I wonder if she'll still say yes if I said I'd like to have her back again, regardless of the arrangement. It's been 3 months, and she's still the Baroness to me.

Will she?

Start to the new year.

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Diamante

Rihanna's a really beautiful woman, and damn, what would I give to have a good taste of her. Mmm-mm.

Afternoon affairs

Her panties were barely off when my fingers started moving over her and rubbed at her deliciously wet cunt, and her hands reached behind her to grope at my hard cock that was pressing against her ass, tracing along the tiny string of her thong as she started to rub and massage my cock and my balls.

I kissed her on her neck, one hand cupping her breast and started tugging a her nipples. She parted her thong and it was so easy to just slide my cock into her slippery wet hole, and we starting grinding against each other as my cock went deep inside her.

Her moans urged me to fuck her harder, and she turned her head sideways to kiss me and I continue to thrust into her, my lips over hers and muffling her sighs and moans.

I wanted her that much to not even want to wait till she was fully naked, and then I realised I'd literally fucked her with her panties on... 

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.