Cunning Linguist.

What can I say? I'm guilty as charged, and I'm certainly a pussy connoisseur who loves taking my time to go down on the ladies, and enjoying every little inch of the tasting and smelling and licking at a nice set of pussy lips and lovely little clits.

...and in this particular case, you can see why I so absolutely enjoyed myself this weekend:

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.

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.

Va-va-voom.

I definitely love the boobs on this one:

 

 

And those lips...just wanna kiss her; and yes, I'd love to tit-fuck her for sure, thank you very much. :D

The new girl at the office.

 

 

1. Slinky figure-hugging dress with high-heels; so much so I can see the outline of her G-string when she walks in front of me.

 

2. Sultry come-fuck-me look with pouty lips just begging to be kissed.

 

3. Delicious scent of Lolita Lempicka perfume.

 

4. Did a couple of lip-licks while she was seated opposite me at the meeting today.

 

5. Nice swell of perky tits against the sheer fabric of said figure-hugging dress.

 

Enough reasons to warrant me taking her out to dinner tonight. *grins*

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.

 

***

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.

 

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.



Afternoon at home.

I called in sick today-- rather ridiculous, since technically speaking there wasn't a need for me to at all given I run my own gig-- but in any case, given I was supposedly sick, I thought I'd take the chance to give Izzy a call and see if she'd come over to my place and take care of me. *grins*

And so she did, and you can pretty much guess how the rest of the afternoon went. She took care of me very well indeed, her in her sexy crotchless panties and no top. She was especially horny today, and I wonder if it's due to us making out on the same bed she knew I'd fuck J in-- somehow that turned her on a lot, and she ended up being every bit the slut I'd hope she'd be: deliciously wet cunt I didn't want to stop licking and tasting.

I came in her mouth, and again inside her for the two rounds we had sex (never one for us both), and she wouldn't stop kissing me as we showered together...and had round three in the shower. 

The young little lover's really getting inside my head a lot, I have to admit.

***

Izzy's into mixed martial arts training these days, and she was hoping I'd teach her given I do a lot of MMA myself. I obviously wouldn't say no to that, and I was thinking I might start her off on ground work in Brazilian jiujitsu like so:

...really nice, yeah?

The (much) younger woman.

I met up with my close friend Mike this afternoon while we were checking out the Corals at Keppel Bay show units, and he shared he was dating a woman who's 18 years his junior-- that's "dating", as in trying to develop a serious long-term relationship-- and four months in, he's starting to wonder if it'd ever work out.

See, the difference is that with Izzy and me, regardless of the fact I'm a lot older than she is, the whole basis of the relationship is purely sexual, and we both know it wouldn't lead to anything more, even though we do have a lot of fun together. We both know I'm not going to replace her yuppie boyfriend, and she knows end of the day, I'd go back to J...some day, all this is going to end, in other words.

In Mike's case, however, he's hoping to find better luck and another shot at love again that could lead to a second marriage (he got divorced two years earlier), but I do have to admit I was wondering if he'd set himself up for failure with his new muse. Yes, he did seem happy, and I'm pretty sure he could make her very happy too with all the material comforts he'd be able to provide as the older and more established half in the relationship-- thing is, I found his attempt at trying to look young in the way he dressed a little pathetic. 

Then he went on to talk about the things she got him to do just for thrills and fun, like going camping with her friends and "ghost-hunting" at the deserted old Changi Hospital, among other less outrageous things e.g. paint-ball, ultimate frisbee at Sentosa beach every weekend, clubbing (again)

It's not that he minded doing these things with her, and I don't see anything wrong either: but what really got to him was hanging out with her friends and trying to get involved in their conversations, and expecting to know what the hell's going on. On his part, Mike couldn't find anything in common to talk about to them, and sure, they could learn a couple of financial tips from the guy, but he didn't think they'd be interested to talk about the market the way he and his "grown up" pals did.

And of late, they'd been fighting a bit too, especially when she said she felt they'd been hanging around with each other too often, and that she needed time away from him with her friends. He got really pissed when she took off for Bangkok three weekends ago without informing him until she'd landed-- and even more pissed to know she was in the Thai capital with two other guy friends. 

I told Mike he'd be a total jackass to be jealous about the Bangkok trip-- in my opinion, no need to get all worked up over the 2 guys: young poppycocks, and no, I didn't think she slept with either of them; even if she did, so what, Mike's old enough to understand these things.

But instead, my friend seemed to have dived in too deep with this young girl, and it seemed to drive him all edgy and such. I did suggest to him to do as she said, lay off a bit on the whole thing, and just go about with his own life, i.e. go meet other women as well; deep inside though, I get the feeling the whole relationship will just blow over soon enough.

Enough of that: neither of us were really interested in the Corals project, but me and J were really thinking of getting another property for investment. We'd be heading to Bangkok in 2 weeks to check out some properties there, and already J's done some pre-Bangkok trip shopping of her own getting new clothes for the trip.

Sometimes, I don't really understand the things women do myself. 

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.