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.

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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.

Love you long time...

She was simply...irresistible, and me being me, I couldn't resist one shot at getting into her panties. I mean, what's the point of being here in Bangkok if I was going to start behaving like a good boy, and furthermore given I'll be based here for the next 2 years?

And after weeks of checking her out at the office, catching glimpses of her panties from under her skirt every now and then because of the lack of a modesty panel under the work desks (hmmm, thank goodness I must say), I thought I'd do myself a disservice if I didn't try fucking her at least once.

She was married with kids. Is married, but there were rumours of her being quite a bit of a slut, especially in the executive toilets where the senior guys knew her by inference, never by name. Seeing that I was the new guy, and given my position within the company, it wouldn't be at all difficult to get her when guys more junior than myself have already done so.

The opportunity finally presented itself last Friday night when we had a company event, and in between drinks, we struck up quite a little conversation, to which she started placing her hand on my thigh at one point while we were talking, seemingly oblivious to the secret looks and stares from the other colleagues. A couple of the senior blokes were sniggering, knowing all too well how the evening would end for me.

At one point she was in the ladies' room, and she'd sent a pic of herself via Line messenger: she'd taken her dress off to show off her large breasts, and I know I'd got her on a hook and sinker.

And before the company event drew to a close, we found ourselves kissing and fondling in the rear seat of my car, and thank god for the privacy window in the rented Benz, for I'm sure the driver will have a tale to tell come Monday if we hadn't.

By the time we reached my condo, she'd had already sucked me off and I'd shot a load into her mouth. We get in, and clothes, shoes, underwear were all off faster than I'd ever seen.

She got wet easily as I ran my tongue around her sensitive nipples, two little raisins on her papaya breasts. I fingered her as I licked and sucked on her tits, and moved my fingers fervently, drawing her to a climax, and curling the right spots so much so I'd made her squirt twice. She looked a little surprised, blushed and then said "I never knew I could do that".

Indeed: I've heard that one before, and I sometimes don't understand if it's really that difficult for men to hit the right spot so much so she gets a squirting orgasm-- all I know is, I get even more turned on when that happens, and as she was still giggling from the second time she squirted, I got on top of her, used my hard cock as a dildo of sorts and started rubbing at her clit. And she squirted for the third time.

Not satisfied, I got down and started licking and tasting at her beautifully wet pussy. Her clit was by now engorged and red, and I started licking and sucking on it. She moaned, and pushed my face closer in between her legs, encouraging me to continue tasting and eating her out.

I pushed by fingers into her as I licked away at her clit, feeling the inner walls of her vagina contracting. I loved the taste and smell of her, and kept going at it; her loud moans reverberating, and another mini squirt as I ate her out and fingered her, all only served to turn me on even more and want to make her scream for more.

At last, she couldn't take it any more and got herself on top of me and sat herself down on my hard cock. Her wet pussy was well lubricated with her juices and as she slid up and down my shaft, I could feel her juices flowing down along the length of my cock, and on to my balls.

She bit her lower lip, and held a breast to my mouth, told me to suck hard as she rocked herself on me. She reached one had to massage my balls as we fucked, her moans and sighs getting louder with every thrust.

I came inside her, and she got off and started cleaning me up by sucking on my cock and balls. She was still massaging my balls as I looked down at her, and seeing that my cock remained hard after that first time, she gave a naughty smile, and then got on top again. Once more, I slid inside her, loving the feel and warmth of her pussy as we fucked.

I came a second time, and this time, I remained inside her after I did so; she squirmed and sighed as I deliberately squeezed my abs, and she could feel my cock hardening as I did so inside her.

By now, the smell of her, the feel of her,  her sighs and moans have all turned me on even more, and I pushed her off me, pinned her face-down and pushed my cock deep and hard inside her, fucking her once more, fucking her hard.

She was literally panting, and as I fucked her hard and squeezed at her breasts, she bit her lips, and this time round after I came inside her and as I pulled my cock out, she gave a loud cry and squirted once more.

We kissed, then showered together, and by the time we were done, it was 2 in the morning, and she was almost panicky as she had to hurry home...apparently her husband works the night shifts at the airport, and she has to make sure she appeared to be home before he returned the next morning at 7am. How she's gonna explain a pair of missing panties, though, is another story altogether. :D

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In any case, pretty sure it won't be the last of bonking her. And the musky smell of her sexy pussy still lingers...

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. :)

Little Ironies.

Who would have thought that my relocation out of Singapore to where I currently am would only serve to remind me of the Baroness, and make me wish she was the one here with me instead of La Femme. 

It's a little odd, really, because leaving SG was in a sense a logical way to try to be something different; a shot at a little stability in life, trying to be a one-woman man perhaps, and it did seem like it'd work for a while...only briefly, before my mind started to drift off and start wondering if it'd work a lot better had I decided to be here with the Baroness instead, and living the lifestyle she and I used to talk about, instead of having to learn about all the other adventures she'd been having with her latest dubbed "fifty shades"...I thought I'd be over the Baroness after all these years, but apparently I was mistaken.

Anyway, like I said, it does begin to seem like my initial plans had taken a turn otherwise. Will blog again soon.

Addicted by choice.

I've become somewhat convinced that if ever I were to end up in purgatory for perpetuity, my personal hell would probably be one where I'm chained to a bed and forced to have sex with horny nymphos till my dick falls off; then come the morning I grow a new penis and the whole hell starts all over again. 

Such is probably the karmic retribution for my life of debauchery. 

But I have to confess: I am addicted to sex. I suppose in the bigger scheme of things, it's probably a lot better than being addicted to, say, crack cocaine.

And if you're wondering where the hell I've been, I've actually been a good boy lately trying to get the new business up to speed in a new territory, and now that it's up, I'm back to my little lusty games again. 

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I need a new PA. I had the last one for just 3 months, and while she was a lot of fun to be with (not just in bed, but as in her personality), I find her lack of grammatical sense somewhat daunting, and why have an assistant only to end up having to edit all her work all over again?

So much as I enjoyed having Tikky for company (you gotta love Thai names), it has come to a point where I really have to find someone who can be of genuine help at work. 

I'm based out of Bangkok these days, and a fair bit of travelling involved, so my PA's really got to take my travelling schedule. There's a lot of paperwork, and I mean really, A LOT, and probably end up having to work long hours too, but then again, these days, that's become a bit of a norm, isn't it?

This time, I'd love to have a nice European girl for a PA. Brunette or blonde, it doesn't matter, but European, who's able to speak and write good English...and come to work in stiletto heels, short skirts, cotton blouses and have that typical porn-actress look that makes me wonder what she's wearing under it all every day. That way, I'd really have every motivation to want to go to work everyday, and relish every little moment taking in her scent, thinking of what she'd look like naked...

...and undress her to enjoy every inch of her gorgeous body.

  

Right, okay. If I went down that route, I'd probably never get any work done, in reality.

But I'd so love to have a PA like that...and the thing is part of the job these days involves jetting off to some other city in Shanghai or Hong Kong, or Singapore; or heading out to some exotic golf/diving destination...for real.

Any takers? Applications are open. :)

"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. 

"Are we connecting yet?"

You reckon? I mean, chatting the way we do, and talking about stuff in general, I do feel some sort of connection with you, and it's kinda nice. :)

Cameltoe.

And I met one exactly like that at the gym today. No kidding. 

It was lovely-- pull her tights off, and there was a perfectly shaven pussy, glistening and moist, and so nice and ready for a taste and a fuck...

Yum.

 

Here's a sight I love to wake up to every morning:

 

Sonnet XVII

I got this via email, and I didn't recognise the sender at first:

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, 

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. 

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, 

in secret, between the shadow and the soul. 

I love you as the plant that never blooms 

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; 

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, 

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. 

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. 

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; 

so I love you because I know no other way than this: 

where I does not exist, nor you, 

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, 

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.  

 - Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII

But as I thought a little more, it was clear to me who'd send it; who else but her, the one with both beauty and brains, so many miles away from me at the moment, and who was cheeky and naughty enough to think of creating a new email account just to tease me thus?

The fact that she chose Pablo Neruda was a dead giveaway: she'd used a number of contemporary romantic poetry, particularly Neruda's, while she was doing her Masters degree in English Literature. It was as though she was leaving a virtual calling card via email reminding me that while we may be separated by distance, she had her way of keeping close to me.

Erotic smut doesn't quite work...

There is a distinct difference, in my opinion, between artistic erotica and plain pornographic smut.

 

To me, this is artistic expression:

 

 

That's where you use the lens in a study of lighting and contrast, and notice in this particular case how the sharp contrast of the nude figure seems to bring out an almost 3-D effect, as though she's floating right in front of your screen.

 

This, on the other hand, is just plain vulgar smut:

 

 

And granted, it's a well-taken picture, but it belongs in the realm of porn that dirty old men bring into toilet stalls to wank to.

 

I feel sorry for that young model in the latter photo: whatever the photographer said to convince her to pose thus, honey, that picture does little to elevate your portfolio but relegates you to the level of cheap sluts for hire, sorry.

 

Increasingly, it appears as though there are a number of amateur photographers who are little more than lusty men in sheep's clothing who call up young female models for "artistic nude photography" sessions, and more often than not, they end up taking photos that really have little artistic expression value, and the photos turn out to be nothing more than additions to the said dirty old men's toilet-stall masturbation tools.

 

There's this girl I know who said she left halfway through a photography session when she was asked to insert weird objects into her pussy; she already had her doubts when the "photographer" wanted to do close-ups of her spreading her legs, and the final straw was when he unzipped his pants and asked if she would be ok if he let his dick hang loose while he shot away.

 

Seems to me like he's just using a prolonged photography shoot to time his little antics, with the eventual aim of fucking her out of convenience. Unfortunately, I don't think he's an Austin Powers, and even then, it's a totally passé trick to try to get women in bed. In fact, I don't even think it works.

 

But whatever rocks for these amateurs (both the photographers and models); I'm just thinking the girls should be a little more educated before they take on such assignments, and learn to differentiate between a bona fide pro and a sleazy amateur just out for easy sex.

 

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Called La Femme last night and asked her what she thought of a Mercedes E250. She thinks it's an attractive car, but she also thinks the current Italian stallion I'm driving is sexy enough.

 

And hearing her voice on the phone, I can't help but miss having her right next to me.

 

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.

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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? ;)

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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*

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.

 

"I finger myself thinking of you..."

With La Femme back in town, I hardly have the luxury of meeting up for my little liaisons-- not that she's sticky with me, no; rather it's a little rule I set for myself that my focus will be on her whenever she's around.

 

In any case, I did meet up with Yam for lunch on Tuesday. Picked her up from her office in the CBD area, went over to Central for sushi...and had a quickie in the car before sending her back to work. To be very honest, the exhilaration of her propositioning me in a crowded elevator on race night gone, I get the feeling she was just a touch-and-go, and in any case, she'd probably be busy picking up some farang this weekend, so I could be just her flavor of the moment. Just as well: the sex in the back of the car didn't feel as good as it did the first time around.

 

Liz, on the other hand, was getting bored. Apparently Mr Nice Guy whom she was dating wasn't the kind of thrill that would keep her going, and I couldn't believe it when my deputy reported they haven't had sex yet after 3 months of dating. Had it been me, I'd probably try to get my first leg over within 3 days!

 

Anyway, while the sex was missing, Liz did share that he was material for a more serious relationship, and he didn't mind her already having kids. In fact, Mr Nice Guy is planning on taking the kids and Liz out on a day trip to Melaka this weekend, and I guess it would be a great opportunity for some attempt at building a relationship with the kids.

 

But it still doesn't address the problem that poor Liz was being starved of her sexual cravings; with La Femme in the picture at the moment, she could only wait, although yesterday we did have lunch together, and I fingered her in the car while she gave me a blowjob.

 

"You're mean to deprive me so", she'd teased. What was I supposed to do, apologise?

 

I did offer plenty of make up sex when La Femme flies off again this weekend, and I know Liz would certainly hold me to that.

 

And that's where I asked how she was planning on releasing her pent-up sexual frustrations. I thought she might go look for some handsome young guy at the office to seduce or something; instead, she said "I finger myself thinking of you..."

 

Apparently 2 things makes her fantasize about me: my scent; and my fingers and tongue (okay, that's three things, really). The first, because she loved how the scent of my cologne and aftershave would linger mixed with her own scent (which stirs me as well) on her clothes; and secondly she loved how  my fingers and tongue would probe with the right pressure, and the extended foreplay as I finger and lick and taste away at her.

 

I've actually made her come a number of times even before I get Mr Happy inside her, and when I actually do, her sex drive goes into overload.

 

I suppose it was nice to hear her say how she'd finger herself thinking of me, and I joked that maybe she should FaceTime me on the phone each time she does so I could watch and hear her. She laughed, then kissed and hugged me...and then it was time to dress up, get out of the car, and back to work.

 

***

At 4.30 p.m., my phone rang just as I was finishing up on my report on the F1 project. The caller ID registered Liz, and a request for FaceTime, and as soon as I'd answered, the vid registered Liz in her room, her blouse undone so her beautiful full breasts were exposed, her skirt hiked up and she was rubbing and teasing her pussy.

 

This was getting interesting, I thought, and she panned the camera right down to her pussy, and how deliciously wet it looked...and the sound of her juices churning as she fingered herself was simply lovely.

 

I thought I should return the favour, so I got off my chair, closed and locked my door, unzipped my pants, pulled out my hard cock, and started stroking it for her viewing pleasure.

 

She kept at it, and I just watched her as she played with herself right to a climax, and I could see her pussy juices flowing down to her chair; the whole experience was simply erotic. I imagined and tried to remember how her pussy smelt and taste like while I masturbated for her, and I could hear her go "Ooh!" as she watched me shoot a load onto the carpeted floor.

 

"This is fun", she laughed, and my guess is this is a new game for the both of us, moving forward.

 

So the stained carpet was probably worth it, and my strategy was to "accidentally" spill some coffee over, and got the cleaning lady to help clean up the next morning.

 

But if you asked me, I prefer the real thing, and I'm looking forward to fucking Liz again....and again....

 

  

That song.

Was working out in the gym this morning when the radio played Eternal Flame by The Bangles. It's been ages since I last heard that song, and an ex-girlfriend in junior college used to call it "our song"-- we'd met at the end-of-orientation camp dance, and I'd mustered enough courage to go up to her and asked for a dance to that same song, and after that night, it was the start of a on-off adolescent relationship.

 

When you're barely 18 years old and in to your first relationship, you can probably expect things to be rocky, I think. Granted, it was romantic at times, but most times, there were squabbles over the pettiest of things; and I sometimes wonder if I'd become adverse to getting too serious and too committed in relationships because of that one experience.

 

The most memorable thing, I think, about that particular relationship was how I'd spent close to 2 months doing up a scrapbook filled with love poems, songs, pictures and sketches I drew myself for her birthday, and that was while we were preparing for the GCE "A" Level examinations. We'd been in a relationship over 2 years by then, and it all ended in the second year of my national service, about a month before my officer's commissioning parade. We got to invite family and loved ones to that parade, and while my parents were there, in place of the ex, I got a distant cousin to go along whom I sort of hooked up with on a rebound following the breakup.

 

Odd thing is that during those 2-3 years when I dated JC Ex, we never had sex-- we did engage in some really heavy petting sessions ("she let me finger her pussy!"), but my first sexual encounter wasn't with her, but with an older woman, an adjunct lecturer in school 5 years older than I was, and we had sex in one of the squash courts one evening when she was supposed to tutor me for the A level exams. I suppose that's where I started getting interested in married and available MILFs.

 

Anyway, I bumped into JC Ex one time some years back, and seriously, I was surprised to see the pretty prom queen so many guys tried to date had become chubby over the years, and nothing much to say about her grooming. Not trying to be nasty, but there you have it. She's married to an equally porky dude who kept eyeballing me from head to toe in that brief encounter, and for a second or two, an evil thought had crossed my mind and I wondered if I should say something along the lines of "Don't worry dude, she's all yours."

 

But I left it at that; say hello, did the how-are-yous, and left. So much for Eternal Flame.

 

***

La Femme is back from her trip, and after I'd picked her from the airport, and while she was in the shower, I texted Liz to tell her there might be some changes to our schedule; I get the feeling Liz wasn't really pleased, but she said no problems, cause she would be dating the other guy as well. Not sure if it was jealousy, but I did feel a tinge of uneasiness when she texted that.

 

La Femme had been packed off to London for almost a month by her company, and I was amused by how she'd run up to me (literally) soon as she saw me at the airport and again, literally jumped on me for a big hug and kisses like a small girl. When she started unpacking at home, I saw she'd been busy shopping much as she was working: a new Hermes Birkin that many women would envy, 2 new pairs of Manolo Blahniks, a dress from Red Valentino, and as usual, presents for me: a scarf from Burberry (not that I really needed one in this stupid tropical heat), and some shirts from Ted Baker. She's an expensive woman, really, but whatever rocks her world.

 

...which leads me to wonder why is it that women go all the way halfway across the globe to get stuff they could easily get back home in Singapore; I mean, the price differences aren't really that fantastic, and you factor in the marginal costs involved in the travelling and such, you may as well be patient and wait for another season then walk into the boutique at MBS or ION; and seeing how the shops here probably know her, she could probably get them to order and bring in particular pieces she fancied off the website-- and she's done it before too, so she would know.

 

With La Femme, it's almost like a totally different world we live in: rich daddy's girl who went to the top schools, have the looks and the brains, and is on the fast track career-wise, and in a hurry to get ahead of the pack; in terms of personality, she's a little like me, only I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth. In her mind, she is the sort who despises women like Paris Hilton, but probably thinks she's a Carrie Bradshaw; needless to say, she's expecting her man to be like a Big, and it's no wonder her relationship track record is so similar to Carrie's.

 

Lifestyle-wise, with her, it's all about material comfort and indulgence; and honestly, I see nothing wrong in the way we live our lives-- we're both indulging in things we can afford to, even though to some, it may come across as extravagant.

 

Over the years, I've come to appreciate the relationship we've had over the years, and it's always nice to have a woman who can give a good debate on things especially in a business sense, though I have to admit there are times when I wish I'd gone for a simpler woman who would shut up to let her man win his side of the argument.

 

I sometimes find it hard to define the kind of relationship I'm in with her, and honestly, I've given up explaining to my parents and hers about just what sort of "arrangement" we're in: to both sets of parents, they're wondering why the hell we don't just get married and have kids in the way people normally do, especially given we've been living together for so long. La Femme lists her status on Facebook as "married", but in actual fact, we're not: we've broken up on and off, she's moved in and moved out a couple of times, we're in love, then we're not; and in the end we just agreed she should stop watching Sex and the City because she's becoming too much of a Carrie.

 

But at least in the past 5 years, we've reached some sort of stability, probably because of her frequent work trips to Europe and New York. Which is probably just as well, because I realize relationships-wise, I don't like to be too tied down and suffocated with her being around me all the time.

 

And of course, the sex is great between us. I guess that's one thing people fail to realize, that a healthy sexual relationship is what cements two people together, and when all's said and done, we're just that primal. Some people ask if she's aware of me sleeping with other women, and if I think she's sleeping with other guys; I think it's come to a stage where, gauging from both our sex drives, the answers are clear, even though I suspect I'm probably more guilty of doing it more often than she does.

 

Somehow when La Femme's around, I devote more of my time for her, and she becomes a priority. Hence, Liz, Yam, the MILF and any other women I'd taken a fancy to would have to wait. It's sort of like a rule I'd set and gotten used to.

 

And it sure was nice to snuggle up next to her naked body last night after all this while.

 

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.



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

...and is it any wonder why?

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

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

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

The morning(s) after.

No, news of Liz and my little liaisons in the office haven't reached the ground yet, as in no one at the office is talking about us...yet, although they're probably wondering why both department heads have suddenly become so close over the past week.

But at least we have the sense to pretend to keep our physical distance from each other, although there was this instance where after we'd had sex on Wednesday night after "working late" in my room (again), she'd left her panties hanging on the inner door knob after I made her walk panty-less back to our cars. I'd come in the next morning and spotted her thong still hanging, and quickly grabbed it and put it in my pocket lest the cleaning lady came along and started thinking I had a fetish for women's undies (I do, actually).

So Thursday morning saw me walking over to her room, my dick already throbbing in excitement in my pants as I fingered the soft fabric of her panties in my trouser pocket, and as soon as I closed the door, I whipped it out and sniffed them right in front of her, watching her. Liz was surprised, then she started laughing when she realised what it was...and we stayed yet another late night on Thursday, only this time it was in her room, and she took both panties back.

I guess I have a thing for milfs, something that's never changed much; but doesn't mean I'm exclusively going after milfs only. :D

The only thing about this whole Liz affair is that she's quite a bitch in the office, and quite a number of managers and subordinates, both men and women, would probably try to get out of her way lest they crossed her. It doesn't really help with my own reputation, I guess, being the new head, and getting close to my deputy because it'd mean I'd be losing points with the younger cute gals in the office whom I've yet to try my little tricks on.

Anyway, I did find myself wondering if it's a good idea with Liz, now that I've satisfied the curiosity of knowing how her pussy tastes like and how fucking her would feel like. Not that I wanna do a fuck-and-throw, mind you, she's more than welcome to sit on my rod any time of the day: it's just that, when it comes to work, and seeing her in at meetings and such, I find myself in a dilemma as to whether I should take to her side whenever an issue pops up, and like I said, she can be a real bitch, and I don't always agree with her views; on the other hand, I can't help but wonder if her letting me fuck her means she's expecting my vote, and hence once the both of us agree, no one else could say no. 

I guess for now, it's wait and see-- and of course, fuck her as much as I can-- while I make up my mind. Will update on this.

***

Side note, I have no idea what's the hype over Serina Wee in this whole City Harvest Church saga. I mean, looking at her pics:

Yes, I would agree she'd qualify as a Milf, and one that I'd probably love to cum all over her face, but she isn't exactly the most attractive one I've come across. At most, I'd say "above average"; and comparing Serina and Sun Ho:

Okay, she's probably a little more attractive than Sun, but that's only because Serina's younger. A

As for Sun, I guess I won't mind having a romp with her, but it'll probably be let's-fuck-her-brains-out-for-one-night thing, and then some.

I'm not really bothered to follow the CHC trial, because I think the church is crap to begin with, so there.