Darling?
Miss me?
Email from Popeye. I do miss him a little. But everytime he asks for a dirty picture, that feeling is immediately extinguished. Funny thing is, if he didn't actually ask for it, I might have already sent some just for a tease.
xoxo
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Miss Me Much?
Darling?
Miss me?
Email from Popeye. I do miss him a little. But everytime he asks for a dirty picture, that feeling is immediately extinguished. Funny thing is, if he didn't actually ask for it, I might have already sent some just for a tease.
xoxo
Dirty Picture
I could dream of ways to see you
I could close my eyes to dream
I could fantasize about you
Tell the world what I believe
But whenever I'm not with you
It's so hard for me to see
I need to see a picture of you
A special picture just for me, yeah
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I could close my eyes to dream
I could fantasize about you
Tell the world what I believe
But whenever I'm not with you
It's so hard for me to see
I need to see a picture of you
A special picture just for me, yeah
So take a dirty picture for me
Take a dirty picture
Just take a dirty picture for me
Take a dirty picture
Just send the dirty picture to me
Send the dirty picture
Just send the dirty picture to me
Send the dirty picture, picture, picture, picture, picture
Snap, snap, uh
Whenever you are gone
I just wanna be wit' ya
Please don't get me wrong
I just wanna see a picture
Take a dirty picture for me
Take a dirty picture
Take a dirty picture for me
Take a dirty picture
The dream of ways to see you
I could close my eyes to dream
Fantasize about this with you
But the way is never seen, oh
Uh, snap, snap, snap
When you're all alone, boy
I got something to give ya
Will ya play along
If I take a dirty picture
My eyes glanced through Popeye's message and then I quickly closed the screen. I did not reply him. I did not know what to say. Untill 3 days later, on my way home and the song 'Lucky' (Colbie Caillat & Jason Mraz) was blaring through my earphones, and I just broke down and cried.
I thought he was the only friend I had who understands...
I thought we could have something...
I thought maybe someday he'll come back for me...
I thought wrong.
For the first time, someone made me feel like a whore, and it had to come from Popeye. The disappointment is heart-breaking.
Click, click, snap
:: Taio Cruz (feat. Ke$ha) ::
My eyes glanced through Popeye's message and then I quickly closed the screen. I did not reply him. I did not know what to say. Untill 3 days later, on my way home and the song 'Lucky' (Colbie Caillat & Jason Mraz) was blaring through my earphones, and I just broke down and cried.
I thought he was the only friend I had who understands...
I thought we could have something...
I thought maybe someday he'll come back for me...
I thought wrong.
For the first time, someone made me feel like a whore, and it had to come from Popeye. The disappointment is heart-breaking.
Love is all around
It's written on the wind
It's everywhere I go
So if you really love me
Come on and let it show...
It always feels good to know that someone cares or misses you. And it feels even better when you least expect it. I went to sleep with a warm, fuzzy feeling after receiving an email from a generous someone, and then later woke up to find another email from...
A familiar name sat perched in my inbox. My heart jumped at the sight of his name.
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It's everywhere I go
So if you really love me
Come on and let it show...
It always feels good to know that someone cares or misses you. And it feels even better when you least expect it. I went to sleep with a warm, fuzzy feeling after receiving an email from a generous someone, and then later woke up to find another email from...
A familiar name sat perched in my inbox. My heart jumped at the sight of his name.
Popeye MISSES me? Really????? *waterworks* I'm deeply touched.
I wonder which sea breeze finally blew his way and whispered my love, which suddenly made him decide to email me. In his next reply, he said he is now in Egypt. So far yet so near...
Can you feel me
When I think about you
With every breath I take
Every minute
No matter what I do
My world is an empty place
Like I've been wonderin the desert
For a thousand days
Don't know if it's a mirage
But I always see your face, baby
I'm missing you so much
Can't help it, I'm in love
A day without you is like a year without rain...
:: Selena Gomez :: A Day Without Rain ::
It was a start to a really good week... :)
Previously with Popeye : I Wish I May, I Wish I Might
I Wish I May, I Wish I Might...
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)
I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this
Cause after all the partyin’ and smashin’ and crashin’
And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion
And all the pandemonium and all the madness
There comes a time where you fade to the blackness
And when you’re staring at that phone in your lap
And you hoping but them people never call you back
But that’s just how the story unfolds
You get another hand soon after you fold
And when your plans unravel
And they sayin’ what would you wish for
If you had one chance
So airplane airplane sorry I’m late
I’m on my way so don’t close that gate
If I don’t make that then I’ll switch my flight
And I’ll be right back at it by the end of the night
Airplanes :: B.o.B ft Hayley Williams
Snooze-Boy is smitten. He's been texting me non-stop, even when I don't reply. Been going through the list, and not that they're not eligible men. Worse! Some of them are married! tsk tsk tsk...
I've been asking myself what is my birthday wish...
... a thousand dollar bag?
... jewellery?
... fancy candle-lit dinner?
... fireworks?
and I wish...
... for that evening Popeye and I laid down on the grass in each others arms and counted the stars... that's all.
Previously with Popeye: 'Today was a fairytale', March 5th 2010.
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In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)
I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this
Cause after all the partyin’ and smashin’ and crashin’
And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion
And all the pandemonium and all the madness
There comes a time where you fade to the blackness
And when you’re staring at that phone in your lap
And you hoping but them people never call you back
But that’s just how the story unfolds
You get another hand soon after you fold
And when your plans unravel
And they sayin’ what would you wish for
If you had one chance
So airplane airplane sorry I’m late
I’m on my way so don’t close that gate
If I don’t make that then I’ll switch my flight
And I’ll be right back at it by the end of the night
Airplanes :: B.o.B ft Hayley Williams
Snooze-Boy is smitten. He's been texting me non-stop, even when I don't reply. Been going through the list, and not that they're not eligible men. Worse! Some of them are married! tsk tsk tsk...
I've been asking myself what is my birthday wish...
... a thousand dollar bag?
... jewellery?
... fancy candle-lit dinner?
... fireworks?
and I wish...
... for that evening Popeye and I laid down on the grass in each others arms and counted the stars... that's all.
Previously with Popeye: 'Today was a fairytale', March 5th 2010.
My sailor and I... or what's left of us.
Don't Let It Go To Your Head
7.41am
My mind is in fragments. I just woke up but I havent been able to shake off that heaviness in my heart. Feeling like an emo-wreck. Here's what happened the past few days...
- Hooked up with another Swiss Choc... this ones from Geneva.
- Did I mention he's a geologist! Cool, huh?
- Nice guy. Confessed he's married to a french woman and has a 5y.o daughter. Said his wife hadnt made love to him eversince they had their daughter. Oh man...
- He cummed to a mere blowjob. $150 for a 10 min job. Not too shabby I guess.
- Went to Dody's restaurant after that for supper. I now, officially have a special table.
- I'm the woman at table 60.
- Dody's wife was at the restaurant too. Bummer.
- Dody joined me at the table after she left.
- I told Dody I might be getting too comfortable with him. Crossing the lines of 'business'.
- Shrek said to not get emotional and to enjoy this while it last.
- Feel myself falling into the same emo-pattern that I did with Popeye.
- Left in a cab around midnight. Refused Dody's cab money. (Damn, $30 gone)
- Received a txt msg at midnight that says "I'm back!!!". It was from Popeye.
- Had my first anal last night + crazy sex, courtesy of Popeye
- Popeye said he just signed on with a German company (Carpenter's song playing in the background)
- This might be his last visit in S'pore in a long time.
- I cried alone in the room after Popeye left.
- I'm an emo-wreck.
"They're not paying for sex because they want a relationship, silly. There will be others. There always are."
- Belle's A-Z of London Sex Work :: Belle De Jour :: pg 92
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My mind is in fragments. I just woke up but I havent been able to shake off that heaviness in my heart. Feeling like an emo-wreck. Here's what happened the past few days...
- Hooked up with another Swiss Choc... this ones from Geneva.
- Did I mention he's a geologist! Cool, huh?
- Nice guy. Confessed he's married to a french woman and has a 5y.o daughter. Said his wife hadnt made love to him eversince they had their daughter. Oh man...
- He cummed to a mere blowjob. $150 for a 10 min job. Not too shabby I guess.
- Went to Dody's restaurant after that for supper. I now, officially have a special table.
- I'm the woman at table 60.
- Dody's wife was at the restaurant too. Bummer.
- Dody joined me at the table after she left.
- I told Dody I might be getting too comfortable with him. Crossing the lines of 'business'.
- Shrek said to not get emotional and to enjoy this while it last.
- Feel myself falling into the same emo-pattern that I did with Popeye.
- Left in a cab around midnight. Refused Dody's cab money. (Damn, $30 gone)
- Received a txt msg at midnight that says "I'm back!!!". It was from Popeye.
- Had my first anal last night + crazy sex, courtesy of Popeye
- Popeye said he just signed on with a German company (Carpenter's song playing in the background)
- This might be his last visit in S'pore in a long time.
- I cried alone in the room after Popeye left.
- I'm an emo-wreck.
"They're not paying for sex because they want a relationship, silly. There will be others. There always are."
- Belle's A-Z of London Sex Work :: Belle De Jour :: pg 92
Try Sleeping With A Broken Heart
Had a Lambert-full Friday. What can I say, the guy is perfect in his own imperfect ways.
Feeling really tired right now but can't sleep before I get this out *think- Try Sleeping With A Broken Heart*...
So tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you
Tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you
I'm gonna hold on to the times that we had
Tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you
Have you ever tried sleeping with a broken heart
Well, you could try sleeping in my bed
Lonely, own me, nobody ever shut it down like you
'Popeye' and I ended it just nw at abt 2am. It was blatant and painful but I blame it upon myself for getting emotionally involved. "Falling in love... relationships... are things that happen to other people"...
Why do I keep forgetting that?
*Ouchhh*
*Err.. not helping much*
*Ok enough damage done. Point noted*
xoxo.
Leave Right Now
Though its breaking every rule I've ever made
My racing heart is just the same
Why make it strong to break it once again?
And I'd love to say I do
Give everything to you
But I can never now be true
So I say...
I think I'd better leave right now
Before I fall any deeper
I think I'd better leave right now
Feeling weaker and weaker
Somebody better show me out
Before I fall any deeper
I think I'd better leave right now
I'm here so please explain
Why you're opening up a healing wound again
I'm a little more careful
Perhaps it shows
But if I lose the highs, at least I'm spared the lows
Now I tremble in your arms
What could be the harm
To feel my spirit calm
So I say...
I think I'd better leave right now
Before I fall any deeper
I think I'd better leave right now
Feeling weaker and weaker
Somebody better show me out
Before I fall any deeper
I think I'd better leave right now
I wouldn't know how to say
How good it feels seeing you today
I see you've got your smile back
Like you say your right on track
But you may never know why
Once bitten twice is shy
If I'm proud perhaps I should explain
I couldn't bear to lose you again
Yes I will...
[Will Young]
I woke up this morning with swollen eyes and a bit of a headache. I wondered for a while... if last night was all a dream... cos I really dreamt that Popeye sent me a text. Somehow, last night was real and as I listened to this song, the waterworks got even crazier. The lyrics were tailored for my situation.
I headed to my laptop and removed all my personal ads online. I can't do this yet. I need to get my brains realigned.
xoxo.
"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard" - Annie (The Movie)
Today was a fairytale...
Tonight, I lost my ability to 'compartmentalise'.
Tonight, I allowed myself become a woman again and felt the warmth over every inch of my skin.
Tonight, I walked home with tears in my eyes.
You know how when you leave out a block of frozen meat to thaw, and as it softens, condensation forms around it, creating a pool of water from the melted ice. Yeah, that was what happened to my heart. It thawed and ruined my mascara.
I haven't felt like this in years. I remember telling myself a few months back, that perhaps I've lost the ability to love or at least develop a sense of fondness for anyone. Perhaps my heart has simply turned stone cold and numb.
But tonight was one of the most amazing nights in my life that I will never forget.
As I laid on the grass, in the warmth of his arms, I stared at the velvet blue sky sprinkled with stars and felt like the luckiest whore on the planet. The breeze whispered a sweet tune as we chatted and kissed in the dim lit park behind my house. I've never brought anyone anywhere near the proximity of my home. Not even boyfriends.
Popeye waited for me at the Jurong Point taxi stand where I picked him up at about 9pm. We've been texting each other eversince our first meetup on Wednesday and decided less than a few hours ago to meet again. When he asked (sms) whether we're meeting as a client or friend, I teased him and said I've upgraded him to friend status.
If I was whoring purely to make money, then this probably isn't productive and not such a smart business move. But my intentions from the beginning was to meet people from different walks of life, those whom I would probably never meet as our paths will never cross. Popeye was one of them.
In a way, I'm rather glad I took up escorting. If not this magical moment would have never happened.
I've been to the park once before for a jog and discovered the place. We 'hiked' up to the peak of the hill and found that there were already a few other couples that were way ahead of us. With no vacant benches, we settled for the grass and just started to chat. I started off with a confession. Now that we're friends, I wanted him to know my real name. He asked for my real age but I was still in denial and refused to reveal it. Heh.
We talked about alot of things... his work, his family. As we laid down and looked at the stars, he pointed out which ones were stars, planets and satelites. I'm secretly starting to adore him even more now. I told him about my day, how I went to buy 2 of Adam Lambert's CD just to get a chance at a lucky draw. Of course he mocked me for it and wouldn't stop teasing about it later. He said he really like being in Singapore cos back in England (he's from the north) you can never do this (lie down in a park at night, cos it would be 18 degrees outside).
The setting was perfect and as I snuggled up and laid my head on his chest, my right hand went under his shirt to rub his nipples. Did I mention how I love the way our body 'fits'? We kissed a little bit more and then he asked about my family and I told him about my initial impression of sailors. But then we saw a few people walking up to where we were and we had to quickly sit up and look innocent. We talked some more and I told him that I'm not usually like this... sentimental and all. Then he said something like - he tries not to feel attached to anything as his jobs requires him to be away for many many weeks.
[urgghh..Water works again. *breathe... breathe*... Damn PMS]
And of course I try to understand what he is trying to say. That I shouldn't start to develop these feelings for him cos it might not lead to anything. But it was the sudden realisation that even as I was sitting beside him, it is not the real me that he sees. He knows me, from merely TWO days ago, as the social escort who was paid $150/hr to have sex with him. I am a prostitute. And no man can ever love a prostitute.
An undescribable heaviness landed on my heart as I reminded myself that this ain't a tv-series that I'm watching... it is my life. I'm a prostitute. Oh my god, I'm a prostitute. How did I even dare to think that he will like me?
[...more water works]
Then I felt his hand rubbing my back. Perhaps he felt my sadness. Whats sad is also that his stay in Singapore has been cut short and he'll be leaving next week. Well, everyone's got to wake up from their dreams, right?
But at least we still had this last few moments to share and I wanted to make the memories last. As we kissed and I gazed into his bluish-grey eyes, I worked my way through his belt and undo his buttons and voila! He was right about the stiffy. He was complaining that he was walking around in it all day.
I wanted him to have the best blow ever and leave Singapore with fond memories. It is nice to blow when you really mean it to be good, as you don't have the tendency to gag. I worked him for about 5 mins and then I heard the oh-so-familiar line - "I think I'm about to cum". Usually I'ld love to see their faces when they cum but this time, I didn't want to lose the momentum and pace. So I continued sucking untill I tasted the warm, thick liquid in my mouth. With my lips still wrapped around this 7-incher, I swallowed his cum and didn't leave a drop. Its not so messy that way... being outdoors and all.
When I turned to look at him, his face was blushing red and I teased him for panicking. Then he said I was a really naughty girl. Everyone says that. I still wonder why.
As we continued to lie down, he placed his arms around me and we snuggled really tight. I love his scent. Hugo Boss. I told him that if I ever miss him, I'll have to go sniff a Hugo Boss scent card from the department store. He turned and held me tighter and planted a kiss on my forehead.
That moment... will last me an eternity. Nobody.. and I say nobody, has ever kissed me on the forehead. Not even mom. And it was the most comforting and beautiful feeling I have ever felt in my entire life.
Soon it was time to go and we slowly made our way down to the main road so that he can catch a cab back to Tuas. On our way down, he said he wished we had met 10 months earlier (when he was in Singapore) and I said we can still kep in touch through emails. And then he alerted me about how there won't be any internet connections while he's at sea (usually 4 weeks long)..."So if I have not replied, don't think that I'm ignoring you", he said.
We kissed our last goodbye as I waved him away in the blue Comfort.
Crickets... the sound of cars whizzing by... silence... and I'm back to being alone again.
I whipped out my Jalou and played that song by Katie Melua - Piece by Piece...
Tonight, I allowed myself become a woman again and felt the warmth over every inch of my skin.
Tonight, I walked home with tears in my eyes.
You know how when you leave out a block of frozen meat to thaw, and as it softens, condensation forms around it, creating a pool of water from the melted ice. Yeah, that was what happened to my heart. It thawed and ruined my mascara.
I haven't felt like this in years. I remember telling myself a few months back, that perhaps I've lost the ability to love or at least develop a sense of fondness for anyone. Perhaps my heart has simply turned stone cold and numb.
But tonight was one of the most amazing nights in my life that I will never forget.
As I laid on the grass, in the warmth of his arms, I stared at the velvet blue sky sprinkled with stars and felt like the luckiest whore on the planet. The breeze whispered a sweet tune as we chatted and kissed in the dim lit park behind my house. I've never brought anyone anywhere near the proximity of my home. Not even boyfriends.
Popeye waited for me at the Jurong Point taxi stand where I picked him up at about 9pm. We've been texting each other eversince our first meetup on Wednesday and decided less than a few hours ago to meet again. When he asked (sms) whether we're meeting as a client or friend, I teased him and said I've upgraded him to friend status.
If I was whoring purely to make money, then this probably isn't productive and not such a smart business move. But my intentions from the beginning was to meet people from different walks of life, those whom I would probably never meet as our paths will never cross. Popeye was one of them.
In a way, I'm rather glad I took up escorting. If not this magical moment would have never happened.
I've been to the park once before for a jog and discovered the place. We 'hiked' up to the peak of the hill and found that there were already a few other couples that were way ahead of us. With no vacant benches, we settled for the grass and just started to chat. I started off with a confession. Now that we're friends, I wanted him to know my real name. He asked for my real age but I was still in denial and refused to reveal it. Heh.
We talked about alot of things... his work, his family. As we laid down and looked at the stars, he pointed out which ones were stars, planets and satelites. I'm secretly starting to adore him even more now. I told him about my day, how I went to buy 2 of Adam Lambert's CD just to get a chance at a lucky draw. Of course he mocked me for it and wouldn't stop teasing about it later. He said he really like being in Singapore cos back in England (he's from the north) you can never do this (lie down in a park at night, cos it would be 18 degrees outside).
The setting was perfect and as I snuggled up and laid my head on his chest, my right hand went under his shirt to rub his nipples. Did I mention how I love the way our body 'fits'? We kissed a little bit more and then he asked about my family and I told him about my initial impression of sailors. But then we saw a few people walking up to where we were and we had to quickly sit up and look innocent. We talked some more and I told him that I'm not usually like this... sentimental and all. Then he said something like - he tries not to feel attached to anything as his jobs requires him to be away for many many weeks.
[urgghh..Water works again. *breathe... breathe*... Damn PMS]
And of course I try to understand what he is trying to say. That I shouldn't start to develop these feelings for him cos it might not lead to anything. But it was the sudden realisation that even as I was sitting beside him, it is not the real me that he sees. He knows me, from merely TWO days ago, as the social escort who was paid $150/hr to have sex with him. I am a prostitute. And no man can ever love a prostitute.
An undescribable heaviness landed on my heart as I reminded myself that this ain't a tv-series that I'm watching... it is my life. I'm a prostitute. Oh my god, I'm a prostitute. How did I even dare to think that he will like me?
[...more water works]
Then I felt his hand rubbing my back. Perhaps he felt my sadness. Whats sad is also that his stay in Singapore has been cut short and he'll be leaving next week. Well, everyone's got to wake up from their dreams, right?
But at least we still had this last few moments to share and I wanted to make the memories last. As we kissed and I gazed into his bluish-grey eyes, I worked my way through his belt and undo his buttons and voila! He was right about the stiffy. He was complaining that he was walking around in it all day.
I wanted him to have the best blow ever and leave Singapore with fond memories. It is nice to blow when you really mean it to be good, as you don't have the tendency to gag. I worked him for about 5 mins and then I heard the oh-so-familiar line - "I think I'm about to cum". Usually I'ld love to see their faces when they cum but this time, I didn't want to lose the momentum and pace. So I continued sucking untill I tasted the warm, thick liquid in my mouth. With my lips still wrapped around this 7-incher, I swallowed his cum and didn't leave a drop. Its not so messy that way... being outdoors and all.
When I turned to look at him, his face was blushing red and I teased him for panicking. Then he said I was a really naughty girl. Everyone says that. I still wonder why.
As we continued to lie down, he placed his arms around me and we snuggled really tight. I love his scent. Hugo Boss. I told him that if I ever miss him, I'll have to go sniff a Hugo Boss scent card from the department store. He turned and held me tighter and planted a kiss on my forehead.
That moment... will last me an eternity. Nobody.. and I say nobody, has ever kissed me on the forehead. Not even mom. And it was the most comforting and beautiful feeling I have ever felt in my entire life.
Soon it was time to go and we slowly made our way down to the main road so that he can catch a cab back to Tuas. On our way down, he said he wished we had met 10 months earlier (when he was in Singapore) and I said we can still kep in touch through emails. And then he alerted me about how there won't be any internet connections while he's at sea (usually 4 weeks long)..."So if I have not replied, don't think that I'm ignoring you", he said.
We kissed our last goodbye as I waved him away in the blue Comfort.
Crickets... the sound of cars whizzing by... silence... and I'm back to being alone again.
I whipped out my Jalou and played that song by Katie Melua - Piece by Piece...
First of all must go
Your scent upon my pillow
And then I'll say goodbye
to your whisper in my dreams
Your scent upon my pillow
And then I'll say goodbye
to your whisper in my dreams
And then our lips will part
In my mind and in my heart
Cos your kiss
Went deeper than my skin
In my mind and in my heart
Cos your kiss
Went deeper than my skin
Piece by piece
is how I'll let go of you
Kiss by kiss
Will leave my mind
One at a time
One at a time
is how I'll let go of you
Kiss by kiss
Will leave my mind
One at a time
One at a time
I'll shed like skin
Our memories of lazy days
And fade away the shadow of your face...
Our memories of lazy days
And fade away the shadow of your face...
I really need to get new mascara cos this supposed waterproof one doesn't seem to be tearproof.
Guess I'm not as heavy-duty as I thought...
xoxo.
xoxo.
7 inches wo!!!
Why do boys always assume I'ld like to keep a picture of their cock? Maybe they're just weird in their own self-loving ways... As much as I love porn, I don't think I need to keep a private penis photo collection. Today I found Popeye's dick sitting in my inbox. *yummm*
Oh and how was the 'date'?... It went especially well. I even accompanied him to Funan IT Mall after that cos I didn't really feel like going back to office. He wasnt like how I imagined him to be. I assumed that sailors were loud, 'cocky' (puns intended), rude... but he was none of it. In fact, he's nice, polite and really sweet.
When I was bj-ing him, he said 'May I?' before rubbing my clit... like how adorable is that?
And... I've heard of 6'3 but never met anyone who is... and I tell you, he is bloody talllll. Not to mention he's 7 inches. Mind-blowing!
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Oh and how was the 'date'?... It went especially well. I even accompanied him to Funan IT Mall after that cos I didn't really feel like going back to office. He wasnt like how I imagined him to be. I assumed that sailors were loud, 'cocky' (puns intended), rude... but he was none of it. In fact, he's nice, polite and really sweet.
When I was bj-ing him, he said 'May I?' before rubbing my clit... like how adorable is that?
And... I've heard of 6'3 but never met anyone who is... and I tell you, he is bloody talllll. Not to mention he's 7 inches. Mind-blowing!
He's got to be one of my favourites (if not the most) cos our bodies seemed to 'fit'. Popeye's the typical big and tall ang-moh and riding him was very enjoyable since I'm on the plus side too. At least I don't have to be afraid if I should crush his ribs or something. He's also the first one to finger-fuck me to orgasm. And the sex was awesome. Did I mentioned he's a 7 incher?
I hate it when I get sentimental like this.
{Congrats to QueenB on her second Ang-moh! Double pat on the back.}
xoxo.
I hate it when I get sentimental like this.
{Congrats to QueenB on her second Ang-moh! Double pat on the back.}
xoxo.
My FIRST Sailor
Got a 'date' with a sailor this afternoon. Received his email yesterday and was rather pleased with his honesty (he even attached his pic:)
25 years young, 6'3, blue eyes, from England (wats with you and English boys, QueenB??)
Supposed to meet at 8.30pm but he just texted to meet earlier at 4pm. Guess I gotta be a naughty girl and slip out of office again...
(Note to self: Cannot make it a habit to slip out and fuck during office hours!!!)
(Note to self: Cannot make it a habit to slip out and fuck during office hours!!!)
Will update on the sailor man... *will it be cheesy to nickname him Popeye? hehe*
xoxo.
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