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.
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
From Dusk Till Dawn
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.
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.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Littlest Things
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.
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.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Thorn Amongst Roses
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.
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.
Sunday, August 02, 2009
Pump It
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!
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!
Friday, July 24, 2009
Making Headway
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.
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.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Smoke On The Water
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.
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.
Friday, July 03, 2009
Fallen
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*
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*
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Something About The Ladies
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.)
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.)
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Falling Madly In Bed
"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.
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.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Retrospect
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.
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.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Flicker
Following Edison Chen, I will be going dark temporarily. So, until next time, that's all, folks!
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Christmas Spirit
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!
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!
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Do You Think You Can Handle That?
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?
"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?
Friday, November 23, 2007
Finger Food
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?"
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?"
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Growing Hunger
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.
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.
Friday, October 26, 2007
TGIF
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.
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.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Painting The Town
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.
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.
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