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.

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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...

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.

"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.

The New MILF

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Meet up with a young 'un

Well I never thought I'd hook up with a woman who's many years younger than I am again; the last time I did came with disastrous results because she started to get all whiny and clingy, and I thought that was that.

...until Izzy came along and changed all of that. She's in her final year at uni, and that makes her way younger than I am, but apparently she likes having an older man from time to time, especially when she feels she needs a break from her equally young Gen-Yer boyfriend (some young 20-something aspiring banker). 

In any case, she seemed impressed when I picked her up from one of the halls of residence where she stayed, and drove her down to the Fullerton for lunch. (Apparently having a nice Italian car helps) We had a good time chatting (first meeting), and before long, I found myself stroking her hand while we talked, and she had that naughty look on her face. 

I knew I'd scored, and I thought I'd capitalise on my advantage, and we drove over to my place where the clothes came off and I found myself eating out her sexy young pussy. I didn't mind that she wasn't shaven this time, and she was all eager to please. She spent quite a long time pampering my hard cock with her hands and mouth, and I found it rather amusing how she kept asking what I'd like her to do. She certainly let me lord over her-- something that the younger girls tended to do, and thanks to Izzy for the little reminder!

Izzy, being young and adventuresome, didn't mind the mess of me cumming all over her from some hard action fucking, and after that, she laid back in bed, picked up some cum from off her breasts with her long fingers and started licking them.

We had to go off earlier again, since J was back in town and given her boyfriend has yet to start the crazy 60-hour routines being new on his job, we couldn't indulge in a longer tryst. But I could see Izzy was interested after our first encounter, and I'm pretty sure I'd be seeing this little lover really soon.

Dinner for two @home...

So my quiet evening at home turned out to be quite something else altogether, with Lady K coming over to my place for dinner-- prepared by yours truly. La Femme was away for the weekend, and I thought it was a great opportunity, given Lady K's hubby was also out of town: it was an ideal rendezvous, and how better than to start the evening with a nice meal done by the guy to further impress the woman prior to some potentially hot sex?

Dinner was a simple affair of spaghetti carbonara and steak. I picked up Lady K after her dance lessons (she does pole dancing...mmm), and we went over to Cold Storage to get the ingredients "like an old couple", she'd joked. She was amused that I'd wanted to cook for her, and clearly she was somewhat impressed.

When we got back to the condo, I'd put on my apron and prepared the meal while she decided to go for a swim downstairs. I'm sure she must have attracted quite a number of lusty stares judging from how she looked in her string bikini. 

Anyway, by the time she got back and took her shower, dinner was served, complete with wine, fresh flowers on the table. She was wearing a sarong with only a g-string underneath, and while I was impressed with how she was dressed for dinner, I could tell she was impressed with the meal I'd managed to whip up.

We had a good time chatting and took our time with the meal; no rushes, just enjoying each other's company, and after dinner was done, we'd settled ourselves on the couch where she laid her head on my shoulders and we started frenching. Her inquisitive tongue was teasing mine, and she reached one hand onto my jeans and started feeling and rubbing at my crotch. I returned the favour by parting her sarong to expose her breasts, my fingers playing on her hard nipples, rolling them with my fingers and tugging at them gently as we continued to kiss.

I could hear her muffled moan when I reached my hand down to the front of her panties to rub at her crotch, my fingers tracing along the fabric against her slit. She was wet, and I continued teasing her that way till there was a wet patch on her panties, then parted them slightly to slide my fingers into her wet pussy. 

We soon got naked on the couch, and she took my cock into her mouth as I went under her to lick at her cunt. I pulled her wet juicy lips apart and my tongue started to move deep into her, then sucked lightly on her clit as I fucked her with my fingers. I could feel her tongue flickering across the tip of my cock to taste at my pre-cum and she continued to suck hard on my cock as she played with my balls.

She wanted to fuck at the balcony, and I'm sure anyone at the block opposite who looked out would have a good glimpse at our action, but since she asked, I was more than happy to oblige. I sat on the teak day-bed La Femme and I picked up from Phuket when we moved into the condo, and as I settled back on the mattress, Lady K climbed on top of me and impaled herself on my cock and let out a moan as she did so. She started rocking as I grabbed and pulled her close to me, my cock moving deep inside her. She bit her lower lip as I thrust into her, my mouth sucking on her tits as we fucked. I'm sure the neighbours would hear us as well, and frankly, La Femme and I have never had sex on the balcony before-- there was an added thrill, I'd say.

Lady K was shown around the apartment, and we'd fucked in most of the rooms, the living room and the master bedroom bathroom...and I kinda wish she could stay over, but she can't because La Femme would be back first thing tomorrow morning at 3 a.m. So it was a reluctant farewell when I drove Lady K back to her place, and we kissed again before she said goodnight, the scent of her perfume still lingering in the car, and leaving me wanting her again.

We would meet again, of course, but it would be nice if she could stay over...

Don't you just love this pussy?