And again...

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

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

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...

Back to business.

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

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

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

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

If only.

"Do you tire of this?"

I finally met up with Bru after all the little misses we'd been having. Ten minutes over coffee was all it took for us both to realise the "magic was still there", as she always puts it, and we headed over to my sexy Italian lover's home less than 20 minutes' drive away and get right down to things.

Bru loved it when I went down on her and took my time to tease and lick at her clit; with her, it was more about me giving her oral pleasure than the other way around-- not that I'm complaining. I love getting mouthfuls of her nice juicy pussy while my hands work on her glorious full breasts complete with large perky nipples: she's just absolutely lovely to be with.

She did treat me to a nice blowjob taking my cock into that mouth of hers and being oh-so-generous with her tongue licking away at my balls and sucking hard on my rod, her beautiful dark hazel eyes looking right at me as she took mouthfuls of my manhood.

And then, the main course: entering Bru was just magnificent after all this while, and I almost forgot just how good it felt to be inside her, moulding her breasts as I thrust away at her wet juicy cunt, hearing her moans and sighs as she rocked in unison to my thrusts.

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In our little after-sex moment where we both lit up fags and sat naked on her little patio-- she didn't care about prying eyes, not Bru-- she was stroking my still-hard cock and me lightly brushing against her pussy, admiring her beauty despite her 42 years of age. She was still a tight-bodied hot momma despite everything, and she is a stunningly beautiful woman. 

She suddenly turned and asked, "Do you tire of all this?"

I asked her what she meant, and she replied she was just curious if I ever got bored of going around with 'random women' after all these years.

Well truth is: I'm not. I do get bored blogging about my flings and sexcapades though, and I am convinced all the other so-called sex/erotic bloggers do get likewise, and sex blogs are more a come-and-go kind of thing. I should know: I must have at least 4 or 5 blog versions of my little black book that I've started and ended, took long hiatuses, and then come back again-- and I have no idea if this one will keep up too. 

From the looks of things, judging from the other blogs that have closed down for some reason or another, I suspect I'm right: it's hard to sustain and continue writing about your sexual adventures if your blog happens to be entirely about sex; I mean, what happens when you hit a dry spell?

And if you're someone like me, well, much as I enjoy writing and expressing myself, I do find it a burden sometimes to give updates...but enough about blogging already.

It turned out there wasn't any particular reason why Bru happened to ask me that (so she claimed). It was something about a married woman trying to understand my point of view on things-- something like that-- or in any case, it was probably just idle chatter after sex, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, as it turned out, we started making a new arrangement to this new twist to our little affair (more fuck buddy-ish now) seeing that Bru's husband is now travelling less even though her kid's started school. It probably wouldn't be as regular as what we used to have, but it'll do given her contraints and mine.

Lunch date

Youngling Izzy caught up with me a lot quicker than I’d expected. The thing about full-time university students is that they probably have a lot of free time, and it’s no wonder then that she’d call me as soon as her morning classes had ended. 

“Let’s have lunch”, she chirped happily, and so we did: picked her up from the uni, and we headed down town. 

And while I was driving, naughty Izzy slided one hand over, unzipped my pants, reached in and started playing with my already-hard rod, her thumb rubbing on the head of my cock, and before long, it was wet with anticipation. She tried giving me a blowjob, but isn’t easy to do so given the structure of the car (with a covered axle running right between us). 

By the time we reached our destination, I was having a bulge in my pants and she beamed like a kid who’d just scored top grades or something. She held my hand and as we made our way out from the car in the parking lot, she placed my hand under her short cotton skirt where I felt the naked skin of her bum and that tiny string of her thong between her cheeks. 

We were supposed to be having lunch, but instead we found ourselves in a handicapped toilet and I was reaching up her skirt, pulling her thong off as she giggled and took her top off, her perky nipples just teasing to be sucked. And being in the small confines of that cubicle meant she clung on close to me as I entered her tight pussy and with every thrust a soft moan or sigh right next to my ear; the scent of her sweet perfume heightened every little sensation of our little tryst. I came inside her, and she was kissing me constantly as we cleaned up. 

We walked out of the toilet, thinking no one would have seen us, and the coast was clear, actually—or so we thought: some Indian worker walked past us, and he would’ve seen the two of us coming out from the toilet. 

No matter, I’m sure it wouldn’t come to much, and he probably understands when he sees a guy and a pretty sweet young thing in a situation like that, draw his own conclusions. 

Lunch was a pretty simple affair, and half the time I got irritated by the loud chatter around us thanks to the large lunchtime crowd, and I made a mental note never to head down to lunch in a place where I’d have to compete for space with these corporate minions. 

As we went back to the car, she turned to me and went “oh shucks, you do realise the boyfriend works in the area right?” and then laughed. 

“Well, just say I’m someone you’re interviewing for your thesis or something”, I grinned. So we drove back to the uni, and she headed back to her hall as she was supposed to have netball practice in the afternoon. 

Honestly, it was quite a weird feeling having to pick her up to and from school, since it felt like a Lolita experience or sorts. 

Then again, Izzy’s 21, a legal adult by every definition, and in addition to that, it didn’t matter if she was headed back to the uni for extra-curricular activities (the decent kind) or shagging some other undergrad dude—we both know it’s a purely no-strings, fun-only arrangement. 

Right, got to go, picking up J and we’re headed for a short weekend getaway tomorrow morning.

Start to the new year.

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Is it ok to fuck someone when you don't even know her name?

...or when you don't even know her phone number?

I only asked, because as crazy as it sounds, it's amazing how you can arrange for not just one or two, but three to four dates via Google Chat and Skype, meet up and have sex in real life-- and still not know her name or phone number!

Even crazier when you consider we hooked up because of this whole blogging thing, and she turned out to be a really yummy wet-dream come true.

But all that said, perhaps all this just adds up to one fleeting happy memory, and we're both gone our different ways. What would you expect from chance encounters like that, and given the somewhat unusual circumstances of our acquaintance?