Cherry-Poppin' Daddies

Bon soir ma blog...

Last you heard from me was when I was panicking in fear of being sniffed out and since then I have kept a very low profile. Kept myself very busy living the life of the honestly employed - but nothing beats the thrill of being paid for sex.

I have since invented a new escort identity for myself but I dunno if its the lull period or is it just me, cos the response is worryingly slow. I tried to recall what were the strategies/ meta tags/ keywords/ SEO methods that I had used before and applied the same but still am not getting the desired results.

It is both a good and bad thing. Good cos I'm too busy, too tired with work to take on any meetings in the evenings anyway. And bad, cos I can't figure out what I'm doing wrong with my website and SEO methods. Is it the pictures? Rates? How I penned my introduction? What? Why arent I getting responses? Before this, I was at The Regis at least once a fortnight!!!

These days, I'm just legally employed in the day, VIP-courtesan by night to my 2 most loyal clients - Pierre and G. (Not both at once though)

The other day I went to watch a movie (127 Hours) and then dinner with G, at my neighbourhood mall. Pretty risky I know. I could have just bumped into one of my aunts and grandma cos we all stay in the same area. 127 Hours was interesting, but what was happening in my pants was way hotter than the Blue John Canyon. G just couldnt get his hands off me and since I've never ever made out in the cinema before, I let G have his way. Kinda kinky getting your clit flicked in the theatre!

And Pierre... my Pierre... just cant get enough of me. Looking at how slow my escort business has been, I'm beginning to wonder what these men see in me, that has got them hooked and twisted around my finger.

I owe alot to Pierre though. First he'd sponsor my photoshoot. And now he had helped me finance a 5-week study course that I had signed up to upgrade myself and because of the sudden death of my escort career, I couldnt pay for the balance of the fees. I can also discuss different matters with him, and I value his opinions as he is always very frank with me.

I remember one afternoon while we were rolling in bed and he asked me how my job hunt was going, and I said that I was waiting for openings in certain organisations. Instead he said that I should be sending out at least 2 CVs a day.

'Just send', he said, and go for as many interviews. Treat it as practice for your interview skills, so that when you finally get that interview with the company you like, you'll be more confident and ready.

Pierre is my biggest supporter for now. Always giving me words of encouragement, and my pillar of strength. I just have to remind myself not to be too much indebt with him else I might have to be his slave for life or something.

Was supposed to follow him on his business trip next week but since I'm working now, my schedule kinda made it impossible. And what was I gonna tell my parents?

"Uh, mom, can I please follow my sugardaddy to Shanghai. It's just for 4 days. Please, please, please..??? I'll be flying business class...!"

Heh.

So that's basically it. Only 2 men to occupy myself with for now. Other than the once in a blue-moon 'horny-pangs' and one-off sex with Mr. Right-Nows... this 'real' work/ job thang makes me weary to the bones *sigh*

x.

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M'aider, M'aider, M'aider!!!

Mayday... mayday... mayday... [distress signal]

I've been having a headache for about a week now. Things happen - good and bad.

Good thing is - I've finally done my nude photo shoots. The results are spectacular. So much so that I think I could explore the probability of being a plus-size model ala Tara Lyn and Ashley Graham.

Anw, here's the bad news.

I think I've been found out.

I think my sister sniffed the rat and accidentally found my escort website or something... ouh, I don't really know but she mentioned something cryptic last week and again last night. She said ... "I know what you're doing"... and it set my heart racing so fast that I couldn't sleep the entire night.

So here's the plan:

Escape Plan

1) Deny, deny, deny

2) Shut down the website for now.

3) Look for a real job PRONTO!!!

I should probably just operate out of the escort portals and lie low for a while. The timing can't be worse cos I've got these new gorgeous photos and I can't wait to show 'em off. I'll also just do part-time escorting and limit to evening meetings. Need to break this to Pierre, cos I usually meet him during lunch-time, so now we've got to figure out a new schedule....

Erggggghhhhhhh.... I don't know.. but my chest feels like it can just explode!!!!!!!!

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Window Stalking

I am a stalker. Window stalker.

These days I find myself walking pass the Louboutin boutique numerous times. The obsession of owning a pair of Louboutins is consuming me more and more each day. I can feel it - this is the year where I will be throned with a classic pair of Louboutins.

And perhaps even when I do finally buy it. I might not wear it. I will display it on my shelf so that I can ogle at it lovingly everyday. It will be the first thing I see when I wake up and the last thing I see before I sleep. Maybe I will even wear it to sleep. But never ever walk in it. I'ld rather walk bare footed and carry the shoes in my arms.

Ahh.... someday, my love. My feet and your sole will meet and unite. Our love will overcome all obstacles and there will only be you and me in our little world of mystery and seduction. No other will do. I want... only you... 

xoxo

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G-Spot

Christmas is the time to share your love. Also an excuse to go shopping, even if it is for others.

Last week after G brought me lingerie shopping, I cracked my head to think of what gifts to get for his daughters, aged 5 and 7y.o. I tried to dig back on old memories, when I was a little girl, what were the things I loved and treasured. After walking around the entire ION, I went back and went through my list of shortlisted items. As I had all the time in the world to decide, I figured I shouldn't buy impulsively as I wanted to put more thought into the gifts.

The next day early in the morning, I went back to ION before the other Christmas shoppers to snap up some cool gifts from Kikki K, Diva and Accessories.



It was a tough choice, especially when later I went to Borders and saw MORE cool stuffs. Luckily I was still able to restrain myself and settled at Coffee Club to chill instead for the rest of the day.

I only got to wrapping the gifts on Tuesday and was wishing hard that the girls would like 'em.



Yesterday morning, I popped by G's place to pass him the pressies. We sat and chatted for a while and I saw that his X'mas tree was already up and baubbled. It felt ready good to see him and hear him talk about choosing between Fairprice Finest and Fairprice Xpress *lol*. Com'on, he's a stay at home dad, what do you expect?! I do wonder where his moolahs come from... hmmm, maybe he's an exiled prince or has independent wealth? I don't really care (ok, maybe just a little bit). I simply like him for his kindness and humility. And the great sex, of course.

I stayed for less than half-an-hour cos his kids were already on their way back (from playing at the neighbours. He sent them over when I txted to say I was coming. Why? Am I that hideous? Oh. I forgot. I'm the prostitute.)

I told him he don't have to tell the girls who the presents were from. Just say it was from 'Santarina'. I didn't sign off on any of the presents too, just christmas greetings and wishes. It would have been rather awkward for me to sign-off, I mean, should I sign my 'REAL' or 'reel' name? Or maybe simply 'Love, Your Dad's Fuckin Machine' or 'Kisses, Your New Mom'. *lol* Now, THAT would be pure evil.

I went back home after that and as usual over-analysed the scenario in my head. Maybe he would hide the gifts and not give it to the girls. Maybe it IS unappropriate for me to extend gifts to his family. Maybe he will open and check the presents first to see if its anything 'unappropriate' before giving it to the girls.

Then I wondered some more why I doubt him so much when he has only been so nice. *smacks myslef on the head* Perhaps it is 'me' that I don't trust. I do not expect anything in return. I don't expect recognition. Just want to share my love. I turned up my radio as this song played the tune of my teary peepers.

When you forget me
When you don’t remember my name
Not even a memory
Somewhere in the back of your brain
I won’t be offended
‘Cause I always knew
that the day would come
when I’m not enough to make you stay


You tell me it’s not possible
No way that we could break
But nothing is illogical
Believe me


Like falling stars over your head
We were bound to burn out
Burn like crashing cars
I’ll never get over you, never over you
‘Cause you are so beautiful, yeah


The world is turning
And time keeps on lingering on
The sun will be burning
Eventually you will be gone


I’ll always love you
Oh, believe it or not
Baby, that’s not enough to
Not enough to stop these…


Falling stars over your head
We were bound to burn out, burn like crashing cars
I’ll never get over you, never over you
‘Cause you are so beautiful, yeah


When it’s all said and done
I’ll be just a speck in the galaxy
Floating far far away by gravity
You tell me it’s not possible
No way that we could break


Like falling stars
Like crashing cars
Like falling stars over your head
We were bound to burn out just like crashing cars
I’ll never get over you, never over you
‘Cause you are so beautiful
You are so beautiful, yeah


:: Falling Stars :: David Archuleta



About 15 minutes later, I got a phonecall from my 'secret'-phone. Yippeeee - a job call at last, I thought.

I picked up the call with a sexy "Hello", and voice at the other end exclaimed - "Thank youuuuuuu!!!!!!!!"

Huh?

"The girls lovvvvvvvved it!!!!!", said the familiar voice.

It then hit me who it was and screamed,"You were supposed to open your presents on Christmas day!"

"Yeah, but the girls were so excited when they saw it, and I was curious so we just had to open it now. Thank you. It is really too much. You didn't have to. I've been to these shops and I know how much these things cost..."

I'm surprised I can still remember every single thing he uttered. It feels really nice to make others smile and feel happy. He went on and on for a while more and then we were planning our next rendezvous. He said probably the week after next. Till then I'll probably would have starved to death.

In an unexpected turn of events and many more flirty sms-es inbetween, I ended up at his doorstep, again, later that night.

'The coast is clear.'

That is my cue to come in. His daughters are finally asleep.

He took my hand and whispered to my ear.

I couldn't hear what it was :P

He led me into a room and then I saw this little angel sleeping peacefully. She is so adorable!!!! Oh, he wanted to show me his daughters, whom I have only seen in pictures. On her little side table, I saw the gifts that I got for her, displayed nicely, fitting perfectly with her other belongings. Bingo! My taste in gifts was on the DOT.

Shortly after we returned to the living room, where daddy was already very, very, hard.

To keep it short, things were smokin' up by the Christmas tree as G kissed me all over with his hands already making his way into my private baubbles. We took it to the bedroom after that and the rest was his-story.

After multiple orgasms and pints of sweat later, G flopped on my body and we snuggled tight, his head resting inbetween my swellin boobies.

"You know, Annie loved your presents so much, she wore it during dinner. She almost wanted to wear it to sleep," whispered G.

"Then perhaps I should have bought for all 3 of you so that you all can wear it together at dinner", I chuckled.

"Though I have another present for you, but I insist on giving it to you personally.... Lie on your back," I ordered, and started nibbling his nipples and plant gentle kisses down his body and inbetween his thighs, purposely avoiding his 8-inch candy cane.

I teased his sack with my tongue and as his moans got more intense, I finally licked his candy cane until it melted. Mmmm, I love candy.

It was a transaction-less episode as I came on my own accord but if the sex was good, I don't mind.

After all the shoes, shoes and Christmas shopping, I am down to my last $10. Can you believe it? I can't. My entire stash is gone. I have to chew my shoes till I get my next 'call'.

If anyone would like to donate your lunch vouchers, dinner coupons or maybe take me out to dinner (in return I will pose as your girlfriend at that dreaded Christmas party) please email me at xoxo.chuckles@gmail.com with the email subject: Keep 'hushushbaby' Alive!

Thank you & Merry Christmas!

*^*hoe hoe hoe*^*

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Body like Tara Lynn

She is my ultimate favourite model and I finally found her com-card! Looking at her stats, I was estatic to discover that we share almost the same figure, but of course she has such a gorgeous face - she looks like she's sent straight from heaven! Apart from her being 5"9 (I'm 5"5), and her shoe-size's a 9.5 (I'm size 8), I'm distinctively asian while she's caucasian. Not that I'm thinking I could ever be a plus-size model (though the thought has ever crossed my silly mind) but I'm just basking in the warm feeling of being the same mould as someone so gorgeous.

Speaking of 'basking', my day was almost complete when G called me this morning and I got to hear his voice for a while. Ahhh.... How nice. I think I'm going through another phase of 'false-sense-of-romance'.

Last night, as I was lying in bed, I felt a wild yearning to be in G's arms, snuggling tight and thinking of how good it would be to wake up next to him. I don't usually think of my clients this way - actually never.

And its the festive season again, which means lesser bookings = dry period. :P

I'm going over to G's place tomorrow, to pass him the pressies I got for his kids (and for him too, of course). Actually its just an excuse to see him. And I don't want him to pay. Just want to meet him like other everyday strangers.

xoxo.

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F.I.L.F - Chivalry is Not Dead

On a regular day, I would actually be bitter seeing these two teenagers 'loving-doving' infront of me. But today is an especially lovely day for me.

As you can see, I am blogging in the comforts of the plush seats at Old Town White Coffee @Far East Plaza right now, while having *duhh* - coffee. My tummy's cramping pretty bad; having my first day of period, but I'm all grinssss.

A lottttttttt of things have happened and it will take at least 10 posts before I get it all down on blog. But let's start with TODAY.

I met up with, let's call him 'G', at Starbucks at 10.30am this morning for breakfast. G asked me out to go shopping... for lingerie. To begin with... how awesome is THAT??!!!!!!!! Lingerie shopping is the ultimate best (second being bags and shoes, third - dresses). So after that I brought him to the place where I usually buy my naughty intimate wear.

RONDAVOUS - THE hang out place for all naughty lingerie. At first I asked him to choose for me, but being him, he said, "No, you choose. It's for you". Awww, how sweet right?

So I picked out a few to try them on, and with each different piece, I called him into the changing room to see. NOW, I would surely know why men should NEVER be allowed into the changing rooms. For a while there I went 'ouh, ouh', when I saw his gleaming eyes light up. He inched closer and we started kissing... slowly nibbling my lips and then held me tighter, flicking my nipples. He got soooo turned on by the 'barely there' lingerie that we almost end up making out in the changing room.

That happened 3 more times with the other pieces I tried on, but in term of intensity, the first piece definitely bagged the trophy. I didn't look at the price tags cos I didnt want to be choosing based on price/ most expensive so I merely picked based on preference, which eventually did turn out to be the most expensive :P How I know?... hmmm...

After shopping, we went back to his place, where I'm having the best sex ever for the second time in the week with G. I told you I was addictive.

My first date with G was last Friday. The entire process was the easiest and fastest I've ever done. More convenient than online shopping - he dropped me an email with all the info I need, *POOF* I show up at his door the next morning and he claims to not being able to stop thinking about me ever since.

And G is farrrrrrrrrr from ogre-ly. Just now when I went back to the same shop (2nd time today) to get YET another pair of stockings, the Pinoy shop assistant who already knows me by name, was saying... "Wah ma'am, your husband is so handsome!"

Husband??? I WISHHH!!!!!

Not wanting to look like a skank, I told her that he was my fiance' (at least it sounds better than 'boyfriend'). Then I asked her how much the earlier purchase added up to and I was flabbergasted by the amount.

$400?????!!!!!

It might not mean alot to some people but if I had known that 'barely there' flimsy piece was THAT expensive, I definitely would have chosen something else. I could have gotten 3 uber-gorgeous lacey corsets instead to last me till X'mas 2020!

Anw, back to the part where we were making love on his bed.... Ahhh... if the Cinderella story is 'If the Shoe Fits', mine would be, 'If the Dick Fits' cos he fills me up to the purrrrfect D, and you'd know how goooood it feels if the 'fit' is right.

The sex was also mind-blowing cos there is always alot of laughter inbetween, and he'd open up alot and share things about his life, which I totally appreciate and infact feel even more comfortable cos I know that he has nothing to hide.

Only at the second meeting today did I learn that G is a single parent and he has two adorable daughters that he adores dearly. I didn't actually want to ask about his personal life, cos those kind of questions are strictly out of bounds. But he was the one who opened up and told me and hey, he reminded me of the term m.i.l.f which on him would be 'Fathers.I.Love.to.Fuck' (F.I.L.F).

Of all times in the world, I got my period while he was fingering me cos I caught a glimpse of his bloody fingers and broke into a panic. I sulked when I thought my fun-time was over, but he said he wasn't squemish and that he didn't mind, so.... woohooo, the fun and play continues! ( I know, I would think its kinda gross too but hey, if my baby doesn't mind, then nothings stopping us)

In the beginning, I thought today's 'session' was to return the favour of him buying me lingerie, which I didn't mind cos he is just so adorable. So again, I was surprised when he handed me the stash for the time we spent together, on top of all the lingerie shopping.

Recap of my day:
Breakfast at SB with G - Lingerie shopping (Far East Plaza) - G's Apartment - Home - Far East Plaza (Old Town White Coffee).

Back at home, as I was getting ready to head out again, I thought alot about G. Actually I have been since our first meeting. I don't think I'm being naive but I am able to sniff out 'sincerity' from miles away.

I find myself feeling rather intensely for G. I respect him for his kindness, his commitment to be the best father for his daughters, and for simply needing some tender loving care from a woman. And that's when the downpour started.

I warned myself - "Don't cry... don't cry!!!" and boommm, the floodgates just gushed.

I especially hate it when it gets emotional like this. 'Fuck-and-go's are so much easier, with no emotional baggage lingering after. But since what I usually offer is an experience, I tend to get carried away (like now) when the connection is as fantastic as this.

This is why it leaves me sad - imagine all the things your heart has ever ever yearned and wanted, all wrapped in a nice bundle and it is now staring right in front of you. Fate dangles it right before your eyes and then you hear a voice saying - "You see all that? It can NEVER be yours." And a mirror appears before you and you see yourself in that gorgeous revealing dress, with your fishnet stockings and 5-inch heels. Red lipstick and sexy bed-hair - I'm a whore.

G is one instance, where if this ever gets too deep, beyond escort-client relationship, if he asks me to quit this life and be only his, I will drop everything in a single heartbeat. Everything.

(Oh gosh, what am I saying? I've only met him TWICE!)

I became an escort, not to look for love, but to market 'love', then laugh at it.

When I first started, I was one heartbreak away from bitter and my heart was numb-cold. Strange how it has thawed tremendously. Even after going stray, I thank God every day for blessing me with safety (oh here comes the waterworks again!) and for softening my heart again, and letting me meet all these kind people (could it be that they are angels in disguise?) who has convinced me that chivalry is not dead. I promised God that I will return to His ways again, just give me some time to get my brains sorted out. God is always close to my heart and in that sense I know He hasn't given up on me too. I just pray that I will be able to return safely to His arms, even after straying far, before it is too late... before anyone gets hurt. Amen.

I think after this I shall go look for X'mas gifts for G and his daughters....

xoxo.

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La Senza - Now at ION Orchard #B2-51

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Starbucks Liat Towers - Love the new Decor

A client had to push back the time of our date so I had to look for a place to hang out a while. I havent been to the Starbucks at Liat Towers in yonks, not ever since the flood incident at least and so when I dropped by, I was pleasantly surprised at the refurbishment that had been done.



Breakfast for supper



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Easy A, Breezy B

It feels like forever since I last wrote. Been occupied - physically, but mostly mentally. Been doing a lot of thinking. Must be the end-of-the-year sentiments, that is questioning me about the life decisions I've made and where it is leading me.

Last movie I saw was 'Easy A'. Thought I would watch it for the usual teen-flick kick but it ended up being deeper than that. One valuable take-away from the movie was the phrase 'Exit Strategy'.

What is my Exit Strategy?
The initial plan is to experiment and go undercover and discover the dark world of escorting. But it has been almost a year now and I've ended up being a full-time escort (yup, since early Nov. I gave up that earlier job. Too drab that I ended up falling asleep most of the time).

I know I can't be an escort forever so how do I move on from this phase? It seems pretty easy. Get a full-time job and delete your escort identity forever, for good. But easier said than done. I can't seem to let go of my escort identity.

For one reason, the money is too good.

But what I hate is the waiting and sitting around for the next booking to come. If it does. I've always been a freeking workaholic. Slogging in the office in front of the computer from 9 to 9 is normal to me. Basically, I'm complaining about the fact that I only have to work 10 hours a month, just to make the same amount as slogging 9 to 9 every weekday. Yes, I'm underworked, overpaid, and I'm complaining. Typical Singaporean.

I'm blogging at the library again, btw. I can't be at home. Folks still think I have a full-time job. That's one more thing I can't bear. Lying through my teeth.

I have a booking for this evening, later at 8pm. Wife's out of town, so the mouse comes out to play and has invited the pussy over. Tsk..tsk..tsk..

Till next time. Be nice bitches.

xoxo

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To cease becoming competitive means to be comfortable in your own niche

- food for thought from a tranny named 'Salma'.

3.32am

A strange feeling swept over me and I suddenly thought of this song that I used to love back when I was in poly. Automatic, by Utada Hikaru. Now when was the last time you heard that song! 10 years ago?

Maybe cos I was browsing the STGCC site and trying to figure out how to purchase the tix.

STGCC - Singapore Toy, Games & Comic Convention. I'm really looking forward to meet Simone Legno ... can't wait!!!!!!! And I better hold on tight to my hard-earned dollars cos the temptations might be fatal. I might just end up spending my entire year's savings on him :P

Remember that guy I told you I was going to meet yesterday, hey turns out that he's a long-time fan. He said he's been following my developments and I remembered him emailing me back in June. He was telling me about how he loved my pictures and which was his favourites and how he was so nervous about finally meeting me in the flesh.

I simply blushed beyond words and was actually even more surprised that he is rather good looking. From his physical descriptions, I was preparing myself to meet an older looking guy, probably half-bald, short, tired and weary, but hey - escorting is definitely like a box of chocolates... ( I'll let you finish the sentence).

Funny thing was, almost towards the end when we were kissing, he told me that his mind was wandering... he suddenly got reminded of his wife, who was away on business, which I thought was really sweet. I honestly feel that spouses really shouldn't feel threatened by 'us' cos we might end up strengthening your marriage. After this, he's only gonna love you more (guilty conscience) and appreciate you better. So much so that he'll send you away on more holidays, so that he can work harder on strengthening your marriage (with me). *LoL*

Just kidding!... of course I'm just sprouting nonsense. I'm really not interested in forming conclusions about your marriage. Do whatever you want with it. Don't give me too much credit for what's going to happen.

One more thing I realised was - I am NOT attracted to handsome/ good-looking guys!!!

What the hell is wrong with me?

I mean, they might be eye-candy but I tend to gravitate towards the ones with personality. Chemistry is key! Come to think about it, most of my ex-boyfriends are rather 'ogre-inspired'. Hmmm...

xoxo

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Interests & Activities

Was signing up with an escort portal and was rather tickled by this section of list which I initially thought would consist of music, arts, reading.... boy was I wrong!

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Eduardo, Eduardo, Eduardo

12.30am

Just got back about half an hour ago. Forcing my eyes to sleep cos I've gotta wake up early for work tomorrow but they just wont shut. My head feels like exploding cos there's so many things I wanna blog about but have been too busy. I'm addicted to my blog. Shit.

Ok first things first... Went to watch 'Social Network' just now and throughout the entire movie, I think I forgot to blink and all that came out from my mouth abt every 10 mins was - fuck. It was soooo mind blowing and I forgot how I am so turned on by smart, intelligent men (and boys). Men with vision. Men with ideas. Men who are passionate about their work. Gosh, it's veryyy sexy. Just makes me wanna grab 'em by the tie and fuck 'em on their big messy desk. *erks, but that's gonna fall under a different movie rating*

Then when I got home, yesterday's Sunday Times screamed out to me andddd.... that's another reason why I can't sleep now. I saw the article yesterday, but was too busy to go read it (you'll know the reason soon).

Eduardo Saverin is living in Singapore!!!

Of ALL countries in the world, Eduardo Saverin picked The Humble Little Red Dot. Omg, I'm living on the same island as Eduardo Saverin. We're breathing the same hazy air! *Groupie alertttt*. Just thinking about it makes my heart beat triple-fast... and dizzy... and almost breathless. I think if I ever meet him face-to-face, I will cry. Not cos he's cute, I've seen cuter. But cos he's smartttttttt and it's such a turn on (ok, stop hyper-ventilating already). Did someone say Butter Factory? *grin grin grin*

Remember the French guy I fucked for my birthday, Jacques? See, I really think that sex with someone with an opinion, and who knows his shit, is way more enjoyable. It's the whole mental-arousal thing that makes me cum in excitement, throws me into a fit of brain-orgasms and leaves the deepest impression.

If I ever had to choose between a smart guy with ambition who is not rich but trying his best till his big break  vs. the guy who is a rich brat with loads of money but has the intelligence of a spitoon, I'll definitely go for the smart guy. Cos, money - everyone has money. Money will run out. But if you're smart, you're priceless. The amount of ideas that you can come up with, and it only takes ONE fantabulous idea, which will be your legacy and outlive you. If you only have money, what's the use if you dunno what to do with it. Spend on prostitutes? *oops* Spend it on me, and I'll make sure it'll be a worthwhile investment ;)

Anw, I've just cut that Sunday Times article and pasted it on my door. *swooooon*

Gonna pen my next post now (I'm so gonna regret this in the morning) but will schedule each to be posted over the next few days. Watch this space if you wanna find out whatever happened to Mr. Schuester *looks down, shakes head*. Till then, I'll leave you with the warm smile of Eduardo... wait, come to think about it, he kinda look like that guy I fucked 2 weeks ago. Hmmm...

p/s: Btw, Eduardo Saverin is the co-founder of Facebook.

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WanderLust

wanderlust (noun) \ˈwän-dər-ˌləst\ –

An irresistibly strong desire or an impulse to travel far away and explore different places.

Feels like this hotel was created just for me... The concept is so 'dreamy'. Wouldn't it be great if I can have my very own suite here so that I can do in-calls. Heh. Just discovered this hotel when I was flippin through magazines. According to the map, it is located in the Jalan Besar area. I must, I must, spend some time here....

Wanderlust Hotel

2 Dickson Road

Singapore 209494

Tel: +65 6396 3322

Fax: +65 6298 2211

Web: http://wanderlusthotel.com/

Email: reservations@wanderlusthotel.com

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Bitch

An idea just came to mind. Actually I've thought about it before but even after considering the calculated risks, I didn't think it would work but now I'm 'revisiting' that idea. (See, this is why I hate staying home on a Friday night cos I tend to come up with these wild things to do. Plus, I'm out of coffee at home so my head is making me do crazy things.)

I was thinking... what IF, I offer my services from this blog. Should I, or shouldn't I?

Some of the reasons I was against the idea was cos, you know, how I diss some of my clients on this blog (well, cos they were truely awful) and how I give them silly nicknames, and.. and how I sometimes go into verbal diarrhea when I get all emotional about Popeye... It seems a lil inapropriate to turn my readers into clients, don't you think?

Though... if you look at it from another point of view, I could jolly well turn it around into my USP (unique selling preposition). Hmmm...

Between you and me, I am pretty sure I am the one with more 'experiences', right? (unless you're a fellow bambina). And you know, what a potty mouth I have and I'll surely slam you on my blog if you suck in bed, right boys? But I will definitely worship you if you whip me into infatuation, too (remember, Nate?). So what if the concept of this arrangement is - Let me be the judge of how good you are in bed.

But just because you might be my future clients does not mean that I'm gonna go soft and suppress my snooty ways. (*lol* I suddenly got a vision of a dominatrix) That would defeat the whole purpose of this blog. Stringent rules will definitely apply. Clients will still have to be carefully selected and screened. A few things are for sure:

- I will talk about you on my blog.
Real identities protected, of course. Blatantly honest as usual, so you have to open-minded enough to accept criticisms, however huge your male ego is.

- I will rate you and review your strengths and flaws.
Not that you should take it too seriously but consider it as pointers from a fuck buddy. One thing I know for sure is that not everyone is all that bad. For example, you might have a tiny dick but you might have magic fingers that could 'rock my world'. Or you might be a slobbery kisser but your tongue could be a 'killer' when sucking my pussy. Or you might be pretty ugly but your intellect sure charmed me off my knickers. Get what I mean?

Whatever the review is, it is just purely my opinion at that moment and time, and you should use it as constructive comments so that you'ld know your strengths and use it on your loved-ones. Ah, just like Will Smith in Hitch (how he plays a 'Love Doctor'), I'll be the female version, giving pointers like a sex doctor. So if Will Smith is Hitch. I am - Bitch? *lol* How apt!

Anw, I'm still playing around with this idea. Let me sleep on it and we'll see what I think of it in the morning, after I get my coffee. In the mean while, tell me what you think.

xoxo.

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Craving for English Sausage

Still at the internet cafe (this is part 2). I'm kinda in a mix of horny + melancholy. I'm praying that its a sign of PMS, which means that I'm getting my period soon (please come, please come!!!).
Feeling pretty horny right now; badly craving for an English sausage since most of my customers these days are local boys :P
Btw, Meatloaf and I are over. Yup. Bye bye. Finished. Ta-ta.
I haven't heard from him in over 2 weeks now. I'm not gonna txt or call him (I do hope he is fine). I'm not gonna pursue it. I'm assuming he's found someone else or hooked up with a new-found girl. He probably must have thought I was too much of a skank anyway. Not gonna brood over it. Moving on....

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The Legendary Anabel Chong

At an internet cafe right now. Suddenly a lot of things buzzing through my mind. Ok first things first:
Was just doing a random google on Anabel Chong. When the saga happened back in the 90s, I was still in primary school, heard about it vaguely but never really read up to know what actually happened until NOW. (Wait, let me minimise my windows before the guy next to me gets a nose bleed)

And NOW... wow, I look up to her like she's the mother of all Singapore porn stars!!!*lol* She's quite hot too, aye? (for someone from the 90s)

Born: Grace Quek
D.O.B: May 22, 1972 (Age 38), Singapore

Alias(es):  Annabella

Height: 5 ft 4 in (1.63 m)

Measurements: 34-25-35

Eye colour: Brown

Hair colour: Black


Ethnicity: Chinese Singaporean

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Grace Quek (simplified Chinese: 郭盈恩; pinyin: Guō Yíng'ēn), better known by her stage name Annabel Chong, is a former pornographic actress now living in the United States. On 19 January 1995, at the age of 22, she became famous by engaging in 251 sex acts with about 70 men over a ten-hour period, setting a world record, with the resulting footage being packaged as The World's Biggest Gang Bang. The film started a trend of 'record-breaking' gangbang pornography, which saw her record subsequently surpassed. She is also the subject of the documentary Sex: The Annabel Chong Story.

Chong was born and raised in Singapore. She was a student at Raffles Girls' School and Hwa Chong Junior  College, where she was enlisted in the country's Gifted Education Programme. Former teachers and classmates describe her as quiet, intelligent and studious. After taking her A levels she took nearly three years off, including a year spent in the US. She then went on to study law at King's College London under a scholarship. While in the UK, she got drunk on a train. There she met a man and agreed to have sex with him in an alleyway. He brought along other men, and she was gang raped and robbed in a rubbish closet under an inner-city housing block. At the age of 21 she dropped out of law school and went on to graduate studies in photography, art, and gender studies at the University of Southern California (USC), where she excelled academically and also began working in pornographic films. Chong went on to graduate work in gender studies at USC.

Late pornography career and retirement

Chong continued to work in the porn industry for a short while after the documentary came out, directing and starring in movies as well as setting up a website. In 2000 she directed and performed in the gang bang movie Pornomancer, her take on William Gibson's novel Neuromancer. After 2000, she largely stopped appearing in mainstream porn videos, concentrating instead on producing content for her website and appearing in a few BDSM videos. In 2003, Chong retired from porn entirely, leaving a final message on her website that "Annabel is dead" and stating that she had become a web developer and consultant. She also stated that she intended to "begin her new life of peace and relative obscurity".

She has largely declined media interviews since leaving the porn industry and has declined to comment on her pornographic career. Quek engaged in limited correspondence for the biographical play 251, and refused to endorse it, telling the producers "Do whatever you want with Annabel Chong because this person doesn't exist anymore." She also stated that she could not understand the continuing fascination and sustained interest in Annabel Chong after many years. As of 2008 she was still working as a web developer in California and has also taken up marathon running.

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xoxo.

p/s: born May 22? Gemini... tsk tsk tsk... that's already one thing common ;)

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Safety First

I've been pretty busy lately with my final semester projects and have been spending alot of time either at school or finishing assisgnments at home. But I'm happy-busy, not resentful busy. Kinda glad I joined this course as it allows me to be around like-minded friends and even have a tight clique to go to lunch with. It has also reminded me that hey, life is so full of exciting things to do. It is not ALL about work, not ALL about broken-hearts, not ALL about sex, nor is it all about ME. Going back to school has kinda given my head a breather and focus on something else (like my studies).

Any, I have today all to myself (submitted my final project yesterday *pheww*) and I'm blogging from the national library (can u believe it?) cos my lappy is down with virus (getting it fixed). Today has been both relaxing and stressful cos earlier today I had gone to collect my medical examination results.

Did I mention I've been offered a full-time job? :) *yam sengggg to me!!!*

That is why I've had to go for a pre-employment medical check-up last week and phewwwwww - my results are clear!!!*yamm sengggggg again!!!*

I am officially, what they say - clean and disease-free. Hahah.

But I was pretty tense while waiting for the results cos considering what I do, you never know what could come up. So this has also reminded me that I hate this anxious-panic so I must must apply a strict, if not rigid, 'Safety First' motto. Condoms are a must (I totally hate the 'oh shit, what if I'm pregnant' scare) and there'll be no two ways around it. I must remember to take care of myself cos if the damage is done, it'll be irreversible and I will NOT take the risk.

I know that I won't whore forever. Since going back to school, I'm been reminded of my true potentials and I know that there are so much more in this world I would like to do. I believe that I am made for bigger things (not just for a bigger cock). Maybe someday I'll find a solution to stop child prostituition all around the world. Maybe I might travel to third world countries and educate them about contraceptives and STDs. Or I could inspire other BBWs to be sexually confident and be a BBW Sex Guru or something. Pretty ironic, I'ld say, but you never know - nothing is impossible. And impossible is nothing.

xoxo.

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Cockamamie

(Word of the day courtesy of Van and Div - Cockamamie: absurd and outlandish)

Only got 5 mins. Let's make it fast.

So far my week has been good. Yesterday was my first day back in the classroom. I'm taking a short module in business studies and it was refreshing to be able to meet new people (in class, that is). I'm also feeling a tad more inspired and some words from the lecturer really motivated me (in more ways than one).

Here's some take-away...
- A good business plan is when people want to throw money at you.
(Ouh... I totally get that. Literally.Can relate)

- In whatever circumstances, there are always opportunites.
(you bet!)

- Be fearless. Not reckless.
(I AM fearless. Maybe too much. And reckless too - with my own heart)

- Customers pay for value.
(of course. 1 hr/ 2 shots, 3 shots? value for money babyyyyy!!!)

- You want money? You work. Earn all you can.
You don't work hard... someone else will take your place.

- Go Big, or Go Home!
(*lol*)

And today I have a job attachment (a real job at a decent establishment. What did you think?) and I'm really looking forward to this. I remember what the lecturer said... "Don't paralyse yourself. Move forward."... and I shall.

Wish me luck guys...!

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Off to the JOBCENTRAL job fair. Need a real job. Whoring got no CPF :P

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Day 18 and Horny as hell

My 'bloody-cycle' ticker marks day 18. 10 more days to my period. Now its easier for me to justify my horny days.

I twittered yesterday that I am seriously considering 'hanging my boots' for good due to recent events that served as a reality check. I thought... there's always Marcus, Patrizio or Craig when I'm ever in 'neeeeed' of TLC.

One thing I realised though was how I enjoy posting semi-naked pics of myself online and how I'm gonna miss it.  Also the thrill of meeting a stranger... Hmm, I dunno how I'm gonna talk myself out of this but there's got to be a way...

xoxo

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