Tagged.

The weekend's come and soon to be gone, and what a way to wake up on this lazy rainy Sunday morning than to be naked and lying on Liz's bed after a night of fun and games with her the "proper" way, finally.

 

I'd seen La Femme off at the airport, and an hour later, I found myself out having drinks with Liz and her friends at Dragonfly at St. James. Yes, I know that's where the older crowds hang out, and honestly, that's probably where I could go find and pick up some really dishy MILFs.

 

As it is, Liz was in the company of 2 other MILF-y friends. They're all in their late 30s, one of them's 42, but I must say all of them have done a really good job staying fit and looking gorgeous so much so figure-hugging dresses still bring out the best in them: oh so yummy, and I'd love to have all 3 in the bedroom. 

 

And after drinks, Liz invited me back to her place; her ex has the company of the kids for the weekend, so we had the whole place to ourselves. I must say she's done a really good job in terms of doing up the interior décor of her apartment, stylishly done, courtesy of her wealthy Indo-Chinese ex, and you wouldn't suspect her having kids, because at least the living room was free of the clutter of toys, the almost mandatory kid's bicycle and such you'd find typically of households with young children.

 

Or perhaps she took the deliberate task of cleaning the place up with the intention of inviting me over to begin with, given she already knew I was available for the weekend.

 

We had wine, and not long after we'd shed our clothes, and I found myself slowly and gingerly kissing and licking away slowly between her legs, my sensitive nose taking in the scent of her sex. She parted her pussy lips so I could taste more of her, and I was stroking my hard cock as I licked at her.

 

In the comfort of her home, Liz was uninhibited. We had round one in the living room, our clothes a mess on the floor, and I took her doggy style, pumping deep into her and my hands cupping her full breasts. She was moaning and calling out loudly, one hand reaching down to massage my balls as we fucked.

 

The living room done, she led me to the master bedroom, so beautifully scented with her perfume, and it was there that she took out a dildo and started playing with herself as she laid on the bed, for my viewing pleasure.

 

I walked over to her, she took my hard cock into her mouth and started giving a blowjob as she moved the dildo in and out of her pussy. I thought I'd do her a favour, and I took over the toy, pushing it in deep, giving a turn every now and then, and hearing her muffled moan each time I did so.

 

I started to get really jealous of the dildo, so I yanked it out, and pushed my dick inside of her, thrusting in deep and hard. She grabbed my close as we fucked, and bit me on one shoulder as she rode me, her hips gyrating and grinding away. It was my intent to fuck her hard, fuck her like the bitch she could ever be, and each time I pushed myself deep inside her, she called out "Yes baby, fuck me hard..."

 

When I felt I was about to come, I pulled my cock out of her and ejaculated on her tummy. She had a slutty look in her eyes as I did that, her fingers spreading my cum over her tummy and around her crotch, and she tasted her fingers as I laid down beside her, my fingers running over her breasts and stroking her nipples.

 

We laid down on the bed as she snuggled up next to me, and I kissed her hair and held her close.

 

"I could get used to this lovey-dovey feeling", she teased, and after that, she closed her eyes and in the silence of the room, I could hear her breathing and I found it strangely erotic.

 

She saw me growing hard again, her fingers stroking my cock, then she moved up, positioned herself, then impaled herself on my hard rod once more.

 

And she got me feeling tired that last one time; we decided to call it a night, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

 

This morning found her getting up early to make breakfast and coffee. I met her at the dining table clad only in my boxers; she was wearing a satin robe that gave glances of her gorgeous naked body since she didn't bother to tie up. I was thinking her neighbours must have had quite a sight to watch from their kitchen window when I noticed Liz had a maid doing the laundry.

 

My god, did the girl watch us as we fucked in the living room? She must have heard everything, and my little naughty mind was thinking was she playing with herself as she heard us fucking in the living room?

 

And Liz didn't think of anything as she came over to my chair after she'd laid out breakfast of ham and eggs on the table, parted her robe so her breasts were exposed, then sat on my lap so I could suck on her nipples. Let her watch, I suppose.

 

She had the rest of the morning to spare before the ex dropped the kids back, and we were contemplating what to do (another round of sex?), and in the end, she suggested going over to MBS in a while to do some lingerie shopping at Victoria's Secret.

 

And no to the morning sex as she's feeling a little sore. So I found myself with some time to kill as she went about clearing up the place-- still clad in her satin robe.

 

What a woman.

 

***

Incidentally, I'm wondering where I'd find MILF specimens the likes of this one:

 

 

 

...although I'd say her nails are somewhat freaky. But I'll bet her blonde pussy would taste so damned good. I could almost imagine what it'd be like to have my head buried between those jugs too.

 

My Tagged account saw a lot of young girls in their 20s trying to chat me up. Some have even gone so bold as to suggest I could have a romp with them if I could 'sponsor' their shopping for branded bags and such-- that's a subtle way of saying paying for sex, wouldn't it?

 

But it does appear many young girls don't seem to think of trading sex for benefits much these days. I had one 22 year old saying I could "do whatever you want" in exchange for a gold iPhone 5S; she's quite a pretty young one, but honestly I'm a little surprised at how upfront they could get.

 

I did spot a couple of attractive ladies in their late 30s and early 40s, and honestly, my opinion, it doesn't matter if you listed your status as "married", because if you were out there on Tagged, I suppose there's a fair chance you're out looking, if you know what I mean.

 

And of course I'd take the chance to drop a hello note to them. ;)

 

So if you're a hot 30/40-something momma and you read this blog, you heard it from me here that there's a chance I just hit on you. Go figure which one's me.

 



"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.

 

Race day.

It was the F1 Singapore Grand Prix weekend, and yes, it was work for me throughout, and it certainly had been a long drag over the past four days. It did help when Liz popped by  to bring treats to the team, but otherwise, no opportunities for a good one with her even though we'd set up shop in a room at the Swissotel Singapore-- I couldn't possibly pull her into the bathroom, rip her clothes off and fuck her on the spot, much as I wanted to because of all the other people in the room.

 

Anyway, it was beginning to look like things were super boring until last night, the final night of the race. I'd gone down to get a pack of cigarettes and took a smoke at the area next to the taxi stand at the lobby, and there was this rather delicious-looking Thai lady (she'd been speaking to her 2 other lady friends in Thai) standing next to me, and we made small talk about the F1 GP. Her name was Yam, and as we spoke, her 3 friends looked on, amused, but being polite, I tried to include them in our conversation in between the smokes. They were probably high from the alcohol from wherever they were watching the race (the Equinox, maybe?), and that probably explained why they were already making naughty talk during our conversation.

 

We headed into the elevator together with some other guests at the hotel. Yam stood behind me in the crowded elevator car, and as I pressed the button for her floor, I felt her hand pressing on my butt, squeezing gently, and she moved closer to me so much so I could feel the light pressure of her breasts on my back. She whispered "I'd love to have you in my room", and as the elevator stopped on all the irrelevant floors, I noticed her friends were giggling as they continued watching on.

 

When we reached her level, she pulled my hand and led me out. By now her friends were laughing and teasing in Thai, and me being me, I allowed myself to be led to the door of her room. To my disappointment, the girl who was sharing her room went into the other room with the 2 other girls, so if anything happened, it was just going to be between Yam and myself.

 

I admit, I was still somewhat skeptical then, because for all you know, Yam might turn out to be one of those notorious Thai ladyboy prostitutes who had come into town for business. But the moment the door was closed, she unzipped and stepped out of her mini-dress, and it was clear looking on she had a pussy and not a dick -- bulge behind that thong she was wearing.

 

She continued to strip, then walked over to the bed and laid down. She beckoned me over, and I complied, and as soon as I was there, for some reason I went straight to kneel down, parted her pussy lips and started to lick away. It was inspection pass, she was a bona fide femme, and that was a genuine vagina getting wet and yummy in my face.

 

"So fast", she giggled, and sighed as I continued to lick away at her pussy, her juices wetting my nose and lips.

 

Satisfied, I took my clothes off, then kissed her on her lips as I moulded her breasts and fingered her. Very very nice-- Yam was yummy, no doubt.

 

I laid on the bed, she got on top of me, her hand teasing the head of my cock, and she gingerly kissed me on my neck, sucking on my nipples as she stroked and teased my cock with her fingers. Then she proceeded to put my already-throbbing cock into her mouth. She came back up and kissed me fully on the lips then said, "you're a big boy for a Chinese."

 

Right, so she was probably one of those who exclusively wanted Caucasians-- until now. I simply smiled and said nothing as she returned to her blow-job.

 

It was delightful as I watched her lick and suck away, and I felt I could just come in her mouth. I positioned her around so I could return the oral favour as we 69'd, and I could hear her muffled sighs as she sucked on my cock.

 

Yam smelt good, and as I thrust my cock into her, she let out a long sigh and said "that's good, baby". Yummy Yam was a moaner, and I loved the resonating sounds of her moans in the room as we fucked...

 

***

I had no idea time passed by so quickly, and by the time we were done, I realized it would have made it look like it was 2 hours past my supposed smoke break. I dressed up, and told her I had to get back to work, and she laughed, "you didn't like fucking me?"

 

No Yummy Yam, I certainly love fucking your brains out, but I really have work to do. I left her my name card, as if to prove a point of my presence at this whole event being based on work; and there came the awkward moment when I had my hand on my wallet and wondering if she was one of those opportunistic "working ladies" cashing in on the F1 season.

Turns out she wasn't, and as if she could read my mind, she went "I'm a PR in Singapore and I'm working as a marketing manager at XXX...maybe we could do lunch this week when you're done with your assignment?"

 

And that was that: lunch with Yummy Yam at Raffles Place on Tuesday.

 

When I got back to my room, the team was giving me updates on the events that happened while I was gone, and while I know they were wondering where in hell their boss had gone the past 2 hours or so, no one could say anything. I was back at work for about 15 minutes or so when Liz popped by again with supper for the guys.

 

Post-race, everyone was too bloody busy to note anything as Liz and I stepped on to the balcony of the room and she started taking photos of the lights around the Marina Bay area. She asked for a cigarette, and we admired the view as we smoked. At one point, I felt her running her hand along my back and moved close to me. I stroke her arm resting on the railing of the balcony and I said "I miss you these past few days."

 

She smiled, and gave me a peck on the cheek-- that kinda broke the moment as I turned around to look, concerned that the team probably just witnessed their boss being kissed by his recently-divorced deputy; but no, they all had their backs turned, busy with watching screens and updating information. No one seemed to give a fuck, in other words.

 

I kept my back to the railing, watching cautiously as I moved one had along Liz's back and right down to her butt. I gave her a squeeze, then cautiously moved my hand under the back of her skirt, feeling my way along her butt, along the channel of space between her legs. She leaned closer onto me, giving me a better angle to maneuver, my fingers moving into her panties and feeling the opening of her pussy. She was getting wet from all these, and I slided my finger along her slit.

 

I didn't keep that up for long as one guy got up from his seat, and I quickly moved my hand out from under her skirt. She looked hard at me, then whispered "I want more."

 

Honestly I would have loved to fuck her on that balcony, but obviously that was not to pass.

 

***

We finally called it a night at about 3.30 a.m. in the morning, and that's where I congratulated everyone on the team for a job well done and gave them all an off day today.

 

I was also silently congratulating myself for an eventful end to my otherwise long-drawn and mundane assignment, and I'm now booked for a lunch on Tuesday and a fuck-date with Liz that same night.

 

Gotta get my rest today then.

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

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

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

Her: Really? Like what?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mmm. So lovely.

Another scandal, another day, another month.

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

 

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

 

 

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

 

***

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

How I love women.



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