me as I sucked her nipples.

Then, I began to go south, removing her skirt as I skimmed her tummy. I laid her onto the couch and tasted her thighs. Taking off her only defence between her pussy and my tongue, she beckoned me to eat her.

Without much hesitation, I flicked my tongue around her pussy, savoring every bit of it. I proceeded to lick her pleasure spot while I fingered her. She went from purring to whining.

Suddenly, she grabbed me by my arms and pushed me onto the couch. And what a view! I loved the way she blushed with her body glistening in pespiration.

I felt her weight on me and she slowly relished my dick. She wasted no time and started to ride. I could only grunt with delight as I fondled her breasts. She increased her speed and I was starting to become breathless. I grabbed her bum, trying to signal her to slow down.

She was either ignoring me, or she's just too engrossed with the whole motion. She did not stop.

I tried to take deep, steady breaths, but her delicious bod was right in front of me. The burning sensation down there did not help either. I could not help it but I emptied myself into her while I cried out with rejoice.

She didn't seemed to mind though. I caressed her back (again) as she laid on my chest, reduced to whimpers. With me still inside her.

Affairs Of The Heart

2007-03-12T12:19:00.004+08:00

I tried giving this some thought and ended up sleeping less than 3 hours last night. (Some nights were better though.)

Everytime I see her, the more stupid I'd feel about my confession. It felt like shooting myself in the foot without calling in the paramedics. The most painful thing is that she shut me out of her life the moment I confessed - no more SMSes, emails, IMs --

And dates.

You told me to give her time to adjust as her current relationship with the other guy might not last long. But it really stings when I realised she'd rather maintain the other relationship effortlessly than to test out this little thing between us.

Yes, there were great memories, but they will remain as footnotes in her life.

So, now should be the best time for me to shutdown on her and please forgive me if I behave like a retard for the next few months.

Got this from a close friend though. Would like to share with all readers here. Personally, I find it heart-wrenching.

In The Limelight

2007-02-24T00:30:00.000+08:00

It was like any other Saturday night.

There I was, sitting at the bar, sipping my favorite Vodka and watching her dance. Recalling that we've had sex for at least 6 times, man, she still look so sexy in that limelight!

Dancing to the tune of Don't Cha, she made heads turn.

Only guys' heads.

The girls? I bet they're hissing with jealousy already.

She revealed the luscious contours of her small back as she swirled her hips. My heart skipped a little everytime her hair swept across the top of her bosoms. I can hear her soft moans already! As she daringly stepped onto the billard table, she teased the crowd a little by whisking her mini skirt.

As I sipped my second glass of Vodka, her skirt came off a little. And ta-dah! Everyone who was there that night knew she's wearing a little red g-string underneath. The ambience turned a little awkward for a few seconds. But she tried to look indifferent and managed to finish dancing.

She came running to me, giggling like a 15 year-old, "So paiseh just now!"

"What? What's so paiseh?", I quipped.

"Hey! I know you saw, ok!" She continued to giggle.

"That's still ok what! G-string only!" I teased, leaning forward to give a kiss. Moving to her ear, I whispered, "It's ok, baby. Nobody knows how wild you are in bed."

Yes, she's wild in that bedroom. We kissed hungrily as we roamed about each other's body. She's never tired. Even after work. I traced her neck with my tongue. She gripped my arms as I savored her breasts.

Her nipples were so ever-tasty. She heaved audibly as I swirl my tongue around them. My hands stroked her thighs as she groped my shaft.

"It's this g-string, isn't it?" I remarked as pulled it off her waist. I couldn't help but relished her inner thighs. She kept nudging her pussy towards my face but in vain. Soon, her pussy glistened with moist.

She gave a soft cry as my tongue swam into her pussy. I intended to taste every inch of it, but to hell with it! I lapped vigourously as she moaned and gasped through her teeth. Her pussy soon found its momentum and swerved itself around my mouth.

It didn't take long for her to become sexually impatient. She needed IT.

I positioned myself above her as she arched her back to welcome my entry. Soon, we were fucking like long-lost lovers. Her mixture of moans and groans fueled me on. Our genitals smacked at each other at increasing speed and soon her pussy felt tighter and tighter.

Finally, she gave out a loud cry and went into a series of light spasms while I cummed all over her.

I can't wait to see her again tonight.

No Strings Attached

2007-01-13T00:05:00.000+08:00

First things first. A big sorry for the long pause. A 7-month pause. I've booked a column in the Guinness World Records 2007 - The longest pause.

Alright. I've not updated my blog since Jun 06. Frankly, at some point, I almost resorted to make a new TV series - And the City. You know, without the Sex. However, if some of you can recall, there was this girl whom I was seeing since I've met (read: reunited with) her in a pub.

Well, we didn't rush into sex at once. That only happened after numerous verbal foreplay and a few physical tease. We were in this cab, riding towards her home. She was wearing a bikini-top and a mini skirt.

Obviously, she has just knocked off from work. Me? I was blown away once again.

We were chatting when she casually mentioned that she's tired. I offered my shoulders but she chose my chest instead. Within seconds, we were cuddling at the backseat, kissing passionately, which surprised me a little as she wasn't the kind who'll indulge in flings. But I must say that she's really a good kisser.

There was no "Wanna come upstairs?". We were kissing in the lift lobby, in the lift, in the lift lobby (again) and outside her door. There was no groping around either. We only paused when she reached for her keys. The fire inside continued to grow while we zigzaged across her living room and into her bedroom.

We paused again as she locked her bedroom door. Being a chatty girl, it didn't seemed to bother her when we haven't spoke since we got off that cab. Our conversation was only made up of gasps and moans.

She tore at my shirt and pants. Soon, I was only in my boxers. "Wait." She pushed me onto the bed and she started her sexy dance. The only difference between her bedroom-dance and her pub-dance was that her clothes came off in this bedroom-dance.

My dick was screaming like a maligned death-row convict.

She traced her hips with her fingers as her breasts baited me. I tried standing up, but she held onto my shoulders. She then hooked her arms around my neck and sat on my lap with her legs wide open. Without even taking a breather, she skimmed down and unbuttoned my boxers with her teeth.

I grabbed her waist and swung her onto the bed. And off came my boxers. "No more games, baby." She grinned and beckoned me towards her. I laid between her thighs and kissed her. She giggled a bit when I nibbled at her earlobe, but giggles soon became gasps and more gasps. I stroked her breasts like I was separating the salt from the sand. She started to grind her groin with mine as I savoured her nipples.

"Touch me... there..." She moaned as she guided my hands to national treasure. I rejected her gently as I tasted her body.

Damn. She smell like heaven.

I teased her by stroking her thighs, but not laying a finger on her pussy. She sqiurmed with slight frustration and kneaded my arms for more. I decided to stop her torture and went down south. My tongue swam in and out of her pussy furiously, but I was gentle with her clit. It didn't take long for her to be readily wet.

Soon, we were humping - missionary, doggy, missionary, doggy. She was so sexy in all styles.

She was enjoying herself, moaning almost hysterically. I finally came all over her thighs as she laid on her bed, embracing her orgasm.

Was there a second round? You bet.

First Blood

2006-06-23T21:35:00.002+08:00

This is gonna be a short one.

I was watching this clip of a Singaporean girl having sex with her boyfriend (or fling?). Actually, she's riding him.

So while she's enjoying herself, she blurted, "Pain ah?" Now at this point, I'm assuming that the guy had made some facial expression which has led his girl to that question. I'm also assuming that this guy subsequently denied that accusation because the girl continued grinding her pelvis against her guy's hips.

I was watching this clip enthusiastically (Alright. I was drooling, ok?) when that guy in the motion picture gradually stopped his girl and guided his dick out of her pussy. He then remarked:

"Eew. I see blood. Eeew..! I see blood..!"

What a puss!

Bad Day

2006-05-28T13:40:00.004+08:00

Where is the moment when needed the most
You kick up the leaves & the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on

You stand in the line just ahead of the law
You're faking a smile with the coffee you go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces everytime
And I don't need no carryin' on

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile & you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down & you really don't mind
You had a bad day

Well you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on

Sometimes the system goes on the brink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back & you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong

So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you & I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day

Author's note:

I know this has derailed from what I usually write. But I must say that this is a great song for those having a bad day, especially when you're not appreciated for what you've done.

Hey! People with high libido can drop tears too, ok?

Live It To The Fullest

2006-05-26T22:55:00.001+08:00

This should be a short entry.

I've been thinking about this for the past few days and finally came to an answer - Sex is necessary.

Or should I say, sex is vital. And I'm not saying this from a pervert's point of view.

I'm sure you've encountered people who would advocate working out as part of a healthy lifestyle. The same group of them would have said that exercising can reduce stress. You'll become alert. You'll be happier. Even when you're at the foot of a hill, and you see shit snowballing towards you, you tell yourself, you will survive.

I beg to differ.

Yes, it's true that working out can do all that. But without sex in the equation, you won't be alert for long. You will be happy only for a short span of time. Eventually, you'll suffocate and drown in that pile of shit.

I'm also sure that you've encountered people who would save their virginity until they get married. And I mean an official marriage, not the customary ones.

Now, if you see a bride smiling widely during her wedding ceremony, and she still claims that she's a virgin, I'm telling you, 99% of the time, she's lying. For those who are still saving your precious virginity for marriage, please have sex in time before you slump into depression.

Trust me, with sex, you'll be smiling even if you die young.

Shall We Dance?

2006-05-13T00:41:00.000+08:00

I used to frequent places similar to Velvet Underground, Asylum & Gotham Penthouse.

Nope. Not because I like to dance. I dance like an ostrich, so please don't overestimate my dancing abilities.

For those who still haven't guessed it, I'm an alcohol-lover.

(Alright! Alright! I'm an alcoholic!)

I haven't been visiting those places for the past two years due to a couple of reasons - National Service commitment, never-ending work & lack of cash.

However, one of my girl-friends started to work in a pub as a dancer only recently, and she seeked for my support. Now, she used to give me the impression that although she's outgoing & vivacious, she'll never learn how to dance.

It's not her cup of tea.

But I got a pleasant shock when I decided to drop by that pub one night.

There she was, scantily dressed, walking towards me with a smile.

"Hey! You're here! I thought you wouldn't come!"

(Woah. I've never seen her dressed like this in our previous dates. Good thing I decided to drop by tonight.)

And so we began to chat over glasses of Lychee Martini & some other liquor which the bartender mixed. He refused to reveal their names or contents.

All the time she was leaning towards me, pressing her sensuous body against me, teasing me by occasionally brushing her breasts across my arms, allowing me to hug her by her bare waist, squeezing my thighs with hers...

She did it all to turn me on. Damn. Now I truly understand the meaning of "see no touch". I felt really horny but awkward at the same time - a friend who always portrays a girl-next-door image now become a sexy kitten.

What she did later sizzle the dancefloor. I've always admired female dancers. Not because they always catch my attention with their tube tops, miniskirts and an occasional g-string, but how confident they are in their own skin.

Every move she made on that billard table blew my mind away!

Well, to cut the chase, it was a no-sex night. As sexy as she was, she's just not ONS or fling-oriented (Not that I'm looking for one though).

Let's see how things work out in future...

Mother Nature

2006-03-23T22:46:00.000+08:00

Firstly, I'll like to apologize for keeping everyone waiting, especially HB & Casanova. HB, here's a kiss for you. Haha! Well, Casanova. I guess a simple 'sorry' will do or else you'll suffer from erectile dysfunction for months.

I've always strayed on the topic of PDA (ie. Public Display of Affection) and realised that I've only touched on the staircase - be it the shopping mall or any random HDB block. And that's the most uncomfortable place to have sex in!

Many would say that the most comfortable spot for PDA is in a car. The larger the vehicle, the better. Well, I don't own one. That is why I prefer the park. With all that greenery and fresh air, who could resist?

I can clearly remember that date with my then-girlfriend. We were strolling in this particular park, enjoying the breeze and privacy. Minutes went by and we were already kissing on a bench. My hands waltzed into her blouse, stroking her back admist all the passion. Hers went to cosset my thighs.

I was necking her when she can't help but to massage my groin area. I unhooked her bra and lifted her top. My, her breasts looked so sexy under the moonlight. "Darl, I think someone is coming. They might.. Gasp!" She was abruptly interrupted as my tongue swirled around her nipples.

Yeap. Someone will come later that night.

I wasted no time and deluged one of her love cherries while cupping the underside of her other breast. "Darl.. Gasp.. What if.. Walks by.." She pleaded through her teeth. "Gasp.. Walks.. By.. Calls the.. Police.. Wake the n-neigh.. Ooh.."

"Just enjoy this moment, baby." My fingers sneaked into her g-string and explored her most intimate area. Yes, it was wet already. Her hands roamed around my groin area for awhile before she undid my pants and reached into my boxers impatiently. I stripped her of her last defence and slither along her thighs before sliding my fingers into her. She let out a moan, then more moans as she groped for my manhood.

My dick was urging me to plunge it into that most forbiddened spot but I thwarted that idea as I put my girl into the most awkward position of her life. With one leg hanging over the back of the bench and the other straightened over the seat, I bent over and savoured her pussy. She mumbled and heaved while she rustled my hair, puling my head nearer to her. The distance between her thighs shortened. She bucked whenever I licked her clit.

Soon, I got up, carried her, and laid her down on the grass behind a tree. My pants came off. Boxers too. I wanna do this fast. It's still a public area after all.

I mounted her. Missionary style. She tried so hard to keep her voice down as I glided in and out of her. It felt warmer below our waists as I humped her. Her pussy suckled on my dick as if it was one helluva blowjob.

Soon after, her thighs grew taut and it all ended with me unloading onto the ground.

Sex, like Mother Nature, can be destructive and reproductive at the same time. I only see the thrill in it.

Wet Ration

2006-02-14T22:44:00.003+08:00

Well, it's the famous V-day! Saw a couple of lovey-doveys on the streets hugging each other so tightly as if it's the end of the world. One can imagine what's gonna happen next - Roses, chocolates, dinner.

Then sex.

Oh. Chocolates. The gift of choice. They're sweet items which'll melt so nicely in your mouth and run so smoothly down your throat.

Now that reminds me of pussy-licking.

I used to only finger girls, thinking that that's already enough for them, looking at the way they writhed and moaned while I slided my 2 (or 3) fingers in & out of their love-caves. Then one day, the idea of cunnilingus struck me after I watched a Korean porn flick.

Instead of questioning why those Korean girls react so strongly to tongues flicking around their pussies, I asked, "Why not?"

So, while engaging in foreplay with one of my ex, I decided to head south. After cat-bathing every patch of her skin, I made my way to her tummy. Sucking around her belly button got her into the mood. I traced her thighs with my tongue, paying attention to her inner thighs.

My, she smell so good!

And so I was licking her right thigh, inching towards her pussy. I got really close, breathing down onto her vaginal lips as she arched her back slightly, bringing her wetness towards my face. I waited for a couple of seconds before proceeding to her left thigh.

She moaned louder. I sensed a mixture of despair & high anticipation in her. She squirmed around so much, trying so hard to get her pussy to touch my lips.

Or vice versa.

Well, I continued teasing her until she almost gave up. Then I surprised her by covering her pussy with my mouth, flicking my tongue inside. She twitched with excitement as I explored her warmth, tasting her juices. Now she's really audible. Rubbing her feet & calves on my back, she slowly hugged my face with her thighs.

And she's really wet! I tried to dry her pussy by licking it faster, sucking up as much love-juice as I can, flicking my tongue in & out of it. But no avail. I adusted my focus to her clit and slowed down. Still using my tongue, I massaged her clit in a circular motion, not forgetting the area around it. I can hear her breathing through her teeth. Keeping her clit red & swollen, I did what I used to do. Sliding 2 fingers into her pussy, I sucked her clit gently.

It become apparent she's cumming anytime. I fingered her faster, harder & deeper. Moans turned to muffled screams within seconds. Her thighs got taut.

She came. After taking a few breather, she opened her eyes & gave a satisfied smile.

One can only imagine what's gonna happen next.

Clue: She came more than once that night.

It's About Time

2006-01-27T17:41:00.000+08:00

Damn it. I haven't been having good sex for 6 months.

You could rebutt by saying "Think 6 months is long? Try 2 years!" Tell me about it. To me, 6 months is still 6 months.

6 long months.

Ironically, my luck with girls has improved. I joined this particular GLC after resigning from a local company last Sep, and I'm constantly surrounded by female colleagues. (Given the nature of my current job, it's natural that I'll be surrounded by girls)

Furthermore, given the nature of my job (again), I get to meet lots of other people. Esp girls.

Damn it. I really must grab this chance to bonk an office girl soon before my dick burst into flames.

Anyway, this is going to be a short entry. I'm typing this from my office desk & I'll be off to an engagement party later. I'll be dead drunk & let's hope I wouldn't wake up stark-naked beside a nude guy.

Wine, Dine & 69

2005-12-20T21:07:00.000+08:00

First of all, I'm sorry to keep some of my readers waiting. (You know who you are. Haha!)

Anyway, November was a fantastic month! So was December! Nah, not that I had more sex than ever. It's just that everything went on smoother than before.

In addition, I got to know a few girls. Girls whose sex drives are as high as the heavens! So, it was quite obvious that we spent most of our time talking about sex. We shared our sizzling experiences, joked about our first-times, drooled over sex toys & got all aroused over foreplay.

One particular topic caught my interest - oral sex. To the ladies, it's known as fellatio. And to the fellas, it's known as the hard-to-pronounce cunnilingus. I'll touch on cunnilingus (ie. stimulation of the pussy) in the near future.

Now, let's talk about fellatio (ie. stimulation of the dick)!

An amateur would bob her head up & down while she slurp over her guy's shaft. But an expert would not only blow for her guy, but she would most probably blow his mind away.

And I mean far, far away.

I had this very one experience which made me fully understand the real meaning of a blowjob.

She licked & sucked like she never tasted meat before. No, she wasn't barbaric. Neither was she impatient. She was like a judge in a cooking contest, taking her time to leave sticky trails all over my dick. She was a naughty schoolgirl, engulfing my dickhead with her lips as she flicked her tongue teasingly.

She massaged my balls. With her hands? Nope. She has already moved on. With her mouth, I mean. She sucked hard, savouring lustfully. She sucked harder while she grab her fingers around my dick.

She even gave soft bites! I was groaning in pain, yet I was smiling.

She wasn't merciful either. The moment my thighs grew taut, she knew I'm gonna blow. She didn't want this food-tasting session to end. She grabbed the base of my dick. That urge to detonate subsided.

For now.

She continued her teasings, breathing onto my dickhead at times. I'm having flashbacks about me humping her. I did it slow at first. Then I went faster, harder & deeper. She interrupted my train of thought. Suddenly, she went faster. And harder. And faster.

She's having her sweet revenge.

I surrendered withing seconds, filling her throat with her much-deserved rewards.

Should she swallow or spit? That doesn't matter anymore.

A reader commented, "Should I kiss her even after my cum went through the roof of her mouth?" It's a definite yes.

That's what I did before mounting her & brought her to the heavens for the rest of the night.

Boys With Toys

2005-11-30T20:44:00.000+08:00

性情趣店 is the topic of the day. I just returned from Taipei, and I'm still feeling overwhelmed.

I must say Taipei is Heaven to all freedom-lovers. You're free to do anything there. And I mean anything & everything!

There was this satirical variety show and hey! Guess what? Its cast & crew suffered no governmental oppression! So much for sex bloggers in Singapore.

Anyway, other than the countless delicious food & numerous beautiful girls (Esp the girls! They can sweep me away so effortlessly without putting on any makeup), I took a lot of interests in the sex shops of Taipei.

Now let's see what's the difference between the sex shops in Taipei & those in Singapore.

Sex shops really mushroomed throughout Taipei City. There weren't any visible public outcry against such businesses. And there was a wider variety of sex merchandise - exotic condoms, zestful vibrators, impressive dildos, tips on having good sex, tips on giving mind-blowing fellatio & cunnilingus, role-play costumes, BDSM kits, masturbation kits (for both genders).

You name it, they have it!

Plus, you don't see Taiwanese blushing at sex toys. Nope, they don't point & giggle like Singaporean schoolgirls (or schoolboys).

And I must emphasize this once again. There wasn't any governmental oppression! No public wrath either!

Well, I'll keep this entry short. If you want more details, try reading this.

Late Bloomer

2005-11-02T21:56:00.000+08:00

I must admit I'm a late bloomer.

I was 17 when I experienced a number of first-times - First time to assess the Internet, first time to watch video porn, first time to realise that girls are already having sex at a young age of 12 & first time to have sex.

But it was a year later when I first engaged in good foreplay.

I knew I had disappointed my then-girlfriend when I took her virginity - I was selfish & indifferent to her feelings. All I cared about was the sizzling sensation I experienced when my dick slided into her pussy. Subsequent love-making sessions got better though but they were not good enough.

So I decided to do a bit of research by reading men's magazine. And that was when foreplay came into.. urm.. play.

After months of trial & error, I finally got my girlfriend panting & smiling after sex!

It was an ordinary day in July when my girlfriend & I were kissing passionately in my bedroom. In the midst of tongue-sucking & lips-nimbling, I caressed her lower back with her hands clinging onto my hair.

We were enjoying ourselves immensely.

I went on to nimble her earlobe, thinking that it might be one of her erogenous zones. Unfortunately it wasn't. She didn't react to that. Instead, she genlty pushed my head towards the nape of her neck. So that was where she wanted it, I thought. Savouring her neck, I allow my hands to crawl into her spagetti-stripe. Her breaths got shallow as I cupped the underside of her breasts.

She let out a short gasp as I squeezed her assets meekly.

As soon as her top came off, our tongues met again for another swordfight. My hands went behind her to unhook her bra, but I wasn't in a hurry to pull it off.

I let it slide off her breasts sexily as I brush my palm against her thighs.

More gasps were heard.

As much as she wanted to resist my advance, she embraced me as I kissed her chest, digging her nails into me as I give tender bites. Her nipples then peeked coyly out of her brassiere.

A soft moan can be heard as I twitched her nipples lightly. It became audible when I wrapped my lips around it. She shivered a little when I sucked on it, gliding my tongue over it at the same time.

By the time I released my oral grip, her nipples were visibly hardened.

I allowed my tongue to explore other parts of her body, which included her arms, hands & fingers. Not forgetting her sensuous tummy.

Her response? She moaned through her teeth as she kneaded my meat in my shorts.

I took off her skirt and pulled off her panties through the waistband. I laid her down onto my bed as her panties floated down. Spreading her legs came next.

What a sight! "You're beautiful", I noted while admiring the glitter in between her limbs. I bent over & pecked on her thigh. I got closer & closer to her pussy, then I shifted my mouth to her other thigh. I did that a number of times, breathing into her pussy teasingly each time.

"Baby please," my girlfriend pleaded through grins, "I'm very wet.. I need your tong.. Haah..!" A loud moan could only mean I've interrupted her with my tongue on her pussy.

After some long strokes, I spreaded her labia & slided in. She squirmed & arched her pelvis a little. She further hugged my head with her thighs as I explored her warm-insides. Withdrawing my tongue, I engulfed my mouth on her pussy, sucking as much sweet juices as possible, treating each drop like bird's nest trickling down my throat.

By then, her clit has escaped from its hood. She almost screamed as I drew shapes around her pinkish-red swell. I proceeded to sizzle her as I placed some wet touches on her clit. I further surprised her as I wriggled a couple of fingers in & out of her pussy.

I stopped gradually & sat up. It's time to stop the leak between her legs. I then slided a thick blanket under her hips and stroked my dick against her pussy.

I positioned myself & pushed my hardness into her, sending electrifying tremors throughout her body. She wrapped her legs across my hips as I humped. Slow & gentle at first, I picked up speed while she bucked her bottom towards me.

Minutes passed, and the end seemed near. Her thighs became taut and she arched her back even more. I, too, can't hold on any longer.

I withdrew my dick & broke the dam onto her torso. At the same moment, she came, as orgasmic spasms rippled everywhere.

It all concluded with me cuddling on her heaving chest with droplets of perspiration on our foreheads..

Taking A Moment

2005-10-28T19:41:00.000+08:00

I'll like to take a moment & observe a minute of silence for Hazel.

No. She isn't dead.

But her blog is.

Hazel was a victim of public fuss & finger-pointing. Yet she was brave to stand up against myopic & narrow-minded individuals. And not forgetting the media which was so ruthless to dig up juicy stories.

Therefore, I shall commend Hazel for being daring - both sexually & intellectually.

Cheers!

Showtime

2005-10-26T20:25:00.000+08:00

I was walking towards the MRT station in the evening today when I was welcomed by a rousing sight.

Picture this.

You just knocked off. Feeling dead tired, you dragged your lifeless body towards the nearest train station. And then you see a couple of teenagers making out beside it.

Woah.

Nonchalant to how daring youngsters are these days, I was actually attracted to how the couple made out.

A short intro of the couple: Secondary school students. 15-16 years of age (the guy was in long pants). Very horny.

I was taking my time to stroll towards the train station whilst the guy neck his girl. Being young & restless, I bet the both of them became impatient very quickly. Within seconds, the guy has already unbuttoned the girl's blouse.

He didn't even take the time to unhook her bra.

Pulling up the bra like a T-shirt, the guy squeezed his girl's breasts as he continued to kiss her passionately. Then, he proceeded hastily to taste the girl's bosoms.

I guess the girl was really enjoying herself, judging from how desperately she undid her guy's pants, reached into his briefs & played with his dick. All these happened as the guy swirled his tongue around his girl's nipples.

The guy's hands weren't doing nothing though. One of them grabbed the girl's waist while the other disappeared under her skirt.

From where I was standing, their moans were audible. That was also when I hastened my trip towards the train station.

I did not want to be seen with my dick tenting through my business pants.

Conclusion? That was one helluva 2-minute presentation. I've made out & had sex in every possible location - my own bedroom, my kitchen, my living room, staircase landings, parks, restrooms. I haven't tried budget hotels, swimming pools, beaches, chalets, schools & offices though. I even had a female friend who has had sex on a bus before.

And now I've witnessed the MRT display.

What's next?

The Big Hooha

2005-10-19T20:26:00.000+08:00

Now they are banning people who share their sexual escapades.

That's just great. Or should I say, "Wah lao eh!"

Chewing gum banned? No comments. There're still Ricola & Mentos.
Cigarettes banned? No comments. I'm not a smoker though.

But banning blogged sex experience? I guess they just went a little too far.

C'mon! Sex is not a taboo in this era anymore! For those who still feel uneasy reading or talking about sex, hey. This is the year 2005. You're in the 21st century. We're in the new millenium.

This is not 1985 or 1995 when youngsters still giggle at pictures of boobs & dicks. People don't blush at the sight of condoms anymore. Not to even mention a sex toy.

And they're treating this more seriously than the flu pandemic. Sigh.

Everyone is having sex already - be it orally, anally or normally. We are trying to learn how to enjoy sex to its fullest. But being labelled as a bad influence? I think not.

I have a suggestion. Since more & more teenagers & young adults are having sex already, why still focus on preventing pre-marital sex? We could do a little bit more on having safe sex.

Give us a break!

Copycats

2005-10-18T22:22:00.002+08:00

"Imagine.

What will u do if I lock your tongue with mine while I caress your bare waist? Will u back away if I neck u while I stroke your arms and back? Will u squirm if I lick your nipples, occasionally sucking them? Will u moan while I kiss your thighs slowly, letting them part on their own, making your juice flow? Will u yearn for more if I lap your pussy with long strokes, then lick your clit til u're ever-wet? How about if I slide it gently into u and rock u throughout the night? Will u ask me to stop if I suck your clit again til u reach your climax? Will u kiss me all over after the heat is over?

Just think about it.."

This was originally written by yours truly.

But I guess there are guys out there who are supporters of plagarism.

Or maybe their own Friendster testimonials are too short to be true.

"Oh.. I wanna suck your breasts.. Pinch your nipples.. Finger-f*** u! I wanna f*** u all night!"

OR

"Can I meet u? Then we can have all kinds of fun we want! I want u to taste my cum! Oh yeah!"

I bet these sentences do not score among the girls who are daring enough to go into details of their sex lives.

Where is all the foreplay? And no respect for the ladies? That's a big no-no! Do you male despos out there know that in order to enjoy sex, you have to let your girls enjoy foreplay first?

C'mon! Stop plagiarising! You don't jump onto my bandwagon like that.

I shall keep this entry short. Good night & sleep tight, ladies! (Oh ya. I've specially reserved goodnight kisses to Hazel & Xi Shi)

Acid Test

2005-09-25T12:11:00.000+08:00

I saw this sexuality test on TV during the weekend & found it quite interesting. Take some time out of your one-night-stands & try it!

Which part of your face do you hate most?
1. Eyes
2. Nose
3. Eyebrows
4. Ears

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If you've chosen your...

1. Eyes - You love foreplay the most. Dirty-talking & teasing are inevitable before you engage in some physical grinding. So if you're a girl, nothing in this world can satisfy you until every patch of your skin & flesh is licked, sucked, stroked, hugged, squeezed, fondled & fingered. And if you're a guy, you'll love your girl more if she flicks your nipples & savours your dick.

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2. Nose - You can only reach 101% satiation if you dominate your partner. You love to pin your partner under you as you conquer him/her. The only time when you'll experience an adrenaline rush is when you see your partner writhe under you as the two of you hump throughout the night. So, if you're a guy, the missionay position fits you the most. And if you're a girl, then you sure love riding your guy!

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3. Eyebrows - You want to be dominated. You're the slave who'll let your partner do whatever s/he wants to do. It'll be breathtaking if your hands are being held in place as your partner luxuriate in your body. For a girl, it'll be stupendous if your guy rams you as he grabs your thighs down. Well, for a guy, you'll love to have hot candle wax dripped onto your nipples, thighs & even your dickhead during BDSM. Only then can you relive the moments like a tortured schoolgirl.

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4. Ears - You own a copy of the Karmasutra. You want to have as much fun as possible while having sex. Trying out different sexual positions is your forte - be it missionary, girl-on-top, spooning, doggy, standing, sitting, on the bed, in the living room, in the kitchen, in the park, at the staircase or in a classroom. It doesn't matter whether you're a guy or a girl. You just want fun amidst the squishes between the dick & the pussy.

Female Domination

2005-09-18T13:42:00.001+08:00

I have never had sex with a sexually experienced girl until I was 20. And she was then 17.

She was a Net friend whom I knew through the then-crowded IRC. Frankly, we never talked about sex. I never knew anything sexual about her. Our chats usually surround our hobbies, our dislikes & every-day happenings. We, too, met up for movies, shopping & dinner.

But no sex was involved.

Inevitably, sex became one of our chat topics after knowing each other for 7-8 months. It was then I discovered she wasn't a virgin anymore. She lost it to one of her boyfriends when she was 15. I didn't know whether she loved sex since but I assumed she's hooked to it.

Why?

Because she revealed a lot about her sex life - Having romps in the public bus, the number of times she masturbated weekly & how she loved it when her guy licked her nipples. On top of that, she asked me a lot about my sex life - how hot were my experiences, do I use condoms & have any girls done a bj on me before.

One fine day, we met up again. She proposed it, saying she needed help with her school work. She popped by my place and I tutored her. We lazed around after awhile and started to chat.

It wasn't meant to be a sex session, but it all started from chatting about sex. She shared her recent experience and it got the both of us all turned on.

It came to a point when I'm really hard down there and it was an obvious sight to her. (I was wearing shorts and something was tenting through. How unsubtle can it get?) Finally, I grabbed her by her waist and kissed her on her lips.

Our tongues were doing the swordfight when I caressed her back & down to her butt, squeezing it occasionally. I took off her T-shirt & fondled her soft breasts through her bra. What surprised me was she took the initiative to undo my shorts and stroke my dick. The girls I had sex with were comparatively inexperienced, and they usually let me do the petting.

But this girl took the cake. She took off her bra and motioned me to taste her breasts. I did it without hesitation. I then reached into her waistband and slided off her skirt. It got more intensed when I pulled off her panties.

We're exploring each other with our hands and mouths. I tasted her breasts while breathing onto her cleavage. She was moaning softly while locking her fingers into my hair. I then allowed my tongue to glide down her body, kissing her tummy along the way and reached her thighs.

She spread her thighs, and I nimble her inner thighs teasingly. As her moans got louder, I plunged my face into her pussy, breathing through her tuft of pubic hair. She immediately arched her back & pelvis, bringing more of her juice into my mouth.

Soon after, she pushed me onto my bed, and straddled over me. Positioning herself over me, she then allowed my dick to push through her vaginal walls. My dickhead was engulfed with her juices. Squishing noises were evident as she rode me enjoyingly.

I got up, grabbed her by her shoulders and swung her onto the bed. She clung onto my neck as we humped in the missionary position with her getting wetter & wetter.

We were perspiring and just when I thought I've surmounted her, she pushed me onto the bed again! Once again, she rode on me with my hands fondling her breasts & stroking her nipples.

She came within seconds later, flinging herself onto me, panting on my chest. It was apparent that she was deeply satisfied.

Me?

I was dominated.

Sharp Tongue

2005-09-14T20:59:00.001+08:00

I was reading this article on how to give fantastic blowjobs & cunnilingus when I recalled two incidents.

The first one was an encounter with a female friend of mine. It was the first time I experience a blowjob. *Grins* And it was definitely mind-blowing for a first-timer like me. We were chatting in one of the Singaporean parks when I finally coaxed her into petting. (She was horny anyway.)

It was quite obvious that there were lotsa kissing, fondling, stroking & fingering. I wanted to let my dick explore the insides of her pussy when I felt a cold quiver down my spine.

Well, I was afriad of getting caught though I've escaped unscarred before.

So, I grabbed the opportunity and requested for a blowjob. And she agreed!

I undid my pants and lowered my boxers, unveiling my erected dick. She bent over and wrapped her lips around my dickhead. I loved it immediately! It was unfortunate that she wasn't an expert because she didn't taste my balls. She focused on my shaft instead.

My, it was really hot within. The walls of her mouth were similar to the walls of a pussy. She sucked my dick like how a pussy contracts & squeezes. It was pretty sensational for a newbie.

It didn't take too long for me to unload myself into her throat. "Sweet", was her final comment. *Smiles*

Now for the second incident. It was an encounter with my ex-girlfriend. This time, it's cunnilingus. And yes, you've guessed it. It's my first time licking a pussy.

I've had sex with my ex-girlfriend on a number of occasions before and she has always complained that I'm unproficient in foreplay. So, I read a couple of men's magazine to hone my skills. And it's time to put them to the test.

We were fondling and kissing as usual when I started to kiss her thighs. A little surprised at first, she quickly got into the mood. My tongue went dangerously close to her pussy, and then I glided away teasingly. She kept on shifting her hips to get her pussy into my mouth but I didn't give her what she wanted.

After a short while, just when my ex-girlfriend was already panting impatiently, I gave her a sensuous stroke on the lips of her pussy with my tongue. She let out a loud approving moan. More of those moans became audible when I explored the insides of her pussy while my lips rubbed against her clit.

I proceeded to suck her clit gently and fingered her at the same time. My ex-girlfriend? She was already screaming for my entry. She wanted to feel my dick badly.

This time, I granted her wish. You readers should know the rest of the story. It all ended with a couple of steamed bodies & a sticky mess within my bedsheets.

Battle Of The Sexes

2005-09-06T22:00:00.000+08:00

I was reading an interesting blog entry about how blind men has become.

It spoke about how men can get all excited over magazine models when the ladies just don't get it. Men naturally have tunnel visions, in addition to their horny nature, they can only narrow in on the boobs & butts. On the other hand, the women will usually be caught swearing over the poor make-up, the disastrous hair-styles & the out-of-proportion thighs (Or breasts).

This is very true in Singapore though. Sigh.

When men think with their "small" heads, they can't think with the real big one. Why does a man's penis have a hole in it? So he can get oxygen to his brain. H-a-h-a-h-a.

Well, amongst all the wars both created & ceased by mankind, the battle of the sexes still exists.

Men dominate TV remote controls & flick through the channels; women don't mind watching the commercials. Under pressure, men drink alcohol & invade other countries; women eat chocolate & go shopping.

Women criticise men for being insensitive, uncaring, not listening, not giving enough love & wanting to have sex rather than make love. Men criticise women about their driving, for turning maps upside down, for their lack of a sense of direction, for talking too much & for not initiating sex often enough.

Men are amazed how a woman can't see a red flashing oil light on the car dashboard but spot a used condom in a dark corner 50 metres away. Women are bewildered by men who can consistently parallel park a car in a tight spot using a rear-view mirror, but can never find the G-spot.

The list goes on. The only solution to end this fight is by understanding our differences and start building on our collective strengths - rather than on our individual weaknesses.

Personally, I have this gut feeling that this solution will never take place.

Office Politics

2005-08-27T15:45:00.000+08:00

I was in office this morning to clear some work and as usual, I skived. Since I've already tendered my resignation and got prepared to move onto another organisation, I decided to get bold and surf some porn instead.

So as I was getting horny, I had this sudden thought. Many have claimed that the office is not all about staplers and Web-surfing. There are actually events happening under the desks. Secretaries giving blow-jobs to their Directors. Colleagues making out in the pantries. They might be having quickies in the restrooms too. Some of the guys I know even boasted that they've conquered some of their female colleagues in their office!

Sadly, none of that has happened to me.

For those who were lucky enough to stain the paperwork behind closed doors, do you mind sharing your experiences?

At the meantime, I'll search for a similar rollick..

Public Display Of Affection

2005-08-24T20:20:00.002+08:00

Recently, I recalled this news about this NS guy who had sex with this 14 year-old girl. Both were caught red-handed at the staircase of a shopping mall in town by a security guard.

I remembered hearing this news on the radio in the year 2000. I wasn't armed with such a high libido then, and believed that sex can only be kept indoors. Naturally, I was appalled that this NS guy really got the balls to romp in public.

Well, being a pure Sagittarian, I'm was very enthusiastic and curious about the idea of having sex in public. Although I found the aforementioned news astounding, I wanted very much to try it.

My chance came a couple of months later when I met up with this Net friend of mine. She was a bubbly and fun-loving 18 year-old who was constantly sexually wet. But we never got physical though. One bad point about her is that she always borrowed money from me and never returned them. So I decided to be the jerk to take advantage of her.

She came to me one night and asked for some cash. As usual. So I said OK and met up with her at a void deck near to where she lived. I didn't give her the money immediately, and gave an excuse to have a chat at the staircase. (But I think she knew what's on my mind though. Open-minded girls tend to be sexually smart.)

So while chatting, I made use of every opportunity to touch her - Her hair, hands, and even her thighs - just to warm things up. She, too, stroked my thighs and played with my ears. Soon after, I felt that there's enough teasing and I tickled her. She was laughing and tried to push my hands away, but I just went on playing with her and got her to lie on the ground.

We both looked at each other in the eyes and knew immediately what was to happen next. There were a lot of kissing and fondling. Our body temperatures rose as we got physically close. And we were very excited even though it was a very uncomfortable venue to have sex. Plus we have to do it real soft and quick.

But I decided to take the risk. *Grins* Pulling up her T-shirt, I removed her bra and started to lick her breasts slowly. She quickly shifted her nipple into my mouth, indicating a strong desire for them to be sucked. I wrapped my lips around her nipple and sucked it like I'll never let go. She reacted quite strongly by tugging onto my hair, which made me sucked harder. She got wetter when I played with her other nipple with my fingers.

She moaned louder as I glided my tongue across her tummy. I must count myself lucky that night as she was wearing a skirt, instead of jeans. Her panties came off easily, and I didn't waste too much time contemplating my next step. Soon, my tongue was slurping around her pussy with her standing on the steps of the staircase. She didn't withhold the flow of her juices though.

After a few minutes, she motioned me to lie down, and pulled off my pants. She took off my boxers at the same time and unveiled my manhood. It was quite apparent that she can't bear all the foreplay anymore when she quickly positioned herself above me. And within seconds, my dick was in her pussy. She began riding me very quickly. And I really mean very quicky. She was panting and tried to stay as quiet as possible. But of course she let out a few soft moans from time to time.

And me? I was squeezing her breasts and proceeded to grab her butts to control her speed. I wanted to sit up to kiss her neck, but she kept me down. You readers should know what's the result.

I squirted my whitish liquid into her with her lying on top of me. It was a raw battle without any plastic involved. And I must really thank the gods that her period has just ended the day before*. So there wasn't any pregnancy scare. (Many will think that I'm such an irresponsible bastard by now. "No condoms? You want the girl to conceive unnecessarily, is it?" Yes. I'm wrong. Forgive me please.)

It was a breath-taking experience, and I believe anyone living in this era would have gotten a taste of it already.

The Internet Bubble

2005-08-10T12:20:00.000+08:00

I was sharing some sexual experiences with a close Net friend this evening, and I have this sudden urge to share this encounter with you readers out there.

I had this other close Net friend a couple of years back. As mentioned, we met on the Net. The IRC, to be precise. As usual, we chatted about the normal stuffs initially. Then it got more personal and detailed. (This always happens if two open-minded people of the opposite gender chat online) We exchanged our preferences, eg. parts of the body which are sexually sensitive, places where sex happened, our first-times. We even teased each other on the phone. (There was no phone sex though)

Then we decided to meet up. I was getting prepared for what is gonna happen later in the evening already. *Grins* And I thought she knew.

She was quite a beauty, I must say. (Other guys might think otherwise) We caught a movie. Grabbed some bites. Generally, we enjoyed each other's company. Then it was time to put the plan into action. We went to chat at a staircase landing in an anonymous shopping mall.

Seconds later, we were kissing already. Then all the stroking began. Necking came next. My Net friend started to pant from all the tongue-locking. I reached inside her shirt and stroked her breasts. Suddenly, she stopped and unbuckled her bra. She wants more, and she was moaning softly when I started to stroke the area around her nipples.

"I'm getting wet.." I immediately understood what she meant and tasted her nipples. There were more moaning. More caressing. She stood up and took off her jeans, revealing her black panties.

The whole experience was getting very exciting. We're making out in the public. And we have to do it quick! Now I understand the phrase - So many things to do. So little time. So, we skipped licking the clit. There was still fingering. But it was quite easy as she's already dripping wet.

The long-awaited moment was dawning upon me when she made a very unwelcomed decision.

"I'm not prepared for this" At that point, I've forgottened the meaning of the word Patience. But I still recognise the word Respect. So, I grabbed her by her waist and fingered her at full speed while standing behind her. She lost control of herself and moaned at the top of her voice. At the same time, she reached behind and grabbed my dick. There were a lot of fingering and masturbating.

The result was that we both came. Cum and juices were mixing in everywhere except for her pussy. It was quite satisfying though. But I was equally disappointed.

Like what I've said - I was getting prepared for what is gonna happen. But she wasn't.

Look At The Mess

2005-08-07T12:20:00.000+08:00

We're living in this era where everyone, except for the older generations, is open to sex. Making out and beastly humping in the public is common. Everyone of all ages (including those as young as 12) has tried almost everything physically, orally and anally. When guys gather to exchange their sexual experiences, many will boast how skilful they were in bringing their bedding victims to the heavens. In fact, most guys (especially the younger ones) are impatient, impulsive, lousy and selfish during sex. Only a handful really respects the lady and always makes sure that she gets all the attention from his fingers and tongue. On the other hand, many girls with high sex drives tend to portray an innocent image until someone comes along and releases the devil in them by pushing the right buttons.

I have an experience where I was so clumsy and took a helluva time to figure out where the buttons really were.

It was about 5 years ago where I had my first girlfriend. We were both virgins then, but were very curious 'bout how each other's reproductive organs look like. We had always engaged in heavy petting but there wasn't a single session of sex.

Finally, one day, in my bedroom, we decided to try it. We tried to explore each other but all she knew was to stroke my dick with her hands. And all I knew was to fondle her breasts, lick her nipples (for a short while) and finger her (for a short while too).

Yes. I know many will be shaking their heads once they read 'til this point. But that was true. I wasn't an expert. After fingering my girlfriend for a couple of minutes, I'm already positioning myself. And I was in before she knew it.

I really regretted not considering that she's a virgin. She was mildly happy for a while and then wham! Pain all over. And I was still humping her like any other horny bunny. I came within a short while too. Much to her disappointment.

It took me a few months later to realise that there's something called foreplay, and it's supposed to last at least 20 minutes. Breasts and the pussy are not the only focal points during those moments. Well, I've learned quite a lot since then.

Remember. If you can make your woman enjoy 100% during foreplay and sex, you'll be enjoying 10 times as much.

Ciao for now!

Everything Has Its First

2005-08-03T22:57:00.002+08:00

Hi people! Well, it's been some time since everyone started to write their own blogs. Many spoke 'bout their private lives here. Be it 'bout their work, schools, families, boyfriends, girlfriends or even their sex lives, it's been so entertaining.

So, I've decided to join in the fun. And no. I'm not gonna reveal my sexual escapades just yet. Just a little trailer to tease you readers.

I was bored. And you do know guys think 'bout sex every single minute. A scene from a porn movie or a picture of a nude lady pops up from time to time as the clock tick by. You know what I mean. So, here's a bit of paper foreplay to satisfy those hungry souls out there.

"I can already imagine myself savoring your sensuous bod. Locking my tongue with yours as I caress your back. I'll unhook your bra gently, letting it slide off your breasts. With the tip of my tongue, I'll love to stroke your nipples til they turn hard. Then I'll suck them as I squeeze your breasts softly. After tasting your cleavage, I'll return to neck you, kissing your shoulders along the way."

"I'll never miss your tummy. Breathing onto every single patch of your skin brings you to a new sexual level. I'll kiss your thighs, then your inner thighs. As I caress your butts, I'll touch your outer lip of the pussy with my tongue. Then I'll proceed to lick the area around your clit until you're quite moist. Finally I'll wrap my lips around your red and swollen clit, and suck gently."

"Next, I'll slide my tongue into your pussy and let your juice trickle down my throat. All these while I finger you. The more you yearn, the faster I'll wriggle my fingers in and out of your pussy."

"Now you're in the heat and ready. Positioning myself above you, I'll gently enter you. Slowly at first, but faster after a few pushes. And deeper. Harder. Some repositioning might be needed. Of course you'll be moaning. Maybe even screaming. I really wish we can reach climax at the same time. Mixing juices with cum. Experiencing orgasmic ripple through our bods."

*Drips*