A little romp...

So I managed to get a little time off my increasingly busy schedule these days to meet up with Zann on her day off. 

It started when she texted "hi" and I sent her a pic of my dick, hard from a nice dream of threesomes with some fiesty lusty babes:

She responded in kind, and for one, when a woman with D cuppers texts you a pic like this, you don't say no:

Turns out she just had her period and was feeling extremely horny, which suited me fine. Our previous romps had been just quickies in the car, and when we finally had a chance to have a good time in the privacy of her home, you can be sure I'd find every means to make it last.

She didn't even have to dress for the part, really, and as soon as her front door was open, she led me to her room where I discovered her panties were already wet with the anticipation of a good session. Took her bra off, and my goodness, those boobs feel great in my hands and her nipples were already hard.

I sucked hard on her tits as I stroked her wet panties, urging her on. She moaned as my fingers probed into her, her pussy juices flowing, her pubes moist, and me wanting to have a good taste of her.

She took my cock in her mouth and started sucking and licking as I continued to finger her. I loved the skill at which she moved on to lick and suck on my fat balls, sucking hard as her hands cupped my balls, my cock just rubbing against her nose and cheek as she did so. Encouraged by her skill, I fingered her harder and deeper, which in turn led her to want more of my cock.

I finally went down on her, and it was such a sight with her legs spread and a moist welcoming clit greeting me. I licked and sucked at her clit as I fingered her, and she moaned with every little delight and pleasure.

She got on her hands and knees and I finally entered her doggie-style, my fat cock filling her wet pussy, and she let out a sigh. There's something I love about fucking a woman with big boobs, watching them bounce as I thrust in and out of her, my hands cupping her breasts and feeling the rhythm as I thrust deep and hard into her.

And when you have a woman who's just as lusty, horny and needy, the feeling's great: the early morning pre-work romp was worth every bit.

I would have loved for the session to be longer, had we arranged to meet on a non-work day; it wasn't to be so, for I had work, and she was preparing to meet her boyfriend after our little sexcapade. Still, it was worth the while as she enthusiastically licked and sucked on my cock after I'd come, cleaning me up nicely after our little session.

I'm trying to arrange another meet-up with Zann, and this time, hopefully with more time...and of course pics or a vid for your viewing pleasure.

***

Seeking...

So I'm back in SG after spending the last couple of years on an overseas posting, and now that I'm all settled in, I guess I'm back looking for more romps and escapades in one of my favourite cities.

What am I seeking this time around? I guess a little more than casual encounters. A regular FWB based in SG would be nice, someone with whom we could enjoy more than just the sex, someone for great company, with whom we could spend time talking just about anything under the sun, a travel companion etc.

So, any takers? :D

Play hard after work...

So we work hard, and we play harder. Guess that's the way it is here in Bangkok, where it's definitely a far livelier party scene than in SG. 

Met P at Levels while I was out with some guys from work. The boys were in the mood for a little "hunting", typical farangs as they are, and that usually meant hook-ups and all. We were supposed to play support to Tim, our IT Director, who was meeting this girl he had hooked up with on Tinder; in the end he played us out after Tinder gal decided she was more comfortable with a one-on-one dinner than out with the work mates on a first date. So in the end, there we were, an Asian dude and two other farang fellas (one Brit and a Canadian) just plying on the drinks, talking about random shit and stuff, and checking out some really fine ladies who had come to the club.

Swear to you a number of them were probably social escorts who preferred entrapping lonesome dudes than to stand on the streets or relying on Craigs List to solicit clients. There was this Russian-looking chick, for instance, who was an absolute gem to watch -- even more absolute as she gyrated her sexy slinky form to the dance beats -- and once or twice we'd made eye contact, and after I decided to get bored of my companions who by now were more preoccupied with 2 local Thai ladies who shared the table with us, I decided to go over and tried to get acquainted with the Russian; turns out my initial assessment was right, for it was 3 lines into a convo before she actually asked if I wanted to bring her home for 5000 baht. 

In truth, nothing wrong with paying for an escort especially when you're living and working in a city like Bangkok, but there were options too, so I passed. Russian girl in turn wasn't at all disappointed, for she very quickly got picked up by this Indian dude (complete with a white turban, I kid you not), and judging by how she was leading him by the hand out of Levels, I guess our friend was probably going to think it was money well spent the next morning.

But like I said, there were options, and it wasn't before long when I had this young pretty thing coming up to me and chatting. She was a local Thai girl, but quite unlike the usual, for her diction was good, and you could tell she actually put effort into learning how to speak good English.

My initial thoughts were she's probably another escort, but no matter, let's see where this leads to. She claimed to be a university student doing a Masters, and she was out with some girlfriends as it was the birthday of one of them. She could have said she was really a totally different alien species, because all I was focused on was her luscious lips that I was hoping to plant my own on, and the swell of her delicious looking breasts with nipples peeking out from her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra I guessed, yet there were outlines of odd lines across her chest where you'd imagine a bra would be.

In short, she got me curious, so, escort or not, I decided to ask her if she would like to go over to my place for the rest of the evening.

She said no. And I thought that was that, but instead, she took my hand, whispered in my ear and said "love hotel". 

...and that was why about 30 minutes drive later, we found ourselves in a pretty little love motel where apparently Thai couples would go to for trysts and such. It was interesting: there were themes within the motel, but we decided on a "regular" room. She took her clothes off, and then I understood: she'd been wearing this rather interesting looking lingerie on that left her breasts exposed, and it does seem like she'd worn it because she was expecting sex:

Tell you the truth, the sight of her in that thing is a great turn on, and needless to say I couldn't help but to go for the obvious: grabbing those beautiful boobies and planting my lips on those little nipples of hers.

I turned her over, got down behind her and traced my fingers and tongue along that little lacey strip that ran along her ass and towards her moist tender pussy lips. She sighed as I licked away at her pussy, her hand reaching down to rub at her clit as I continued licking and sucking away at her delicious pussy. I had a compulsion to stroke my own hard cock as I tasted her, her little moans augmenting the moment. 

We got on the bed; she still hasn't gotten rid of that little number she's got on. Not that I'm complaining, but in a sense, it would be interesting if she kept it on the whole time. I parted her legs and started licking away at her clit again, teasing her and taking in the smell of her pussy and the taste of her as she started rubbing at her nipples while I slid a condom on.

I slid my cock into her tight wet little hole, and my my, the feel of it as I pushed myself deep and hard inside her. 

"I love your cock", she whispered as I thrust inside her, one hand squeezing at her breast and gently tugging at a nipple. She twitched and gave a little squeal as I tugged a little harder at the nipple as I pushed inside her deeper.

She rocked herself against me and urged me to thrust faster and harder. 

"Don't stop", she said as I continued the tugging at her nipple while we fucked. Her moans got louder as I continued thrusting, and almost at the same moment, we climaxed. I could feel her fingers digging into my shoulders as her pussy tightened and legs quivering as I shot my load. 

She rolled the condom off me and took my cock into her mouth, her tongue lingering against the wet head, and her fingers massaging my balls as she sucked. I reciprocated by squeezing at her breasts, and tugging at her nipples once more.

---

Round 2 saw me sitting on the edge of the bed and her doing a reverse cowgirl on me, proudly showing off her sexy full ass as she slid herself up and down my rod. She really enjoyed the whole tugging at her nipples thing, and I couldn't help playing with them myself as she rode enthusiastically, rubbing at her clit as we fucked.

By this time, I was convinced she could well be a professional, judging from her oral skills before she got on top of me again (managed to make me cum in her mouth again); and at this point, I couldn't care less-- if I had to pay, it was well spent. She gyrated her hips as she moved up and down my hard rod, and I could feel every little movement as her pussy contracted again and again each time she hit a right spot. Her pussy juices were flowing down towards my balls, and I was loving every little moment of it.

I came again, and once more, she got off, pulled the condom off and started licking at the shaft and sucking at my balls, her eyes looking at mine as she had the sluttiest look I'd ever seen on her face. 

We had just enough time for one last fuck in the shower before the time was up, and in the end, she wasn't an escort as I thought, because no exchange of money ever took place. It turned out just as well that she was really a bored undergrad out looking for fun, and the best part was she never quite told me her name, except that she picked up my phone, dialled herself a missed call, and then smiled as she keyed in "HardCock" under the contact name. She told me to save her name as "honey", and said she'd call the next time she wanted "a good time". 

Would have been great to bring her back home, then she said something about having to go back to Levels so her boyfriend could pick her up. 

Boyfriend... it does seem that a number of the women I'm getting here are either married or attached. But it's not a bad thing given how I would prefer no-strings attached.

Till the next session then, honey.

Back to business.

Well I've settled the new venture(s) more or less, and now that things are on track, I finally found some time to blog. 

Amazing how after these few years, my thoughts are still with The Baroness...and I realised how bad I'd screwed up and wish there was some way I could make amends and re-start with her once more. To say the least, and to be very frank, after that bad departure, I thought I'd be able to find someone to connect with the same way I felt I did with her...but no avail. I realised too I should have been a lot more upfront and certain about where I'd like to be with her, and if she somehow asked me again, I'd say I'd it's more like a FB sort of relationship...physical, yet truly build a friendship, but no strings.

Anyway, me being a jerk aside, since the last company and I parted ways, so too did Liz and Sunshine Girl, and while I still meet up with Liz now and then still, I'd had to think thrice about getting her on board in my new venture: can't afford to screw it up in return for a bit of tail, so to speak.

I've been traveling quite a bit on the new business, and in fact in 2 weeks' time I'd be up in Myanmar for a project. Funny thing is how the trips seem to make me think more about The Baroness somehow, and sort of wishing she would be there on the trips with me.

If only.

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

Speaking of brunettes and blondes...

Dinner last night was a mostly social affair with no hidden agendas, even though I'd arranged to meet up with hot Italian momma Bru and a friend of hers (blondie, very tight and fit looking Aussie lady) whom she'd gotten to know from bringing her kids to soccer practice. Soccer moms-- one a regular fuck-buddy, the other potentially a lay-- what more could I possibly ask for? *grins*

 

So anyway, we met up at Arossa Grill and Wine Bar at Scott's Square, and along the way, the casual chatter had become an exchange of mommy tips between the brunette and the blond, and that's where I started to get a little bored.

 

But I didn't take my eyes off blondie Kym, and I thought she looked a little like a Nichole Kidman lookalike (no joke), albeit a little more tanned from the tropical sun, with freckles on her face that in a way made her look kinda cute, really. She caught sight of me looking at her as she spoke to Bru, who was probably aware but pretended to be oblivious that I may have taken an interest in her friend; once or twice, Kym had looked back at me, did the hair flip thing, and she was crossing and un-crossing her legs--one point she had liked her lips while looking right at me, followed by a wry smile: classic flirting signals.

 

The opportunity came when Bru had to get up to go pick up a call, and that was where Kym looked at me as I sipped a glass of wine and smiled at her. She asked about what I did, and I found out she was working freelance as a graphic designer, but mostly she was a housewife who took care of a six-year-old and a three-year-old toddler at home. Her husband Greg was an aviation engineer who often worked long hours-- touch point one: mostly absent husband of a pretty wife, worthwhile considering to invest a little more time on Kym.

 

As we spoke, I was looking right into her eyes, and I imagined what it would be like to have her naked right next to me: tanned skin, nice perky tits, shaven blond pussy...and in my mind, we were already rolling on the bed having hot passionate sex. If only I could telepathically communicate these thoughts with her!

 

We did manage to exchange numbers on the pretext that she was interested in taking up yoga instructor certification classes, and a friend of mine had a studio that did just that: told her I could hook them up, and maybe she might want me to drive her down to the studio if she wants to check it out.

 

She took up the offer, and punctuated that with another lip-lick: and I'm thinking I probably piqued her interest. We made a tentative date where she said she'd find time later this week to head down to the studio, and I conveniently threw in coffee, and she laughed and said "sure, why not?"

 

And that's where I thought I felt the brush of her leg against mine, and it lingered for a while moving gingerly up and down, and as I looked at pretty Kym, the glimpse of her cleavage through her spaghetti tank-top, I wanted so much to just grab her, pull her jeans off and reveal what I pictured to be her clad in a G-string and just do whatever I so love to do with her...

 

...and that's about when Bru came back, and we were back to talking about trivial stuff before we called it a night, given both ladies had to be home for their "curfew" on a Sunday night.

 

Kym was going to meet her husband at nearby ION, and I drove Bru home. I suppose she had been a little jealous I was giving a lot more attention to Kym, and she started stroking my thigh as I drove, moving her hand gingerly over my groin, and she just kept at it.

 

She didn't ask anything about Kym. When we reached her place, she turned and kissed me, her hand unzipping and moving into my jeans to massage my cock and my balls. I undid the buttons of her blouse, then moved my hand under her bra to squeeze and tease at her breasts and nipples. I unzipped her shorts and pulled them off, one hand stroking her ass and tracing the slit of her pussy along her already wet panties as she leaned over, bent down and started giving me a blow job. I moved my fingers inside her panties, stroking her pubic hair and pushed them inside her wet slippery pussy as her head bobbed up and down along my shaft, hearing her sigh as I continued to fuck her with my fingers.

 

She just kept at it, sucking on my cock, licking at my cockhead, massaging my balls and allowing herself to ride on my fingers. I could feel slight tremors between her thighs, her pussy juices flowing beautifully down; and she'd just kept on going until I came inside her mouth.

 

We tidied up, and I realized we'd just done a naughty deed while the car was parked along the open visitors' lot at her condo. It'd been challenging to justify anything had someone come up along the car and looked in, but I guess we were lucky this time.

 

My fingers were still wet with Bru's juices when she kissed me again and got out of the car.

 

"I wanna see you real soon", she said in mock frustration; nothing I wouldn't do for her, and I said I'd call her. I drove off without even bothering to zip up, my cock still hard from thinking about fucking both Kym and Bru at the same time: would Kym be as juicy and horny as Bru, who would I take first if I had both at the same time, and who would I love to do that Jap porn bukkake thing?

 

And I was wondering how to go about arranging for a threesome with Kym and Bru, really. Would be quite an event, don't you think?

 

 



Gym encounters

First up: when I said hello to the lady at the gym today, it wasn't because I wanted to get her attention because I was hoping to fuck her some time, even though I would given how tight her ass looked in her bike shorts, her pretty face and lovely tanned skin; instead, I was genuinely intrigued by the BH road bike I saw her parking outside the gym. 

I haven't seen a lot of BH bikes being ridden on the roads, and given my own Pinarello bike was parked right next to hers, we struck up quite a conversation, and rather timely too since coffee was in the order after my weights training and her step aerobics session.

If you want to fast forward your reading and wonder what's next hours later, no, we didn't fuck-- not yet at least-- but we ended up arranging to go for a ride together this Friday night, among other things we talked about over coffee.

I love women who are very at ease and confident about themselves, and I liked the way she'd tilt her head to one side, exposing the beautiful tanned skin of her neck as she flipped her long jet black hair back-- so inviting for a lingering kiss, I'd say. She's got a lovely smile and her dark eyes seemed to sparkle as we laughed and joked, and how I wish I could just reach over to pull her close to me, then pull her shorts off and hike up her top and just fuck her right in the open.

Even bigger a bonus was the fact that she wasn't the sort who had to rush off to work but could have the luxury of time at her hands since she was some kind of freelance designer. 

To be honest, I did notice her before at the gym, but I guess I was too caught up with Gym MILF--make that all the other MILFs I'd picked up-- to actually make my move. Odd that I'd try to strike a conversation because of the bicycle she rode.

I got kinda comfy around her, and I was having a great time just chatting her up when I realised I had a lunch appointment, and riding home for a change would take me about 2 hours, so reluctantly I said goodbye to her, but not before I gave her a quick peck on her cheek before going off.

She's quite a foxy one, and I'm just wondering if the night bicycling trip could prove to be something interesting come Friday.

The New MILF

You can certainly expect sparks to fly when you put a woman who says she's well-versed in the ways of men, and a man who thinks he knows exactly how to please and tease a woman: she knew exactly where I love to be stroked, sucked and licked; I knew the right amount of touch and pressure with my fingers and tongue-- the overall effect was beautiful, it was a lustful symphony played out close to perfection, it was heaven when I finally came on her and she in turn responding with quivers of her tummy and thighs.

Ancient Japanese sex books called it "the moment of the clouds and the moon", and I certainly had no regrets taking time off from gym and MMA training to meet up with The New MILF on the first day of my week off.

I'm still relishing in the memory of the taste of her yummy wet cunt that seemed to be never-endingly flowing with her juices, the feel of her full breasts and perky nipples as I played and teased; the scent of her perfume as we made love on the sheets, and the sensations of how great it felt when she never worked her inquisitive tongue on my balls and the suction as she took my cock in her mouth.

***

On a separate note, young lover Izzy is getting a little pissed I seem to have forgotten about her these past few weeks. So just to convince her she was missed even if I was fucking other lovely ladies, I promised to spend the rest of the next 2 days with her and her only (lucky J isn't in town again), and she seemed appeased with that-- "pending performance", she teased.

So it's gonna be a busy week even though I'm off from work it seems. :)

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*

Luscious lips

Went for an early morning swim while J was asleep, and as it turned out, things got a little more than a simple dip in the pool.

When I went down the water, the pool lights were off, and it was still rather dark; no lifeguards around, and the security guys probably didn't give a damn, so off I went, doing laps thinking I'd be alone when I collided halfway with a soft svelte body. 

"I'm sorry", I said, as I held her by her waist right in the middle of the pool. I was concerned I'd knocked into her hard, and that she'd concuss or something.

Instead, we ended up chatting by the side while immersed in water, and through the surrounding lights around the pool, I could make out a young twenty-something pretty face with a sultry voice-- and not to mention down in the water, a warm body in a bikini with some really nice boobs.

I found out she was from Jakarta, and worked at the hotel as some marketing executive, and she usually does early morning swims before she starts work. As we talked, I could feel my rod getting hard as we somehow got closer to each other, my hand occasionally holding the small of her back to "stop" her from floating away in the water, and there was the accidental brushes of her hand against my thighs.

Enough of the dancing around, I found myself pulling her close to me at one point, and she didn't show any signs of protest either, and we somehow locked lips right there in the pool. She was close to me, and I'm sure she could feel the bulge of my hard cock pressing against her legs.

And then somehow, my hands found their way under her bikini top, massaging her toned full breasts, my fingers rubbing against her hard nipples. She, in turn, had her hands running down my back and squeezing my bum, and I'm glad that I'd been working out quite a bit.

I moved my hands down to her ass, and while we still kissed, I was tracing my fingers along her bottom, and lingered at her crotch, gently stroking her mound. She started rubbing at my cock, and I never found myself wanting to kiss a woman's lips so much as she stroked me.

...then just when things were heating up, the pool lights came on, and we could make out the shapes of other early morning swimmers, so we tidied up and tried to look as decent as we could. Tough, because my cock was still hard, and anyone who was swimming past would probably see a morning salute to the sexy woman next to me.

She got off the pool saying she had to change up, and then asked which room I was staying in. She'd have obviously known I wasn't on vacation alone since I already told her, and we were figuring how it would be possible to have a little get-together again in a room where we could probably do things the proper way.

Hmm. That is a good question, and for all the little tricks I could think of, I can't seem to come up with anything where I could have the PR girl in bed while I'm supposed to be on vacation with J. Other than making another trip down on my own, that is.

Gears in the head a-churning...

Of toned bodies and such...

I don't deliberately work out just so to impress the ladies; I admit the gym is one place I've scored with some really classy and dishy ones, but definitely not the only reason why I spend hours training and  toning up.

I've been doing a lot more running, long distance cycling and lifting heavier weights since I've gone back to playing rugby and a new-found interest in triathlons. I'm a far cry from the really lean tri-athlete types, but I think the trainings been paying off rather well: I'm running longer distances and I seem to get more energetic.

And of course, the compliments from the ladies: J thinks I'm a lot more toned these days; Brunetta, the Italian expat wife I had a little tryst with but hadn't seen for months till last week, is now showing a renewed interest and she wants to "do lunch" once I'm back Monday.

Certainly flattering, and I don't think I was imagining it when I caught sight of a few tanned and toned ladies giving me a second look and smiles at the hotel pool, so I guess the hard work's paying off a lot more than I bargained for.

You'd think that in my daily job, it's a cardinal sin if you gained extra pounds so much so you looked tardy in your work clothes-- impressions are everything, no-- but the truth is that once you've been caught up in daily operations, it's easy to just let things slide and you become a fatty bom-bom before you knew it.

At least that's one thing I've managed to avoid, even at my age when I'm supposedly having a slower metabolic rate and such. 

Would be nice to catch up with Bru again *wink wink*; and meanwhile, Izzy's a little jealous I'm spending my Bintan weekend with J while she's stuck in Singapore with the prospect of boyfriend working over the weekend and me having a good time with my other woman.

"I'll make you pay", Izzy had texted, complete with a smiley. I hope she meant it. ;)

Looks like it's gonna be a 'busy' week ahead once I'm back, but for now, it's just about J and me.

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.

Weekend fun.

I was roused from bed this morning with a wake-up call in the form of a luscious pair of lips on my cock. Mrs M apparently had woken up earlier than I did, and she decided to get to work right away.

Not that I have anything to complain, of course, but I’d think she would have had quite a lot of action from yesterday and before we finally laid back in bed at about 2am—tired, naked, but fingers and hands still running up and down each other’s bodies as we dozed off. 

Yesterday had been one of those luckier days when her schedule and mine coincided; actually, it was more a case where we both became “single” for the weekend where J was not in town, and her hubby was away on reservist training, so we decided to capitalise on the situation. 

The whole weekend sexcapade thing was deliberately planned: she’d packed a small getaway bag, and we already decided we’d spend it over at my place. As soon as we got home (mine, that is), we locked lips, and I couldn’t wait to get her clothes off. 

I’ve been wanting to have Mrs M naked, up close and personal since I met this leggy sexy MILF at the gym three weeks ago, and after all the teasing and flirting on Whatsapp and Skype, here we were, a perfect opportunity to play out all the sexual tension that’d been building up—once, I found myself with a hard on as I was talking to her at the gym watching her in her tight gym shorts, and she’d been looking and gave a sly grin. She’d reached over to touch lightly when she realised no one was looking, and I wished I could just tear her clothes off and fuck her then, and who cares if she’d just finished a yoga class. 

I took half a day off on Friday, and met her for some lazing around at Siloso Beach; when the weather played up, we adjourned to catching a movie at Vivocity, and thereafter we headed to the Fullerton for dinner. I’d wanted to head down for some drinks thereafter, but she wanted to just head back to my place for the rest of the evening. 

Back in my bedroom, she had on the tiniest pair of thongs, and she got wet quickly as I rubbed her down there, my fingers probing, and the string of her thong disappearing between the folds of her fat pussy lips. Her inquisitive tongue sought out mine, and her own hands had moved down to grab my ass, and she had one firm grip on my cock as soon as she got my boxers off. She threw her head back and sighed softly as I moved my lips down along her neck, and locked onto her hardened dark nipples. 

My fingers still probed at her pussy, and I must say I was working out quite a wet mess on her thong—just the way I love it. She went on her knees and took my cock into her mouth, sucking hard on my shaft as her fingers gently massaged my balls. I stroked her hair, as if to reward her for doing such a good job, and I totally loved it when she started sucking hard and licking my balls as she stroked my rod. 

I couldn’t wait for my turn to get down on her, of course, and by now, her thong had been deliciously wet with her pussy juices. I took them off and sniffed at them as she watched amused, and I held on to her panties as I parted her legs and started licking and sucking at her beautifully shaven yummy pussy. Because she was such a gem, I decided to ‘torment’ her a little longer with some extended oral play even though I could sense she badly wanted me to enter her. She was moaning loudly as she felt my fingers and tongue teasing her clit and licking and sucking away at her pussy. 

And when I finally entered her, she gripped me hard and bit lightly on my left shoulder. As I started to thrust away, she turned to kiss and lick at my neck, and moved her hips in tandem with my thrusts. I stroked her asshole lightly as I fucked her, and decided to be a little naughty and pushed my finger in to probe a little. 

She squirmed, laughed, and the smacked me lightly, but she seemed to enjoy it, so I kept at that little play—not all the way in, just teasing pushes as we fucked. She wanted me to let her know when I was cumming, and when I gave her the signal, she grabbed my cock tight, then put my cock into her mouth just as I shot a load. 

She continued to suck and lick away at my cock, massaging my balls, and fingered herself as she did so. 

She was impressed that I remained hard even after I’d come, and I was all ready for seconds and she continued to stroke my cock and balls and then straddled over me as I laid back on the bed. She sat herself down on my face, and I could feel the wetness of her pussy over my nose and mouth, and started licking away at her pussy again as she once again put her lips over my cock and started sucking. 

Mrs M seemed to be one woman who enjoyed oral play a lot, and this time, she allowed me to do a bukkake on her face, much like those slutty MILFs you have on cheese Jappo porno flicks. 

*** 

Saturday saw us having breakfast at the Saddle Club, and thereafter she had me tag along as she did underwear shopping. I could feel myself getting hard watching her and some other attractive ladies in the shop picking out their intimates, especially the sexy ones, and for a moment I had a little thought where I wished I could fuck all the women in the store as they tried on the lingerie. Too many porn flicks, yes. 

The nice thing about the whole shopping trip thing was how she was holding my hand the way I thought only J would, and that whole girlfriend experience was a new added bonus to this no-strings arrangement I have with Mrs M. On this note, I’m wondering what’s with all the relationship statuses anyway: let’s just put “Open relationship” all the way, and we both know we’re out to have fun with each other. 

The rest of Saturday saw us heading back to my apartment for a sojourn from the shopping, and for some afternoon delight in the form of one 69 and her wanting to rock on me as I sat at the balcony and nothing other than a large towel to hide her nakedness from prying eyes. I have no idea if any of the residents at the neighbouring blocks had a free show in broad daylight, but the only thing I concerned myself with was just how much I loved the feeling of my cock in the warmth of her juicy wet pussy. 

We went for dinner at the St. Regis, and then it was back to my place for the rest of the night—this time involving a dildo and the crotchless panties she’d bought earlier in the day. At one point, we were experimenting with trying to put the sleek silver dildo into her asshole as we fucked, but that soon proved to be a little too much for her to take in her virgin asshole, so we left it at that. She was content with just having my hard cock moving inside her, and she especially loved my tongue and fingers working on her yummilicious cunt. 

*** 

Which is why right about now, I’m feeling like I missed the action of the weekend already, and kinda wished Sunday hadn’t passed so quickly. She had to head back home in the afternoon because she had to pick up her kid from her mother’s, but as she got down from the car, she said she’d love to “do this again soon”. 

I went home, and I discovered she’d left me a little present in the form of the same pair of thongs she was wearing on Friday, still delicious with the scent of her pussy, and I get hard at the memory of it. Nice weekend, and in any case, J’s heading back tomorrow too, so it was just as well. 

Mrs M would be at the gym, and I’m already wondering if I could stop myself getting hard when I see her.

Start to the new year.

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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.

***
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. 

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*

"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?

***

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.