And again...

Hooker platforms, and a sexy pair of wet undies. And only because I asked for her to dress up in her most slutty of outfits, and surprise me. 

Sexy hairy delicious oyster, as you can see...and very, very yummy and juicy. Just love these sweet young things who are so eager to please.

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.

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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.

Lovely way to start the day...

Was woken up this morning by a text message on the phone that went off at 7am, and just as I was about to rant about who the heck would be sending messages that early, as it turned out, it was lovely Sue, a very pretty twenty-something Thai PR consultant I'd hooked up with (and latter shagged) one evening at the Movers & Shakers event in Bangkok two weeks back. 

She'd texted to say she would be heading out to meet a client at some office near my condo, and wondering if she could swing by for "morning coffee", as she puts it. Apparently she loves the Nespressos I'd brought over from SG, and I thought yeah, why the hell not: would be nice to see her again too, especially since I thought it would probably be a ONS affair after that one time.

So after that, I roused myself from bed,  took a shower, and at about 8.15, the security concierge called to inform me I had a guest at the lobby. 

...and to cut the long story short, she came up to the apartment, and soon as she was through, she started peeling off her blouse and skirt -- sexy thong and a pretty bra with those shiny little jewellery, and needless to say, I needn't any further invite to get started.

She apologised for not having shaved her pussy, not that I mind, really, and to show I didn't, I went down on her and gobbled her up as she pushed herself up against the dining table. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as I took mouthfuls of her, sucking and licking away happily, and then because I'd done such a good job, she led me by the hand to the couch, laid me down, and started stroking, licking and sucking on my cock and massaging my balls as she went about with her "magical" blowjob.

And to top it all off: 

Yes, she did earn her Nespresso after that, and she left by 9 so she could be on time for her 9.30 meeting. 

Lovely morning quickie, I must say, and not before she asked if we could do dinner Friday at her place... nice one. :)

"I'll be surprisingly good for you..."

The first time La Femme stayed over at my place some many years ago, we were watching Evita while cuddling up on the couch, and things just happened from there as this song was playing. Somehow the lyrics seemed to resonate with what we were doing, and as she whispered "I'll be surprisingly good for you", it marked the start of our relationship.

Revisited Evita again the other day, and as this song came on, same thing again.

I'm Juan Peron to her Eva.


 

Men & egos.

So the lady I met at the dinner last evening thought I was a bit of an "egotist" and a typical "Singaporean MCP"-- both accusations I don't even attempt to deny. Ordinarily, I wouldn't take offense at anyone making such observations, and in her case, given what a hot number she's got on her last evening, a pair of luscious lips that are simply inviting for a kiss, and eyes that seem to look right through me, I suppose however big an MCP she may think I am, I could just let the comments pass.

Especially when the comments are nothing in relation to what I'm like as a lover or companion, but more to do with business, since it was more of a social/business networking thing. I used to dread attending such functions, but these days, given the scale of projects I'm getting myself into, I need all the help I can get, and if I have to put on the old monkey suit and spend the evening talking to old farts who nevertheless have access to a world of funds, so be it.

But she isn't an old fart, and her tete-a-tete with me-- more to do with her trying to sound as tough as she could in a world of wolves and lions, all of whom are probably figuring who amongst them would get a chance to shag her-- proved to be quite a respite from stuffy conversations with hedge fund managers and such. They smoked too much anyway.

The irony as I found out is that while she thinks I'm a bit of an egotist and MCP, I chanced upon a conversation she had with a mutual acquaintance...and that was where, to my (very pleasant) surprise, it turns out, she reads this very blog that I'm sure smacks of my arrogance and egoism as well!

I didn't mean to overhear her that time, seriously, because all I wanted was to grab another stem of martini and gin, and I heard the words "Secret Casanova blog..."

Sure, there could be many more secret Casanova blogs out there, but the coincidences...she's been following my previous blogs from 2005, even though I've changed the addresses a number of time. 

In any case, here's the test: you know who you are, and if you're reading these words, here's the egotistic MCP in the dark jacket who told you the problem these days with women is that they're all trying too hard to outdo the men...and believe it or not, I'm the joker whose writing you've been reading all this while. 

On alpha-males, and such.

The team was out having drinks after work on a Friday, and while Liz had thought the guys would probably find the whole thing a chore because their boss had instructed for it to happen, in the end, the evening turned out pretty well, and I think the males managed to bond pretty good-- not sure about the women though, because they probably find Liz's presence a little overwhelming.

 

The thing about men is that after a while, once everyone understood the pecking order at work, all things fall into place, and I suppose it's all about showing you're the alpha male in the pack and why you deserve to be the leader.

 

With women, a whole set of other factors come into play, and I kinda thing between me and Liz, she probably has a harder time winning the support of the ladies in the office than I would with both the males and the females.

 

So anyway, by the time the initial round of drinks were done, people started opening up, and before long, the guys were sharing about almost everything under the sun. I guess it helps too, that for Singaporean males, there was always the convenient topic of national service that brings an immediate common bond in conversations.

 

I tried not to pay too much attention to Liz as we'd agreed never to act intimately in front of the other colleagues even though the two of us had a thing for making out in the office after work hours; still, there were little moments when we would find ourselves wandering off to some corner under the pretext of smoke breaks where we'd hold hands, hug and kiss...only to separate when we noticed someone coming up to join us.

 

One instance, one of our male subordinates came up and joined the smoking session, and I noticed the way he'd been looking at Liz on a number of occasions and guessed he was attracted to her. As soon as he came up, she excused herself and went over to chat with the other guys (totally ignoring the ladies), and the dude was still watching her as he lit up his cigarette.

 

"She's quite a woman, don't you think", I asked as I took a drag.

 

The guy nodded, then after some casual chat about other irrelevant things, he shared that he'd tried to ask Liz out on a number of occasions, only to be turned down.

 

"It's probably to do with the fact that I'm younger, and more junior", he lamented.

 

***

I guess deep inside every self-confessional alpha male is an elitist prick who takes a Machiavellian delight knowing he's outdone every other male in the room in one thing or another.

 

In the case of my subordinate sharing about his attraction to my deputy/his boss/my lover, and sensing the frustration of his thoughts of probably wanting to fuck her but couldn't, the inner devil was just screaming to say "That's why I'm your boss and fucking the woman you desire...and try harder."

 

Of course, it isn't about fucking women-- a bona fide alpha male goes only for the best in life, and is it any wonder then that the guys in power suits would almost certainly go for established car marques, dining at the nicest places in town, or going for luxury comfort on vacations? I've yet to meet an alpha who goes by without advertising his position and dominance, and I suppose everything factored in, it's no wonder then that we exude the kind of self-confidence and arrogant charm that many women are attracted to.

 

It doesn't help too, that La Femme is herself one of those power-suited women, the equal of the alpha in me; I guess that's why I may come across as having what one of my female subordinates called an "overbearing dominance presence".

 

My own observations are that women are generally attracted to men in power positions at work. Sure, there's always a chance for the meek and the sensitive new-age guys, but more often than not, throw the aggressive alpha into the picture, and SNAG's girlfriend ends up getting seduced by bad-ass alpha.

 

And the thing is: you don't get to be a true-blue alpha male until you get somewhere at near or at the top of the chain of command.

 

I started my career in the military, and in my opinion, that's where you learn about the natural pecking order of things and power politicking early on; as a young officer, I had to learn how to stroke the egos of colonels and generals, while establishing my own base with the specialists and other ranks. When I left the military, I was holding the rank of a major -- the prized middle-rank where you have a considerable amount of power and authority, yet far away from the firing squad when it comes to accountability, and we always joked that majors have more fun than any other rank in the army.

 

Anyway, I suppose the military experience forms the basis of my somewhat cocky attitude; but I think I balance that pretty well with ensuring I know what I'm doing at work, so much so I can safely say I do a pretty darn good job better than my subordinates would, and one way I established this very quickly was giving practical suggestions to solve problems. My guys now perceive their leader is able to come up with ideas to help them do their jobs better, and that's how I managed to build rapport at work in a short amount of time.

 

After yesterday, I guess the men would also realize that once out of the workplace, their leader was someone who'd throw all the problems at work aside, and go for the finer things of the moment; and since we were in a pub, the finer things would refer obviously to attractive women in the room.

 

I sense some of them would have probably guessed there was something going on between me and Liz, and it sort of puts a half-smile on my face knowing it's not just that one guy who came up to me and openly confessed his attraction to Liz, but probably most of the guys at work fantasize about having sex with her-- I already mentioned her penchant for going about braless under her work-blouses sometimes, and it's hard for guys not to notice these things and wish they could see more of her hot sexy body, taste and have her.

 

...And that's where I'd say "try harder, boys."

 

The snob in me says you're just a wannabe trying too hard...

On web chats, and honesty.

Right people, it's time for some brutal honesty: it doesn't matter if you're male or a female, and regardless of your relationship status -- married, divorced, separated, single, "it's complicated", "we're having sex and dating but we don't know" etc, admit it: if you're hooked up on social dating sites, web chats and such, even if you're saying "I'm here to know people", what you're really saying is "I'm looking for someone I wanna fuck."

 

Sure, some of you would start getting defensive, I understand. But when a really interesting subject comes on board, pretty sure the reactions would be very, very different from what you'd be telling people.

 

And I find it's the women who lie the most about such things.

 

Take this 36 year old lady I was chatting with on WeChat the other day. She's married with 2 kids, and in her introductory message, she started off saying she's "happily married" and she's here to "just make friends."

 

Her next message read: So if you're one of those weirdos seeking out sex online, sorry.

 

I assured her I wasn't. That was partly true, I mean, come on, chances are you and I would only seek out the attractive looking people (in our own perspectives) or accept chat requests from people we find reasonably good-looking. If you're a guy, you'd most likely go for a pretty face that comes with a hot bod with nice boobs and ass-- no other way about it. So you can't blame me for initiating a conversation with someone who, based on the photos of her in a bikini and assuming it is her in the pictures, comes across as friendly pretty.

 

The other part that was true was that I'm not a big obsessive fan of online chats, and I only log on when there's really nothing else nice to watch on the 200+ channels I subscribed to via Starhub. And that's how I ended up chatting with "Cherry".

 

So the rest of the conversation went on pretty clean and polite, with us sharing about what we did at work, and I shared about some experiences I had on my previous job.

 

She asked about my relationship status, I went on to answer her as honestly as I could about my relationship with La Femme, and she got puzzled.

 

She probed, I answered.

 

Then came the part she went: so you base your relationships mostly on sex yeah?

 

She got me stumped for a moment, and I suppose I was just trying to get her questions over and done with, and I just typed "I suppose so."

 

She didn't stop there.

Cherry: I suppose you have a lot of flings?

 

Me: Honestly, yes.

Cherry: Hmm... so your partner knows?

Me: Well she knows, and she doesn't, if you know what I mean.

Cherry: So do you meet a lot of women for sex from WeChat?

Me: Not a lot; but one or two previously. (and that was the truth)

Cherry: What kind of women do you like then?

I was about to write "sexy gorgeous naughty mommies like you" but I didn't. Instead I said "No preferences, really, just go with the flow."

And that was when she became direct.

Cherry: So would you find me interesting then?

Me: I do.

Cherry: Why?

Me: Because you're very attractive and it's hard not to notice that.

Cherry: Flatterer...but I like that answer.

Me: Depends on where flattery and sweet talk would get me.

I started to wonder whatever happened to "I'm here just to make friends".

Cherry: So what do I make you feel like doing to me then?

Me: Everything and anything naughty. LOL

And that was pretty much a point of no-return, because next thing she asked was if I had a Skype and a webcam, and 5 minutes later, I was watching her in her study room, engaging in a raunchy chat, and though she didn't take off all her clothes, she was rubbing herself as we talked naughty and dirty.

I suppose for some women, that sort of thing is a whole lot safer than actually having an affair in person with a random stranger.

But here's the conclusion: Cherry now wants to meet up in real time, and "see how things go" from there.

 

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.

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.