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.

***

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.

I love oysters...

Nothing more other than I absolutely loved eating this out, and it sure was a great session with T last night: the tender folds of her soft pussy lips, the wetness as I ate her out and the smell and taste of her before the penetration deep and hard into her, watching in fascination as she squirted while I licked and sucked hard at her clit and fingered her at the same time.

Her soft moans and sighs as we worked a rhythm, feeling her inner walls pulsate as I thrust, the sound of her wetness as my rod slides in and out of her, and finally shooting my load at the entry to her pearly gates as I pulled out...and after that, watching in amusement as she swiped my cum onto her fingers and licking at them, tasting it all.

Such a great way to end an otherwise uneventful work day.

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.


 

A new car?

Thinking of switching cars again, and I'm quite tempted to get the 2014 Mercedes Benz E250 coupe.

I'm wondering if it's a sexy enough car to impress the ladies...although I probably won't go for red if I do decide on the change. 

I actually went down to the showroom today to check out the E250 coupe (the 2013 version) and went for a test-drive with my MILF-y deputy Liz. She seemed impressed somewhat, and even though she's still of the opinion only middle-aged towkay uncles drove Mercedes, the E250 coupe seemed to sit well with her.

My other option would be an Audi A5 Cabrio, but honestly I'm not a big fan of soft-top convertibles.

I would have loved to try making out with Liz as part of the test-drive, but I doubt they'd allow it. I noticed the car salesman stealing looks at Liz, and I wonder if he'd spotted that she was bra-less as usual under her jacket and blouse, but in any case, it was just as well given he pretty much kept quiet throughout, so I could concentrate on the drive.

***

We got back to the office, and not before we made love in the backseat of my current car...and she decidedly left her panties behind. :)

Today's little romp had been a really close one, because just as we were dressing up (Liz sans her panties), one of the building's security guards happened to walk past the car, and lucky for us he didn't look in, because Liz was just done zipping her skirt back up with her breasts exposed with her blouse unbuttoned, and I was still struggling to do up my pants in the backseat; she quickly crouched back under the seat, and then we both laughed at just how comical we must have looked in that moment of panic.

And the guy was either deaf, or he was oblivious to his surroundings because I'd left the engine running.

We were both still laughing when we finally got out of the car and made our way to the usual smoking spot at the multi-storey carpark. She wasn't laughing any more when I reached one hand under her skirt and stroked at her bare-naked shaven pussy and fingered her.

I could really get used to this arrangement with my deputy/lover... but only when it comes to no-strings attached sex; I've already mentioned she's quite the bitch at work, and she seemed to have taken a delight at tormenting this cute new intern we just hired. Jealous perhaps, that her boss would take a fancy to the sweet young thing? ;)

***

I don't usually troll posts on other sites, but I must say this photo of sexy local model Olivia Ang on Singapore Hall of Shame caught my attention:

Now why can't I have an intern who looks just like that: that's a lovely pussy I would savour slowly all day...and I bet it would taste oh so good; even better if she comes in my mouth as I lick and suck at that beautiful yummy cunt.

How to hook up with Olivia, I wonder... *grins*

"I'm a honey-pot"....

Her: This merlot tastes good, don't you think? Goes well with the steak.

Me: Yes...but I can think of something else that tastes so much sweeter...

Her: Really? Like what?

Me: (leans over to whisper in her ear) Your pussy juices.

Her: (laughing, pushing me off) Naughty! But how exactly do I taste?

Me: ...like ambrosia...elixir of the gods. Like honey...

Her: I'm a honey-pot then, am I not? I mean, I get wet so easily...

Me: Yes. And I can't wait to have a taste of you again, baby.

...15 minutes later, backseat of the car, I hiked her legs up, pull off her panties, and took in mouthfuls of her honey.

Mmm. So lovely.

Another scandal, another day, another month.

Seems like girls these days get themselves into all sorts of trouble, don't you think? And  there are now leaked nude pictures of FHM 2013 winner Jamie Ang circulating about the internet, and allegations she had been a former social escort etc; apparently ghosts of your past do haunt you, especially after you've found fame.

 

 

Well if you asked me, yes, Jamie looks oh-so-fuckable with her "I'm your slut" looks-- but taken from another perspective, I'm thinking so what if she'd been a nude model, and so what even if she'd been a freelancing social escort (if that was true): let's not make a bloody big deal out of this, because elsewhere in the world, we have former porn actresses and high-end social escorts taking part in, and winning, beauty pageants all the time.

 

And if you believed winning a beauty pageant means you suddenly have a moral or civic responsibility to go out there and start kissing babies or make the world a better place, you're either horribly thick in the head, or terribly naïve.

 

Then there's sexy young mama Charis Goh who found herself thrust into the limelight because she'd posted sexually suggestive pictures of herself, so much so even the local Chinese tabloid Wanbao picked it up, and made a hoo-ha over the whole issue. Her argument being she's divorced from her good-for-nothing husband, and she therefore has to become a lingerie model to feed her two children.

 

 

 

Well like I said, how people decide to go about bringing home the bacon is really their business, really. I'm only interested because me being me, I'm thinking both Jamie and Charis look oh-so-yummy, and if either's reading this, well, you're free to buzz me for comfort. :P

 

***

Separate note, it's been 72 days since I joined the new workplace, and 12 days (thereabouts) since Liz and I started getting naughty in the office.

 

I really don't quite get how young kids these days measure anniversaries in months and days, but I suppose it all means relationships have become even more transient than they ever have been.

 

Anyone who's been working long enough would know that by the 3rd week of work, you'd know if the job fits, and what your prospects would be: seeing I've crossed that 3-week bump, I think I'm gonna be alright where I am. I am in my element (take away the women at the office, I'm talking serious work here), and certainly I'm in a company that's a little too big to fail, or even if it did (touchwood), based on my current portfolio, it wouldn't be tough to find another job that's commensurate in terms of position and salary, so I'm not overly worried there.

 

And when you talk about my relationship with Liz, well, I only needed 3 days to know what it was going to be, and how it would end up. She's cool with the arrangement, so no issues there: we're both adults, and we know how things will be.

 

Incidentally, I found out she's dating a marketing director of one of our consortium partners, she's admitted things are more on the serious side in that other relationship.

 

I'm fine with that, obviously, and in fact, I have to admit I'm kinda relieved: I don't think I want to ever get into a situation where a divorcee starts thinking if I am father material for her kids ever again. Not that I am adverse to having children, I'm just not keen on trying to build a relationship with another guy's kids all over again: too tedious, and I have other priorities.

 

So with Liz, I'm her "sexually charged-up superior" as she puts it. In other words, with her, I'm her boss first, then comes all the side-play of sex and such, but at the end of the day, it's not going to be the "I promise you a happy ever-after" sort of relationship.

 

I'm glad she made it clear. And it's funny I should be tying all this, and thinking about Jamie and Charis, while toying with the G-string Liz left on my desk last night...

 

How I love women.



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.  

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.

Afternoon affairs

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

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

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

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