New Year's Eve 2012.

La Femme got back from her business trip to Shanghai this afternoon. We'd missed spending Christmas together as a result of the trip and me not being able to fly up to meet her because of work commitments. At least we're able to spend the last day of 2012 together, and she was all smiles and literally ran up to me like an excited little girl when I went to pick her up at the airport. She's usually shy and somewhat conservative when it came to public displays of affection, but today at the airport, she didn't hesitate to  hug me close and kiss me on the lips in the arrival hall. 

We drove back to the condo, and once home, our clothes were messy trail all the way to the bedroom where she'd been extremely horny and kept wanting seconds. We'd spent the rest of the late afternoon naked in bed until we both started to get hungry, then we showered, had a change of clothes and headed out to Waku Ghin at MBS for dinner. 

She'd gotten me a Hublot watch as a Christmas present while on her business trip, and I've yet to get her present because I'd initially promised to get her anything she fancied once she was back. I've given up getting her wallets and such a long time ago because she's got more than enough stuff from her favourite brands in the wardrobe; these days, it was better to take her shopping and let her pick her own gift: less romantic, I know, but at least she'd be getting something she could have a use for (or at least I'd like to think)

There's La Femme for you: if she's spoiled and indulges in luxury, it's only because she'd grown up around a comfortable lifestyle-- not to mention an ex who, being the scion of some Indonesian tycoon family, could afford to pamper her in every way money could possibly buy. Compared to her ex, I'm probably a very mild poison, but to be fair, she's never demanded anything, nor is there any pressure for me to try to measure up financially (I can't, not in this lifetime, to be honest).

But we do live quite a comfortable lifestyle, and we're happy in each other's company, and I guess that's what matters most. While the both of us are not adolescents who live on love, over the years, I've certainly grown to appreciate her companionship a lot more than when we started off; and after her divorce and my bitter break-up in the last "serious" relationship, I guess we both know better than to set unrealistic expectations, or unattainable promises to each other. For some reason, I'm starting to think that for all the flings I may have/had, La Femme's the only woman who can have a real hold on me simply because she doesn't try to own me. 

In any case, we'd be able to spend the next couple of weeks together before it's my turn to fly out for a convention in the States...it's the last moments of 2012, and frankly, it's nice to have La Femme around as always on New Year's Eve.

Happy 2013, all. 

Dinner for two @home...

So my quiet evening at home turned out to be quite something else altogether, with Lady K coming over to my place for dinner-- prepared by yours truly. La Femme was away for the weekend, and I thought it was a great opportunity, given Lady K's hubby was also out of town: it was an ideal rendezvous, and how better than to start the evening with a nice meal done by the guy to further impress the woman prior to some potentially hot sex?

Dinner was a simple affair of spaghetti carbonara and steak. I picked up Lady K after her dance lessons (she does pole dancing...mmm), and we went over to Cold Storage to get the ingredients "like an old couple", she'd joked. She was amused that I'd wanted to cook for her, and clearly she was somewhat impressed.

When we got back to the condo, I'd put on my apron and prepared the meal while she decided to go for a swim downstairs. I'm sure she must have attracted quite a number of lusty stares judging from how she looked in her string bikini. 

Anyway, by the time she got back and took her shower, dinner was served, complete with wine, fresh flowers on the table. She was wearing a sarong with only a g-string underneath, and while I was impressed with how she was dressed for dinner, I could tell she was impressed with the meal I'd managed to whip up.

We had a good time chatting and took our time with the meal; no rushes, just enjoying each other's company, and after dinner was done, we'd settled ourselves on the couch where she laid her head on my shoulders and we started frenching. Her inquisitive tongue was teasing mine, and she reached one hand onto my jeans and started feeling and rubbing at my crotch. I returned the favour by parting her sarong to expose her breasts, my fingers playing on her hard nipples, rolling them with my fingers and tugging at them gently as we continued to kiss.

I could hear her muffled moan when I reached my hand down to the front of her panties to rub at her crotch, my fingers tracing along the fabric against her slit. She was wet, and I continued teasing her that way till there was a wet patch on her panties, then parted them slightly to slide my fingers into her wet pussy. 

We soon got naked on the couch, and she took my cock into her mouth as I went under her to lick at her cunt. I pulled her wet juicy lips apart and my tongue started to move deep into her, then sucked lightly on her clit as I fucked her with my fingers. I could feel her tongue flickering across the tip of my cock to taste at my pre-cum and she continued to suck hard on my cock as she played with my balls.

She wanted to fuck at the balcony, and I'm sure anyone at the block opposite who looked out would have a good glimpse at our action, but since she asked, I was more than happy to oblige. I sat on the teak day-bed La Femme and I picked up from Phuket when we moved into the condo, and as I settled back on the mattress, Lady K climbed on top of me and impaled herself on my cock and let out a moan as she did so. She started rocking as I grabbed and pulled her close to me, my cock moving deep inside her. She bit her lower lip as I thrust into her, my mouth sucking on her tits as we fucked. I'm sure the neighbours would hear us as well, and frankly, La Femme and I have never had sex on the balcony before-- there was an added thrill, I'd say.

Lady K was shown around the apartment, and we'd fucked in most of the rooms, the living room and the master bedroom bathroom...and I kinda wish she could stay over, but she can't because La Femme would be back first thing tomorrow morning at 3 a.m. So it was a reluctant farewell when I drove Lady K back to her place, and we kissed again before she said goodnight, the scent of her perfume still lingering in the car, and leaving me wanting her again.

We would meet again, of course, but it would be nice if she could stay over...

Don't you just love this pussy?

Games we play.

I guess it's only human that even among fuck-buddies where the gratification is nothing but gratuitous sex, some degree of emotional attachments may develop. 

For me, the problem begins when that slight degree of attachment comes along with some emotional dependence where she starts trying to find out whatever it is I am doing at any one point in time, or wanting to spend more of my available personal time-- getting "sticky", so to speak, and that's where I start worrying about her getting too close for comfort.

I think for me, the rules of the game is pretty simple: I would probably give a fuck (no pun intended) about the women I flirt and sleep with, as in lending a listening ear or helping to solve a problem or two, but getting into a full-blown committal relationship is not my cup of tea.

Probably that's why I prefer to have my affairs and flings with married women: we both know what's in it for us, and there's none of that expectation of commitments and such other than having fun and enjoying each other's company while we spend time together.

It's all part of the little games we play, and I'm not sorry for being the way I am, whatever you guys out there may think.

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Pretty laid back and quiet weekend this week, and I've deliberately and consciously chose to spend the last weekend of the year thus. I need to recharge, so to speak, although there is a dinner date tonight I'm still contemplating on. We'll just see how it goes. 

"Come join our swingers' party"

A friend of mine was scammed recently on a social networking site that's rather popular here, and he basically hooked up with a "gorgeous woman" (we can't really be too sure, can we?)   who chatted him up, and then "invited" him to an exclusive swingers' party in Singapore. He got curious, and she managed to convince him to check out a website where he was asked to "book" his intention in advance-- and he did; he forked out SGD 250 for a special invitation to the swingers' party that was supposed to take place on Christmas Eve, and they'd even sent him a address at the private suites of a certain six-star hotel.

And when he arrived, surprise, surprise, there wasn't any party, and subsequent attempts to contact the hottie who hooked up with him proved futile. He then asked me for my opinion if he could file a police report regarding the matter, and I told him that while he did have a case, would he want to risk the potentially embarrassing exposure in the local media, given how anything that proves to be a spicy sex scandal always seems to gather the attention of the newspapers?

I am, however, surprised that a relatively well-educated guy like him holding a senior management post at a global multi-national would fall for a simple scam like this. I mean, surely he'd know better than to give his credit card details to some unknown website, and god knows what other damage they could dish out with the information he'd voluntarily (and stupidly) given up during the "payment". 

I wouldn't be surprised if there were other dudes out there who fell for the scam. The modus operandi seemed simple enough: set up an account on some social networking site, put up fake photos of a gorgeous girl, bait guys to chat, and then make the invitation to a swinger's party that will never take place.

Look, you wanna have your fun, go out there and meet real people. Alright, so maybe there could be real swinger parties going around out there, but why would you have to make an online payment before you even met your "host/organiser" in real life?

The kind of things men do to get their taste of forbidden fruit. Tsk tsk.

The desert rose...

Me: You're still looking as lovely as ever.

Her: Flatterer...but I like the way you keep looking at me.

Me: Well I missed you...all this while...

Her: Mmm...

And it was nice to have her again after all this while. She finally had a chance away from her hubby and kids, and it was nice to have a sniff, taste and feel of her lovely juicy clean-shaven cunt again after a long while.

*satisfied*

Is it ok to fuck someone when you don't even know her name?

...or when you don't even know her phone number?

I only asked, because as crazy as it sounds, it's amazing how you can arrange for not just one or two, but three to four dates via Google Chat and Skype, meet up and have sex in real life-- and still not know her name or phone number!

Even crazier when you consider we hooked up because of this whole blogging thing, and she turned out to be a really yummy wet-dream come true.

But all that said, perhaps all this just adds up to one fleeting happy memory, and we're both gone our different ways. What would you expect from chance encounters like that, and given the somewhat unusual circumstances of our acquaintance?

"It's complicated..."

What men should know: when her Facebook social network status says "It's complicated", it means just that-- she's probably in a relationship, but equally it's one of the following:

a. She's still exploring her options, having fun,  and doesn't want to get tied down;

b. She's in a relationship with a guy who doesn't want to get tied down (he's having all the fun); or

c. She's in a relationship that is potentially breaking up, and most probably a third party is involved.

But do take note: she didn't say she'd go out there and fuck every other guy that comes her way, so don't be mistaken this necessarily makes her an easy target for flirting or seduction-- it could well be the other way where she's just too tired of making things even more complicated than it already is by introducing yet another character into the picture.

It's quite amazing how we've come from straight-forward relationship status where you're either single, married, or divorced. Then there's the "open relationship"-- another misnomer because while it conjures up the idea that she's open to meeting new people, again it doesn't necessarily mean she's a promiscuous one out looking for sex.

I suppose it's all part of how we've evolved from being a somewhat sexually-repressed society into one that's more cosmopolitan and liberal. We're all free to pursue whatever relationship arrangements we could possibly think of, and that's the beauty of things, in my opinion.

Come to think of it, why bother with relationship statuses anyway? Can't we just make do with "companionship" and get on with whatever makes you both happy, from romantic coupling to casual friends-with-benefits/fuck-buddy arrangements?

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I am feeling a little sorry I'd chosen to walk away from a rather promising open friends-with-benefits option recently, but at the same time, I am a little apprehensive of a potentially sticky relationship where she starts to get a little too emotionally dependent and attached apart from the physicality of things.

Oh well. 

...

So this marked my n-th return to the blogosphere, hopefully without the "sex blogger" reputation that plagued me since I started my first blog in 2002. I get it: I'm always fond of starting and deleting blogs, but you can't really blame me for it-- I don't want to be known as just another anonymous sex blogger-- not that anonymity doesn't work for me, it does; only I don't want to be just one of those blokes who gains readership by recounting the number of women I've shagged and such. I mean, really, much as this is a online little black book of sorts, I seriously hope that's not all there is to me. I do hope you realise there's more to me than just my online persona.

I'll share my stories, yes, but equally, I'd like to be known as someone who's more than a walking fucking dildo. 

I've given some thought to how I'd go about with this new blog: as usual, I'm not intending this to be a substitute for locker-room boasts of all the women I've had/am seeing; I don't profess to be the world's greatest lover, and neither is it my intention to shout out to the women out there that they should really try to sleep with me.

I do, however, like a space where, in addition to all the little escapades and rendezvous, I'd share more about my thoughts on other things pertaining to relationships and such...it's my way of saying yes, I do have a brain, and I'm not just a dick that wants to fuck around.

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All else said, it's nice to be back blogging. This time, I don't intend to go anywhere. :)