I am so shagged tt if I were to close my eyes right nw, I swear I'ld fall asleep. Today had been pretty licorice, except for e sad fact tt my laptop is down. But I hv to get this down in writing else by tmw it might seem like a dream... even if it means blistering thumbs as I blog away via my mobile phone.
I was feeling super super horny today. My period must be ard e corner. So when Craig txted me if I wanna meet up, I jumped at it.
Couldnt wait ard any longer for my booty call (hvnt had much biz since I upped e price. I'm getting worried), so I took a chance to meet Craig.
Craig responded to my CL post, not knowing its interwoven intentions within the contents of tt post. The way I had penned it was really subtle. Its either u understood it right away, or its jz another friend-finder ad. I included my url but I knw, not everyone would bother to click it.
Sweet Craig answered my post. A cockney geezer. BINGGGGO!!!
He's cute. So I decided to leave him my no., this time without including the hyper-hooker-link.
Craig showed up in an England jersey (damn patriotic, lor!). Nice bloke. Complemented my coloured contact lenses (thanks, hor. I knw ur one is real colour lah). And he said I had a nice accent (hopefully its not as nauseating as Emily Teng's).
Up on his 7th floor haven, we warmed up almost immediately. I mean, come on, we're not in high school. We're consenting adults.
Most importantly, this is for me. NSA. No money involved. Just e enjoyment of good company frm a nice, sweet man... who has no idea he was humping a whore. Should I feel guilty?
I mean, it wasnt a date. I dont intend or harbor hopes of seeing him again. For one day, I just wanted to feel like a real girl again. To meet a sweet boy n hv a mutual fuck.
The transaction-free sex was wildly awwwwesome. We started off chatting on e couch. At first we sat quite apart. Then he started to inch closer (oooh, so like secondary school!! hehe..) And then I felt his hands fall on my lap, while I pretend not to notice and continued talking abt... (ponders) what the hell were we talking abt, eh?
As his face drew closer, our lips finally met and our bodies were wrapped in warm embrace... not. Only if it was soft porn frm a Danielle Steel novel!
From e couch, to stripping to our pores right smack in e living rm, back to pussy-licking on e couch, and a blowjob to return e favour, then to e stool with a full-length mirror right next to it (its e first time I saw myself having sex. Crazy Sexy Yummy!) before we finally surrendered to e bedroom, where I rode him... in my ass. I actually enjoyed e anal-yzing experience this time round, perhaps cos he's the right fit - length, girth n stiffness. We were at it for 2 hours straight! and I enjoyed every single minute of it.
After freshening up, and as I powdered my face, Craig picked up his guitar n started strumming. I persuaded him to play me a song, and as he sang, I recognised tt it ws Coldplay. Later I asked him whats it called, and he said - Trouble. *gasp*
I downloaded e song on my phone while I trekked to e nearest train station to head home. It was then at e train station where I could no longer hold back e waterworks n bawled my eyes out, as the voice of Chris Martin choked me with guilty tears.
"...And I never meant to cause you trouble,
I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
And oh no, I never meant to do you harm..."
Craig reminded me of e Alex-Hannah (Secret Diary of a London Call Girl) situation n I felt guilty for not being honest when he was so kind.
I hope he finds a nice girl. I truly do.
xoxo
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I was feeling super super horny today. My period must be ard e corner. So when Craig txted me if I wanna meet up, I jumped at it.
Couldnt wait ard any longer for my booty call (hvnt had much biz since I upped e price. I'm getting worried), so I took a chance to meet Craig.
Craig responded to my CL post, not knowing its interwoven intentions within the contents of tt post. The way I had penned it was really subtle. Its either u understood it right away, or its jz another friend-finder ad. I included my url but I knw, not everyone would bother to click it.
Sweet Craig answered my post. A cockney geezer. BINGGGGO!!!
He's cute. So I decided to leave him my no., this time without including the hyper-hooker-link.
Craig showed up in an England jersey (damn patriotic, lor!). Nice bloke. Complemented my coloured contact lenses (thanks, hor. I knw ur one is real colour lah). And he said I had a nice accent (hopefully its not as nauseating as Emily Teng's).
Up on his 7th floor haven, we warmed up almost immediately. I mean, come on, we're not in high school. We're consenting adults.
Most importantly, this is for me. NSA. No money involved. Just e enjoyment of good company frm a nice, sweet man... who has no idea he was humping a whore. Should I feel guilty?
I mean, it wasnt a date. I dont intend or harbor hopes of seeing him again. For one day, I just wanted to feel like a real girl again. To meet a sweet boy n hv a mutual fuck.
The transaction-free sex was wildly awwwwesome. We started off chatting on e couch. At first we sat quite apart. Then he started to inch closer (oooh, so like secondary school!! hehe..) And then I felt his hands fall on my lap, while I pretend not to notice and continued talking abt... (ponders) what the hell were we talking abt, eh?
As his face drew closer, our lips finally met and our bodies were wrapped in warm embrace... not. Only if it was soft porn frm a Danielle Steel novel!
From e couch, to stripping to our pores right smack in e living rm, back to pussy-licking on e couch, and a blowjob to return e favour, then to e stool with a full-length mirror right next to it (its e first time I saw myself having sex. Crazy Sexy Yummy!) before we finally surrendered to e bedroom, where I rode him... in my ass. I actually enjoyed e anal-yzing experience this time round, perhaps cos he's the right fit - length, girth n stiffness. We were at it for 2 hours straight! and I enjoyed every single minute of it.
After freshening up, and as I powdered my face, Craig picked up his guitar n started strumming. I persuaded him to play me a song, and as he sang, I recognised tt it ws Coldplay. Later I asked him whats it called, and he said - Trouble. *gasp*
I downloaded e song on my phone while I trekked to e nearest train station to head home. It was then at e train station where I could no longer hold back e waterworks n bawled my eyes out, as the voice of Chris Martin choked me with guilty tears.
"...And I never meant to cause you trouble,
I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
And oh no, I never meant to do you harm..."
Craig reminded me of e Alex-Hannah (Secret Diary of a London Call Girl) situation n I felt guilty for not being honest when he was so kind.
I hope he finds a nice girl. I truly do.
xoxo
