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Hey Big Spender!

What a way to kick off 2011! My first booking for the year was with a 36 year old American lawyer, let's call him Tony (as is Tony in Drop Dead Diva, Jane's boyfriend).

(Can't actually blog in full today cos I've gotta prepare for my booking this afternoon. Let's make this a quickie)...

The experience was... Wow!!!

For the first time, it felt like a real date and we really looked like a couple (cos we're both big and chubby, kinda felt like Tony and Jane, hahah)

Tony made reservations for dinner at CUT, a steakhouse at Marina Bay Sands... OMG, have you seen that place? I would never have imagined I would ever, EVER step into a place like that in my entire lifetime. It is my first snazzy restaurant, where I ordered my first snazzy cocktail, which infact I had no idea what I ordered, simply picked the first thing on the menu. Plus, I kinda liked the name - The Duke of Earl.

To me surprise, it was delicious. I have always imagined cocktail to taste, maybe, very alcoholic, and as I was ready to hold my breath and swallow my poison, the drink froliked on my tongue and glided down my throat like sweet serenade. Nice. Great first expereince with cocktail (unlike wine). Thumbs up! Can try again. Ouh ouh!!

Tony and I warmed up very well, as expected. At the dinner table, I was at a total lost of what to order. So I told Tony the truth, that I know naughts about whats on the menu and after getting some recommendations from the waiter (I dunno if thats what you call 'em, they're not like the usual guys who waits on tables, they talk alot more), I ordered the Filet Mignon.

Looked something like this... but nicer

One of the reasons also why I was afraid to order cos I was totally blown away by the price tagged on these dishes. My Filet Mignon alone was $120!!! That is like my meal allowance for a whole month, equivalent to 24 plates of premium-price Nasi Lemak!!!

But it was the most heavenly thing my tongue has ever tasted. *drooooolll* The taste still lingers on my mind...

{ Sneaked to snap a pic of the table setting when Tony went to the Gents }

Donuts and gelato sent from the heavens above.... Divine!!!

To cut the story short, when we got back to his hotel, Tony wasn't looking for full-on penetration kind of sex... just close enough to tease, he said. Okayyyyy....

Now the best thing about sex with a big guy is that I don't have to worry about crushing his bones. At the rate of how I was humping on top of him, the regular guy would have broken joints in 12 different places. But with Tony, it was like I was on the floating castle. So funn!!!!

After much foreplay and by the time I hopped on top of him, Tony was already rock hard and stiff like a standing ovation. I, of course was juicing wet from the excitement. So I rubbed my body against his, back and forth, and positioned my pelvic region, exactly where the tip of his schlong is pressed along from the tip of my clit to my wet pussy, but not penetrating. Now imagine that, and then imagine gliding back and forth like that slowly at first, then faster and faster.

That was the first time I've ever tried doing that and I never thought it could feel so good!!! It was suchhhhhhhh a tease that I got even wetter and he could feel my wetness, which drove him wildly crazy. I loved the expresion on his face I got so much satisfaction from the pleasure of my man.

Having sex in the dark, with the window curtains fully drawned, revealing Singapore's scenic night setting with the Singapore flyer and MBS towers lending its light, glowing off the silhoutte of my body to let Tony find his way around.

It was a beautiful, super-sexy-hot evening and I'm guessing, I'll be Tony's first stop when he comes back again to our sunny shores.

xoxo.

p.s: Hmmm... so where next? Ku De Ta?... bring it on babyyyyyy

How did my boobs get so big?

LaSenza is having an awesome SALE!!!

Up to 70% off and selected styles are 'Buy One Get One'.

Was there earlier today and I was amazed at how my cute-Cs suddenly transformed into Knockout-DDs. Ah.. the miracle of the 'push-up'. You don't even have to break into a sweat.

I was so happy with these precious findings that of course I had to get 2 of 'em (buy one, get one!). Can't stop staring at them ever since I put it on... they look like fuckin' melons! Even I'm turned on by my own boobs *lol*

Boys, get 'em for your girlfriends!
Girls, what are you waiting for?...

Boobs Kill Everything

Germany's GOT Talent alright! Check out this video on Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=437024097794&ref=mf

Californiacation

Tonight I had my first American. A 40 year old boy from California that brought me to the Pan Pacific Suites at Somerset. Let's name him... Jesse, like Belle's very own American boy (Season 3, Ep.1). You see, it is THIS kind of clients that make me keep coming back for more. Easy breezy call girl... I was out in 20 minutes.

Jesse's pretty cute. Looks nothing like his age. Sometimes I doubt I can ever master the skill of guessing a man's age. He's not an expat, just stopping over in Singapore for a few days before heading off next to Australia... I really envy people who's work allows them to jet-set like that, spend nights in suites without ever having to clean up and have dinner parties at Sentosa Cove. Pffftttt.

xoxo

Making love to Ashraf Safdar

As he leaned forward to kiss me, I could feel his right hand slowly moving up from my thighs, sweeping against my skin, gracing my perky nipples. I closed my eyes... ouhhhh Ashraf babyyyy.....!!!

Oh god, I wish it was really Ashraf Safdar (cos he's just so damn hot, and smart). But this particular gentlemen ended up with an hour with me due to some inaccurate details that was provided. You see, he was the one who took up my bait for the Patrizio Buanne concert. In his email, he did mention of the 'oompa loompa' mix but 'with British roots'. BRITISH ROOTS MY ASS!

Anyway, we decided to meet up last Tuesday, prior to the concert. I thought it wasn't such a bad idea, that we could get acquainted and warm up to each other. Also because I insist that he collect the concert tickets on that day and I get to hold on to my ticket, just to be safe.

The ONLY reason why I agreed to going to the concert with him is cos he said he had British roots, that's why I didn't rule him out straight away. But when I saw him at Coffee Bean the other day, I could feel my blood level shoot up and smoke must have been coming out of my ears! You know my preference for 'anyone-but-oompa loompas'!!!

From the way he spoke to the way he looked, there wasn't a speck of English DNA-strand. I could probably have given him credit if he had some wit, sense of humour or charm. Nada. Zilch.

I know I could've just walked away, even though I know he had already seen me from afar. But I didn't have the heart. Can you believe the guy... 2 minutes from the moment I sat down, he said something like -" I know in the email I said we should have dinner first before we proceed to the hotel, but now that I've seen you I think I want to have you now."

What the fuck of a man is that? Its just the way he said it, that repulsed me to the max, it made me feel sick in the stomach. What? Am I like, steak, or something?

Honestly, I feel like throwing up everytime I think about him (not to mention the breath). It is the FIRST time in my kissing history that I did not swallow my saliva. And when he started to caress my body, I usually like to watch but this time, I HAD to close my eyes, pretending I was enjoying it, but instead trying hard to imagine it was Ashraf Safdar.

Once the hour was over, we went separate ways, and I jumped into the nearest cinema and watched Shrek4, in 3D, just to get the whole thing out of my head, not forgetting, bottles and bottles of Pokka green tea.

I've repelled several request for dates with him since that night, the next one being on the very next afternoon. I could really use the money, but seriously, cannot 'lah!

Next I'm supposed to see him is for the concert, and then 'the hour', and then, the end. Hopefully Patrizio will be a good distraction for the night. *cross my fingers, eyes and toes*

xoxo

p/s: About Ashraf, if anyone from the production team of Singapore Talking happen to be reading this, puh-leassssee do something about Ashraf's hair. Week after week his hair is all messed up and look like he just walked in the rain. He's publicity pics are really nice, one with his cute floppy hair (see above)...

p/ss: Hooked up with Marcus earlier today. Yup. He's not so dead after all.

The German Shephard

Just got back from a 'job'. Was on leave today so I took on this last minute call. I dun usually accept last minute requests but he is a German. My first German. Let's call him The German Shephard - GS.

Another interesting thing about GS was that... he requested for a GS - golden shower. *gasps*

I thought i would give it a go but when the situation called for it, I just couldn't pee.

I still cannot understand why someone would want to be pee-ed on.

Another request from GS was that I wear a pantyhose. He said he has a thing about pantyhose and its smell. Hmm... ok.

That, I could accomodate but with a heavy heart cos that means wearing a skirt. You see, this might come as a surprise but i do not wear skirts. The last time i wore a skirt was when I was in secondary school. So what more a DRESS. Thussss.... i never wear pantyhose. The only other time i remember wearing a pantyhose was when I was in kindergarten and my mother loved to dress me up in frilly dresses, white knitted pantyhose and patent Mary-Janes. ahakz.

Anw, it wasn't too bad an experience and I get to go home early. Plus, did i mention that GS looks like Antonio Banderas? Hahah... I didn't ask GS for much information like age and stuff, so when i saw him, it was a pretty delightful surprise. Ok, I'm shagged. Off to bed. Nightey...

xoxo

Money, Money, Money

I can be a real snob if I want, whenever I want to.

Especially when it comes to screening potential clients. After a while, I've developed this talent for rounding up a guy just from the way he sms-es. From the way he choose his words, I can decide whether he's even worth texting.

I guess I've made this clear since Day 1 that I'm not doing this for the money. Simply recreational (but later decided that it pays t0o, so why not). That's why I can afford to be all snooty about it, pick and choose the lucky men who gets to shower their moolahs on me.

[Oh oh... phone call. It's the girl from the escort agency. t.b.c...]

Will tell you about that phonecall later.

As I was saying... Yes, ever heard about 'Pricing Strategy'? It's a marketing term and it is the reason why I've capped my charges to $150/hr. The cheapest girl on a social escort site that I've seen is $200, even that she'll have to split with agency for commission, while a street-hooker along Geylang is easily $40 a pop.

My personal ads would also clearly state one thing: Expats only.

Definition of expat: ex·pa·tri·ate (ěk-spā'trē-āt') - someone who lives temporarily or permanently in a country/cultural group other than the one he originally comes from.

MY definition of expat: rich angmoh (who's overpaid with an obscene amount of money that he doesnt know what to do with it)

At times, I do bend the rules a little. You gotta be either rich or angmoh. But still $150/hr.

I've fixed myself to that amount because it is targetted at men who can truly afford it. Not for men who have to scrimp and save to afford it. Locals will never pay that kind of price cos if they are that horny, they would know better where to get the cheap ones. So far I've only done one local guy; a newbie, so let that be an experience for him.

For me, it's either you can afford it or you don't. Some cheapskate ones would even try to bargain and haggle the price, making me feel like some fish at the pasar... It is a major turn-off. Usually when that happens, I'll just cut them loose and move on to the next one.

If you can truly afford it, you won't feel the pinch when you have to part with your money. Tonight's case scenario was totally the opposite. Another one of my misadventures that'll go deep in my escorting journal.

My client turned out to be a bleak, twiggy, mini-sized 26 y.o Indonesian fella. I dun have any problems with Indonesians. Really. I love Indonesians. The ones with thick wallets.

Firstly, my boy was late and he made me wait under his block for about half-an-hour. I waited till my mousse-up hair went flat. Apparently he is on his way home from work.

Secondly, he told me to take the lift up to the 12th floor, just to see him suspiciously hiding at the staircase. When I found him, he whispered that his flatmate hasn't left the house and that we would have to wait a while more. What made me flare up was when he suggested that I give him a blowjob on the staircase first while waiting for his flatemate to leave the house. What am I? 16? Make out at the staircase, you've got to be kiddin me!!!

When he saw that I was upset, he took out his wallet and showed the $150 that he has for me. That almost blurred my judgement for a while, until he said he'd give me a $20 deposit for a blowjob and pay the rest once the hour is done. WTF!!!!????

I was so furious that I just stormed away. We had already discussed this via sms that I need my payment upfront before we proceed. And to think that he's being very difficult with parting with his money, just shows that he actually can't afford it and the risk of him not paying in full at the end of the service was evident. So this time, I decided to listen to my guts and leave.

As I waited for the lift, he still had the cheek to say - "Pls dun leave, I really want to touch your breasts."

The lift door opened and before I stepped in I said to him," U dun want to pay yet you still want to touch?" I gave him one last glare and left.

I was cursing and swearing at the boy for wasting my time. But I wasn't like really fuming mad, but somehow felt a lil sad for him. He's probably working as a waiter, somewhere, yet still want to spend that hard-earned money on prostitutes? I thought I'm the only one with the whacked sense of judgement.

After tonight's episode, I am nothing but more focused on getting my desired target audience. Expats - rich angmohs. And I shan't settle for any less. One thing I've learnt from experience is that the ang-moh are definitely more gentlemen and they never, never haggle. Plus, they have all that money and that's where I've got my eyes on. I don't want the local's (MY definition of local: working class Singaporean/ Malaysian/ Indonesian) money. Their money is hard-earned and shouldn't be spent like that. Sorry locals, your money is not valid with me.

Another community service brought to you by the Ministry of Sex (and) Affairs.

xoxo.

p/s: Meeting the girl from the agency tomorrow at 2pm. Spoke to her over the phone and not surprisingly she sounds very lian, and speaks fluent singlish. If the discussion goes well tomorrow, I might. Just might... sign up as a freelance escort with her agency.

Fourth Ad Post

Was contacted by another escort agency just now. I hesitated a while before I replied to her sms. Checked out their website and all...before I knew it I've scheduled to meet her tmw for lunch.

Pretty excited about it. Though I hv to make sure that this is 'die-die' discreet. I dun want them to post my pics all over the web or something.

Anyway, I've posted another personal ad online and have clinched a 'date' for tonight. Lucky for me, it's pretty near my place... so I get to save on transport. Heh.

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!!!)

Will update on the sailor man... *will it be cheesy to nickname him Popeye? hehe*

xoxo.

Rae of Light

goddess with white hat and beads - burning man 2009

My phone has been chiming off its hooks with sms-es and I just had to get my prepaid topped up.

Last night was a rather easy task. Other than the fact that the boy was late, but it was alright as at least I didn't have to rush. I checked in first into the hotel along Bencoolen while I wait for Rae to arrive. Rae is 27 years old. A local boy of Chinese-Malay mix. He's a newbie and last night was his virgin escort-experience. He, on the other hand, is my third.

For once I felt very in-control of the situation. Boy walks through the door. Boy sits on the far end of the bed. I lie in bed. We both watched Jurassic Park on tv. Never before has JP been so engaging. Rae was really shy. So shy that he cant bring to turn his face to look at me. His face was towards the tv most of the time. A boy of few words, he only answered my questions with a yes, no, i don't know and maybe.

I, on the other hand, was secretly worried about the time. So I tried out Belle's liner - " Do you have something for me...?" Looking apologetic for forgetting, he fished out his wallet, counted through some crispy notes and handed them to me. You should have seen the grin I was trying to hide. The money was such a huge motivation. Like someone once said, 'Just close your eyes, hold your breath and just think of him as your next paycheck.'

I slowly asked him to relax, lie back... take off your shirt and hang it. And he followed my instructions so obediently.

The boy had a small frame and rather skinny. I had to be careful not to put my entire body weight on him or he might die from suffocation. Rae is the same age as me. But he is sooo not my type and I won't fuck him for free. As I let him squeeze and fondle my breast, I closed my eyes and imagined it was Marcus. Suddenly I felt something rubbing my clit and it was his finger.

Right hand squeezing my right breast, left hand down south rubbing my clit... and I placed both my hands against the bed post for support as moaned and groaned to the pulsating rhythm. Hmm, for someone shy, this boy sure knows what he is doing.

I later returned the favour by giving him head. He was quite well-endowed and had a good girth to flaunt. It didn't take long for him to cum... I chose not to swallow, instead I held his cock firmly in my hands as squirts of white viscous liquid flowed like lava from a volcano. I could feel the throb in the palms of my hands as his faced mirrored his pleasure. First round completed.

Before he went to wash up, I teased him,"Next round, I want you to take charge,"half, commanding, half teasing.

On the second round, once I've made him hard again, I whispered in his ear, "How badly do you want to fuck me?"

"Very badly." He moaned.

"Get on top of me and fuck me fast".

Rae simply followed as instructed and I could see that he was even bigger than the first round. As he got into a comfortable position, he had both his hands on my breast as he ride me slow, increasing the speed as he escalated my pleasure. I let out a big moan as he thrusted his thick cock even deeper into my wet pussy. Then not long after, I felt him pull out and saw that he was cumming.

While he attended to his cock, I made a quick glance to my watch and saw that I still had half and hour to go (Rae booked me for 2 hrs). But after he came out of the bathroom, to my delight, Rae started to put on his clothes. He said he had to make a move already cos he was meeting some friends.

I curled up under the sheets as I watched him dress. Yup, the boy's really scrawny lah :P Once he was set to go, he came close to me, shook my hand, thanked and promised to keep in touch.

*LOL* He shook my hand.

I was just glad that the hours went by pretty fast and uneventfully. I quickly got up and dressed.
Yet another night in the life of an escort.

xoxo.

Second Post

13.Feb.10

Here comes the most dreaded time of the year for me... the longgggg Chinese New Year holidays. Every year, I always end up not knowing what to do with myself given so many days of leisure. Shops everywhere will be closed so I'm usually left dead bored and having to hook up with some guy, just to pass time.

Last year I hooked up with Shawn, whom I met online on mIRC. He's been in London for a few years to study and was back in S'pore for the new year.

I was cracking my head, trying to think of a new plan to escape the boredom when I got the idea to post my SECOND post.

Here's how it sounded like:

XXXtra Curvy* Fleshy * Busty

Hello gentlemen, let me warm your lonely nights. All I want is to give you pleasure... I'm 25 y.o, 100%-woman with curves to prove it. I'm not your typical bimbo so I also love intelligent men who can mentally arouse. Drop me an sms now and share with me your wildest desires... I'll be waiting... xoxo

**EXPATS only pls!**

**Phone calls WILL NOT be entertained. So pls dun even bother calling. Drop me an sms and we'll proceed from there. Thanks!**

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Hehehe... Let's see what kind of response I get from this... *Gong Xi Fa Caiiiii*

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