Va-va-voom.

I definitely love the boobs on this one:

 

 

And those lips...just wanna kiss her; and yes, I'd love to tit-fuck her for sure, thank you very much. :D

Weekend entry

You know, there's something about this Charis Goh girl that's got me intrigued. Not sure how she ended up being connected to me on Facebook, but I gather she's some kind of lingerie model...and a young single mother. 

Definitely a beautiful young MILF that I'd love to indulge and pamper. Maybe I should try hooking up with her and see what goes.

***

Separate note, the company organised a cocktail party last night. I brought La Femme to the party, therefore officially introducing my live-in partner to the rest of the guys at the office; in a pretty unusual move, my Chief Executive, who's known to be quite a bit of a playboy himself, pulled me one side while we were having smokes on the open-air balcony, offered me a cigar, then pumped me on the shoulder like we're old chumps and said, "Good spotting there, my friend."

We talked for a while, and CEO caught me off-guard when he said "So, you still going out with Liz then?"

Bloody hell, nothing ever escapes the top man?

But in truth, Liz and I are still very much going out together -- and that means having an affair and sleeping with each other, in simple English -- and while she wasn't at the party last night because she had to take care of her kids, just this morning, I met her for breakfast, and a little extra-curricular at her place after I'd dropped her off. 

And as for Sunshine Girl, well...let's say we're getting somewhere with all the closeness of working long nights. She'd toasted La Femme at the party last night like some nice hostess, but one brief moment when we'd found ourselves together -- La Femme excusing herself to the ladies, and Sunshine Girl's boy going off to get some drinks from the counter-- she'd had one hand on my arm, and I found one hand soothing the small of her back, and moving down towards her tight ass...and kissed her on the side of her neck before someone walked past, and we parted ourselves from each other. One night last week, we'd been working late, and we found ourselves frenching and hands exploring before she decided the office "wasn't safe" given there were others working late as well.

So things at work are still interesting.

***

Ah Charis, Charis...where to find you? And I'd love to run my hands over that sexy body of yours. :D

The new girl at the office.

 

 

1. Slinky figure-hugging dress with high-heels; so much so I can see the outline of her G-string when she walks in front of me.

 

2. Sultry come-fuck-me look with pouty lips just begging to be kissed.

 

3. Delicious scent of Lolita Lempicka perfume.

 

4. Did a couple of lip-licks while she was seated opposite me at the meeting today.

 

5. Nice swell of perky tits against the sheer fabric of said figure-hugging dress.

 

Enough reasons to warrant me taking her out to dinner tonight. *grins*

Nice ass...

Well, you can't expect me to possibly believe this is really a pic of one of my "fans", if I ever had any:

But it would sure as hell be nice to make-believe it's all true. And man, that's one sexy ass, and makes me wanna sniff at that thong where that tiny bit of cloth lies before taking it all off to slowly savour at that gorgeous body...





Tagged.

The weekend's come and soon to be gone, and what a way to wake up on this lazy rainy Sunday morning than to be naked and lying on Liz's bed after a night of fun and games with her the "proper" way, finally.

 

I'd seen La Femme off at the airport, and an hour later, I found myself out having drinks with Liz and her friends at Dragonfly at St. James. Yes, I know that's where the older crowds hang out, and honestly, that's probably where I could go find and pick up some really dishy MILFs.

 

As it is, Liz was in the company of 2 other MILF-y friends. They're all in their late 30s, one of them's 42, but I must say all of them have done a really good job staying fit and looking gorgeous so much so figure-hugging dresses still bring out the best in them: oh so yummy, and I'd love to have all 3 in the bedroom. 

 

And after drinks, Liz invited me back to her place; her ex has the company of the kids for the weekend, so we had the whole place to ourselves. I must say she's done a really good job in terms of doing up the interior décor of her apartment, stylishly done, courtesy of her wealthy Indo-Chinese ex, and you wouldn't suspect her having kids, because at least the living room was free of the clutter of toys, the almost mandatory kid's bicycle and such you'd find typically of households with young children.

 

Or perhaps she took the deliberate task of cleaning the place up with the intention of inviting me over to begin with, given she already knew I was available for the weekend.

 

We had wine, and not long after we'd shed our clothes, and I found myself slowly and gingerly kissing and licking away slowly between her legs, my sensitive nose taking in the scent of her sex. She parted her pussy lips so I could taste more of her, and I was stroking my hard cock as I licked at her.

 

In the comfort of her home, Liz was uninhibited. We had round one in the living room, our clothes a mess on the floor, and I took her doggy style, pumping deep into her and my hands cupping her full breasts. She was moaning and calling out loudly, one hand reaching down to massage my balls as we fucked.

 

The living room done, she led me to the master bedroom, so beautifully scented with her perfume, and it was there that she took out a dildo and started playing with herself as she laid on the bed, for my viewing pleasure.

 

I walked over to her, she took my hard cock into her mouth and started giving a blowjob as she moved the dildo in and out of her pussy. I thought I'd do her a favour, and I took over the toy, pushing it in deep, giving a turn every now and then, and hearing her muffled moan each time I did so.

 

I started to get really jealous of the dildo, so I yanked it out, and pushed my dick inside of her, thrusting in deep and hard. She grabbed my close as we fucked, and bit me on one shoulder as she rode me, her hips gyrating and grinding away. It was my intent to fuck her hard, fuck her like the bitch she could ever be, and each time I pushed myself deep inside her, she called out "Yes baby, fuck me hard..."

 

When I felt I was about to come, I pulled my cock out of her and ejaculated on her tummy. She had a slutty look in her eyes as I did that, her fingers spreading my cum over her tummy and around her crotch, and she tasted her fingers as I laid down beside her, my fingers running over her breasts and stroking her nipples.

 

We laid down on the bed as she snuggled up next to me, and I kissed her hair and held her close.

 

"I could get used to this lovey-dovey feeling", she teased, and after that, she closed her eyes and in the silence of the room, I could hear her breathing and I found it strangely erotic.

 

She saw me growing hard again, her fingers stroking my cock, then she moved up, positioned herself, then impaled herself on my hard rod once more.

 

And she got me feeling tired that last one time; we decided to call it a night, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

 

This morning found her getting up early to make breakfast and coffee. I met her at the dining table clad only in my boxers; she was wearing a satin robe that gave glances of her gorgeous naked body since she didn't bother to tie up. I was thinking her neighbours must have had quite a sight to watch from their kitchen window when I noticed Liz had a maid doing the laundry.

 

My god, did the girl watch us as we fucked in the living room? She must have heard everything, and my little naughty mind was thinking was she playing with herself as she heard us fucking in the living room?

 

And Liz didn't think of anything as she came over to my chair after she'd laid out breakfast of ham and eggs on the table, parted her robe so her breasts were exposed, then sat on my lap so I could suck on her nipples. Let her watch, I suppose.

 

She had the rest of the morning to spare before the ex dropped the kids back, and we were contemplating what to do (another round of sex?), and in the end, she suggested going over to MBS in a while to do some lingerie shopping at Victoria's Secret.

 

And no to the morning sex as she's feeling a little sore. So I found myself with some time to kill as she went about clearing up the place-- still clad in her satin robe.

 

What a woman.

 

***

Incidentally, I'm wondering where I'd find MILF specimens the likes of this one:

 

 

 

...although I'd say her nails are somewhat freaky. But I'll bet her blonde pussy would taste so damned good. I could almost imagine what it'd be like to have my head buried between those jugs too.

 

My Tagged account saw a lot of young girls in their 20s trying to chat me up. Some have even gone so bold as to suggest I could have a romp with them if I could 'sponsor' their shopping for branded bags and such-- that's a subtle way of saying paying for sex, wouldn't it?

 

But it does appear many young girls don't seem to think of trading sex for benefits much these days. I had one 22 year old saying I could "do whatever you want" in exchange for a gold iPhone 5S; she's quite a pretty young one, but honestly I'm a little surprised at how upfront they could get.

 

I did spot a couple of attractive ladies in their late 30s and early 40s, and honestly, my opinion, it doesn't matter if you listed your status as "married", because if you were out there on Tagged, I suppose there's a fair chance you're out looking, if you know what I mean.

 

And of course I'd take the chance to drop a hello note to them. ;)

 

So if you're a hot 30/40-something momma and you read this blog, you heard it from me here that there's a chance I just hit on you. Go figure which one's me.

 



This is one Crazy Girl I'd love to meet.

...and is it any wonder why?

She must be really young, but definitely ripe enough for some hard pumping. And this is how she looks like sans the mask:

Looks so damn sweet and I could certainly love to cuddle up with her after the sex.

Don't know about you, but I'm definitely liking her FB page...and I'm gonna drop her an email too. :D

Birthday pressies and such.

It was Izzy's birthday today, and my present for her was a brand new Samsung Galaxy S4-- her iPhone had been faulty for a while, and she had been thinking of getting a new phone. 

We were out at the yacht club where we had breakfast, and thereafter we boarded the yacht I'd chartered for the day. It wasn't like I'd intended it to be anything romantic or such; more of a means to have some privacy of our own for obvious reasons.

It'd been a cruise to the Southern Islands, and she'd spent most of the time dressed in the new bikini she bought. The crew guys were checking her out, and I don't blame them: Izzy's a beautiful young woman, and in a sense, the inner egomaniac in me was smirking in the knowledge that while the other guys on board found her attractive, I was the only one who'd get to fuck her.

And we did have sex quite a lot today. I suppose the presence of a crew meant we had to keep things down to plain vanilla sex with not much of the usual little kinky games, but it was still good, really.

**

It was after lunch, and after I'd presented the phone when she'd come and leaned up against me, her head resting on my shoulders as I kissed her softly on her neck when I heard her, in between her soft sighs, saying she'd decided to break up with the banker boyfriend.

She'd found him too "young" for her liking: he was the same age as she was, but of late, she'd realised she preferred older guys-- guys my age.

I didn't know if that was her way of telling me she was wishing there was something more between us, but this being her birthday, I didn't want to spoil her day and instead let her make-believe that this afternoon's time spent on the yacht was what could have been if we were indeed taking things seriously.

In any case, to me, it was one thing to have a no-strings attached FWB thing going on with a much younger woman like Izzy; serious relationships, on the other hand, would be something else altogether, and I do wonder if I would be able to keep up with the stuff the Millenial generation are in to. 

Anyway, it was a relatively nice afternoon out. I was supposed to meet Bru for dinner, but got a little tired and postponed the date.

I'd probably take the day off tomorrow.  

Be my sub.

Since Fifty Shades hit the scene, I’m pretty sure every guy out there wants to be a Christian Grey, and I guess women out there are looking for their own Grey-some adventures.

That, I deduced from what Izzy shared with me, and it appears some dude at the uni tried to coax her into becoming his own Anastasia Steele.

Except he doesn’t know of course she already has her own secret lover. Yet somehow, there was something fascinating and strangely erotic hearing her talk about how the other guy tried to charm her into becoming his latest conquest—especially if the revelation came as part of the tete-a-tete following our own tryst in bed.

Admittedly, she’d locked lips with him, and the dude had his hands up her skirt and rubbing at her most intimate parts. She’d gotten wet, and he’d probably had his way with her if not for the very anti-climatic moment of her phone going off, and banker-boyfriend was on the phone to ask if she’d been a good girl studying for her exams.

I found it all intriguing, yet such a huge turn-on at the same time: she was making out with another guy behind her boyfriend’s back, and afterward, being aroused but having pushed the guy away, she came to yours truly, and we had raw sex for both our pleasure.

There’s a little sense of jealousy I admit because she’s such a beautiful thing to have and to fuck, but nothing too serious, because we have our own little arrangements without her getting too sticky to me. I guess I’m just the easiest part of the whole picture, really, and I do enjoy the benefits that come along with it, even if just for a brief moment.

Meanwhile, I have in turn recently re-learnt just how nice it is to be a sub in my relationship with cougar-babe Bru. It’s all become a vicious cycle of kinky gratuitous sex, role-play, discreet affairs and marshmallow saccharine cuddling with the women I’m with all rolled into one, yet strangely there’s nothing complicated at all to the whole thing. I can’t explain it, really, but all I know is that there’s probably still room for some more, knowing me.

There are after all many more hours in a week than just fifty shades of one colour. *grins*

The (much) younger woman.

I met up with my close friend Mike this afternoon while we were checking out the Corals at Keppel Bay show units, and he shared he was dating a woman who's 18 years his junior-- that's "dating", as in trying to develop a serious long-term relationship-- and four months in, he's starting to wonder if it'd ever work out.

See, the difference is that with Izzy and me, regardless of the fact I'm a lot older than she is, the whole basis of the relationship is purely sexual, and we both know it wouldn't lead to anything more, even though we do have a lot of fun together. We both know I'm not going to replace her yuppie boyfriend, and she knows end of the day, I'd go back to J...some day, all this is going to end, in other words.

In Mike's case, however, he's hoping to find better luck and another shot at love again that could lead to a second marriage (he got divorced two years earlier), but I do have to admit I was wondering if he'd set himself up for failure with his new muse. Yes, he did seem happy, and I'm pretty sure he could make her very happy too with all the material comforts he'd be able to provide as the older and more established half in the relationship-- thing is, I found his attempt at trying to look young in the way he dressed a little pathetic. 

Then he went on to talk about the things she got him to do just for thrills and fun, like going camping with her friends and "ghost-hunting" at the deserted old Changi Hospital, among other less outrageous things e.g. paint-ball, ultimate frisbee at Sentosa beach every weekend, clubbing (again)

It's not that he minded doing these things with her, and I don't see anything wrong either: but what really got to him was hanging out with her friends and trying to get involved in their conversations, and expecting to know what the hell's going on. On his part, Mike couldn't find anything in common to talk about to them, and sure, they could learn a couple of financial tips from the guy, but he didn't think they'd be interested to talk about the market the way he and his "grown up" pals did.

And of late, they'd been fighting a bit too, especially when she said she felt they'd been hanging around with each other too often, and that she needed time away from him with her friends. He got really pissed when she took off for Bangkok three weekends ago without informing him until she'd landed-- and even more pissed to know she was in the Thai capital with two other guy friends. 

I told Mike he'd be a total jackass to be jealous about the Bangkok trip-- in my opinion, no need to get all worked up over the 2 guys: young poppycocks, and no, I didn't think she slept with either of them; even if she did, so what, Mike's old enough to understand these things.

But instead, my friend seemed to have dived in too deep with this young girl, and it seemed to drive him all edgy and such. I did suggest to him to do as she said, lay off a bit on the whole thing, and just go about with his own life, i.e. go meet other women as well; deep inside though, I get the feeling the whole relationship will just blow over soon enough.

Enough of that: neither of us were really interested in the Corals project, but me and J were really thinking of getting another property for investment. We'd be heading to Bangkok in 2 weeks to check out some properties there, and already J's done some pre-Bangkok trip shopping of her own getting new clothes for the trip.

Sometimes, I don't really understand the things women do myself. 

The Dorm Room Adventure

I was supposed to meet Brunetta for lunch today, but an hour before our date, she called to take a rain check-- something up with the kids apparently.

"Sorry for the let-down darling", she'd cooed. "I'll make it up to you, promise...next week perhaps?"

So next week it is then: next week, when the husband's not in town, when she could send the kids over to her sister's, and when J's off again on a flight.

And just when I thought I was facing a prospect of a horribly dull afternoon and having to lunch alone, Izzy called and "demanded" to know if I was going to pick her up after her classes. I'd decided initially on meeting up with Bru, and since that lunch date wasn't going to happen, I settled for Izzy, and "apologised" for being too busy to reply about meeting her.

We ended up at a Fragrance hotel room on the west side near the uni after a simple lunch at Vivocity, and she'd wanted to show off her new pair of crotchless panties that she had under her short skirt. Goodness, if that was what she'd been wearing, her undergraduate classmates probably had a good view of her lovely shaven pussy during tutorial classes or something.

We had sex while she kept the panties on. I was admiring her tan lines from the weekend she'd spent at Sentosa with her boyfriend, and the two toned glow seemed to accentuate her brown nipples more-- nice and perky to look at as we fucked. 

Izzy was particularly insatiable today, and she didn't seem to get enough even after I'd come twice and our two hours were up, so we did something that we hadn't done before: head to her room at the hostel, and went for more hard rocking action on that single bed in the room. 

I was getting concerned at some point about her loud moaning and sighs as we had sex in her room, and I was sure I wasn't imagining it when someone in the next door rooms (or probably the rooms above or below us) started blaring loud music. I'd forgotten what it was like to be doing it in a college dormitory, and it was nice to be reminded of the days and nights when I was having fun in my own dorm room in my undergraduate days.

The thing about an undergrad's room was that regardless of the gender, things would be in a perpetual mess, and in Izzy's case, she was careless about leaving her clothes and undergarments around.

"Geez, how do you know which are the clean ones from the soiled ones", I teased as I held up a pair of black panties she'd strewn carelessly on a nearby chair. She didn't want to answer that one, but instead took the panties, rubbed them on her pussy for a while as she continued to moan and sigh, then handed the pair of damp panties back to me.

"These are for you. Happy belated birthday, darling", she teased in return.

Which explains why I had a pair of black wet/soiled woman's panties in my trouser pocket after my little tryst with Izzy, and throughout dinner with J. I couldn't help reaching in to feel at them from time to time over dinner and think back to just how deliciously horny Izzy had been this afternoon, and I couldn't help but grin to myself at the recollection of how she had to peek out from behind the door of her room bare-bottomed and clad only in a tiny t-shirt to "check if the coast was clear" when it was time for me to go. 

Izzy texted me halfway through dinner. "Had fun at the dorm", her first message read; "Be careful she doesn't find them!" read her second message, referring to her panties.

Well find them J won't, for they're now in the pocket of my coat which in turn is hanging in the car...and I'm pretty sure I'd be still thinking about the afternoon's adventure while at work tomorrow-- fingering and playing with Izzy's panties, no doubt. ;)

Missed opportunities

So I missed out on the possible rendezvous with the PR girl from the resort, mostly because J had me all busy going out with her after breakfast. 

There had been a window of opportunity when she signed us up for a spa session: I could have just snuck out to meet up with PR girl, but I needed a nice rub-down too, and that was that.

We left the hotel, but I've still got her name-card, and I'm thinking I could always head back to go look for her on a trip with the boys-- then it'll be winks all around as we'd each seek out a scandal of our own, given our history-- and they did say we'd need a get-together soon enough.

***

J and I headed back to Singapore, and over dinner, my broker called, and I realised while we were busy  getting sun-tans and me trying to get into the pants of some hottie hotel staff, we'd had some missed calls over Saturday and Sunday with regards to a property we'd been trying to sell for a while in Kuala Lumpur: there'd been an interested buyer after the show-around by the agent, and he was ready to make an offer but since the calls didn't get through, he passed on the deal as "he had a flight to catch", as the broker put it.

Right, and we're thus looking to miss out on a seven-digit figure (in SGD, not ringgit, incidentally) just like that. Apparently the buyer wanted to make an offer pretty close to our target price too.

"No worries, love", J ever optimistic as ever beamed. She was pretty certain we'd get more buyers soon enough, and besides, there was still a tenancy in effect, so we've got things covered a bit.

...and somehow, talking about business seemed to make J horny for whatsoever reasons; in a blink of an eye, she'd gone from talking about dollars and sense to whispering naughty things and talking dirty, and I wouldn't say no to fucking her on the leather couch-- and I didn't care if the curtains weren't drawn and people from the next block could look in and see us going at it.

***

And now that I'm back, it's decisions, strategy and tactics: Izzy wants me to meet her tomorrow after her classes; Brunetta the Italian mama wants to do lunch; and Mrs M's texted me to say "Hubby not in town again."

I could try juggle all 3 on the same day, but why rush myself, eh? But I'm actually more inclined to meeting Bru, since it's more like a sensing her out again kind of meeting after her trail went cold since the last time we'd been together months ago. And besides, with Bru, there'd always be surprises...so who knows. *grins*

Lunch date

Youngling Izzy caught up with me a lot quicker than I’d expected. The thing about full-time university students is that they probably have a lot of free time, and it’s no wonder then that she’d call me as soon as her morning classes had ended. 

“Let’s have lunch”, she chirped happily, and so we did: picked her up from the uni, and we headed down town. 

And while I was driving, naughty Izzy slided one hand over, unzipped my pants, reached in and started playing with my already-hard rod, her thumb rubbing on the head of my cock, and before long, it was wet with anticipation. She tried giving me a blowjob, but isn’t easy to do so given the structure of the car (with a covered axle running right between us). 

By the time we reached our destination, I was having a bulge in my pants and she beamed like a kid who’d just scored top grades or something. She held my hand and as we made our way out from the car in the parking lot, she placed my hand under her short cotton skirt where I felt the naked skin of her bum and that tiny string of her thong between her cheeks. 

We were supposed to be having lunch, but instead we found ourselves in a handicapped toilet and I was reaching up her skirt, pulling her thong off as she giggled and took her top off, her perky nipples just teasing to be sucked. And being in the small confines of that cubicle meant she clung on close to me as I entered her tight pussy and with every thrust a soft moan or sigh right next to my ear; the scent of her sweet perfume heightened every little sensation of our little tryst. I came inside her, and she was kissing me constantly as we cleaned up. 

We walked out of the toilet, thinking no one would have seen us, and the coast was clear, actually—or so we thought: some Indian worker walked past us, and he would’ve seen the two of us coming out from the toilet. 

No matter, I’m sure it wouldn’t come to much, and he probably understands when he sees a guy and a pretty sweet young thing in a situation like that, draw his own conclusions. 

Lunch was a pretty simple affair, and half the time I got irritated by the loud chatter around us thanks to the large lunchtime crowd, and I made a mental note never to head down to lunch in a place where I’d have to compete for space with these corporate minions. 

As we went back to the car, she turned to me and went “oh shucks, you do realise the boyfriend works in the area right?” and then laughed. 

“Well, just say I’m someone you’re interviewing for your thesis or something”, I grinned. So we drove back to the uni, and she headed back to her hall as she was supposed to have netball practice in the afternoon. 

Honestly, it was quite a weird feeling having to pick her up to and from school, since it felt like a Lolita experience or sorts. 

Then again, Izzy’s 21, a legal adult by every definition, and in addition to that, it didn’t matter if she was headed back to the uni for extra-curricular activities (the decent kind) or shagging some other undergrad dude—we both know it’s a purely no-strings, fun-only arrangement. 

Right, got to go, picking up J and we’re headed for a short weekend getaway tomorrow morning.