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Showing posts with label date. Show all posts

Rags to Regis

Second booking of the year - St. Regis.

Like finallllyyyyyyy.

Nothing much to say about the sex though. At times I thought, perhaps it would have been better if I had hold out a lttle longer, till a more ideal client comes along with a Regis booking. Now when I think back of the place, I'm just reminded of a very 'bleuurrggghhh' experience. But at least, I've got the Regis checked off my 'To-Do' List.

The room wasn't as grand as I imagined it would be. Needless to say, I was dressed to the nines for this booking but being in Singapore and with its people who have no sense of occasion nor dressing, I still found myself caught in the elevator with a bunch of local guys clad in t-shirt, bermudas and slippers. SLIPPERSSSS, mind you!!! Is there a beach party I didn't know about? Pfftttt. And there I was in my 5-inch 'fuck-me' heels.




We had some wine and I gave it another chance. This time it tasted nicer. Its called - Chateau Rocs De Marchand, Montagne St Emilion. Can anyone tell me if its suppose to be good? Cos I know naughts about wine. Enjoyed it though...

The client was far from perfect. So in these kind of situation, I will have to call in my backup (in my head... like in a game show). For the pass few not so enjoyable 'dates', I've been 'using' the image/ visual/ idea of this bloke and it has pulled me through a couple of bleuurrggghhh sexperiences.

Divian... Divian... Divian Nair... I think its his sexy deep voice, or is it his boyish innocence. I used to listen to him (oh he's a radio jock in Singapore - 98.7fm btw) every morning when he partnered with Vanessa Fernandez. But after Van left, the show has kinda lost its wit and zany-ness, so I just sleep in till noon.

So yeah, that's my confession, and probably a sex-tip for you too.

For me, if the client is not 'performing', boring, or just plain gross, I will summon my Divian Nair and do a mental substituition. Yummmyyy...

xoxo.

p.s: Got my period today. Phew. Which means, I will be taking a break/ breather this week. Hopfully the coast clears up soon enough before my next booking at the Fullerton. *Double Yummmyyyy*
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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
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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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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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Private Access



I've finally decided to go ahead and have a little fun with the idea -
Golden ticket to a private access with me.

Look on the left side bar and you will notice that I have placed a link for you to submit your information for my consideration.

If I think we've got potential for some wild fun and hot, passionate action, I will get back to you to arrange a date.

Sounds like fun? I'm already brimming with excitement ;)

xoxo
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If it's cheap, it can't be good. If it's good, it can't be cheap


As soon as he let me in, I saw my stash of cash sitting under his car keys. Hmmm, Mercedes. Not bad, I thought. He went back to his chair to sit where he was probably reading while waiting for me to arrive.

This client was a high-profiler and had repeatedly emphasized on discretion. He had booked the 5-star hotel room for the day although he only booked me for a few hours. I sat on the edge of the bed, near his chair to start the ball rolling.

Now this is why I love my job. This client was not only a high-level professional but very intelligent too. Our in-depth conversations was definitely the highlight of the date. I'll not go into the x-rated details cos it only lasted 5 minutes but from our talk, it was as it I had received divine enlightenment.

Randy, the client, was a regular punter, meaning he's a regular player in this field and a big spender. He was actually looking for a sugar baby, to replace his earlier sugar baby who had returned to the States. So he was sharing with me about his misadventures with the girls he 'interviewed' for the 'position' and I had the time of my life laughing and listening to the almost-comedic twists in his dire search.

It was very interesting to finally know what the other naughty girls have been up to and their ridiculous requests, only after meeting a guy for 15 minutes; things like a supplementary credit card, and questions like 'will you leave your wife for me?'. *lol*

Btw, Randy is well married. And he admits that he loves his wife with all his heart and would never hurt her but... ah, there's a but.

He says, "... but a man has needs".

"My wife doesn't know how to take care of me. She loves me very much, but you know how there is a difference between loving someone and taking care of his needs."

"My wife... she's born with a silver spoon in her mouth. But she's become a tai-tai who has become lost in her own world. She has so much potential, you know," he continued.

I still remember those words very vividly when he said them as I laid in his arms after sex which he described as 'its been a long time'.

I asked him why he doesn't engage the girls from agencies since he can very well afford it. He said, he wasn't looking for a professional. Like me. As in, not doing escorting as a full-time profession. He was looking for someone whom he could feel a connection with, not just someone to shag. I then asked him about the girls from the escort agencies, how they look like - are they like super gorgeous goddesses, and why they're so god-damn pricey?

Here's the part that became the ultimate revelation for me.

According to Randy, it is all a hype, if not a scam. And most of the thousand dollar-tagged escorts are supposedly models or some sort of 'celebrity'. He said he refused to get girls from escort agencies because he didn't like it that the agency takes a big slice of the pie when all they do is sit on their asses and it is the girls who are putting themselves on the line of fire. He'd rather pay for an independent, knowing that she gets all that she'd paid for.

We even started a debate on the pros and cons of being with an agency. I was for it and he was against. I said it was better to be with an agency cos they can ensure your safety. Like for example, the agency handle the bookings and would then know where the girls will be, incase anything happens. Then Randy rebuts and asks me back, sure but when the client takes you to another room, other than the one that he had earlier informed the agency, how would the agency know? And if anything happens behind closed doors, how would the agency know or even get to the card-accessed elevators in time?

That thought stumped me. Why didn't I ever think of that?

So from that valuable insight, I conclude that to be a 'premium, sought after' escort, you do not neccesarily need to have 'special skills' or look like a star-dusted goddess. I would say that it all boils down to personal branding, identifying your USP (unique selling point) and creating that perceived value around your image. Some say - 'If it's cheap, it can't be good. If it's good, it can't be cheap'. It is only the Singaporeans who hunts for the cheap and good. They can go to Geylang then and pick up some durians along the way. I'm definitely not targeting at Singaporeans anw.

Decide whether you want to be a mass-market or niched. I'ld pick the later. When you're niched, you might not appeal to everyone but you will definitely stand out and have a more lasting impression on their memories. I will later share this article I read when I was researching about thoughts on the fleshier girls.

Also identify your target market and shape your image and mannerisms to suit that market. Knowing your target market is very important coz then you would know how to plan your pricing strategy to tie it with your brand positioning.

See. Who said being an independent female escort is easy? Sure it is easy if you want to just sit on your ass and spread your legs and wait for Tom's hairy dick to be shoved into your ragged pussy. It's alot of stiff competition out there with all the PRCs, and Pinoys etc. A classy, high-end escort has not only a refined taste, selective and offers more than just physical satisfaction but can soothe and be the most appreciated companionship a man can ever need, even if its for an hour... or five.

xoxo
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G.R.I.N.D. (Get Ready It's a New Day)

I've been on my grind
I can only grind for so long

I am not too excited about rap and hip hop but lately a few songs have made their way into my mp3 list on repeat-mode. Perhaps its the catchy tunes and for this particular song, I pretty much like the lyrics. But songs aside, I have pretty much cooled down since that upsetting episode last Tuesday.

You see, I'm not like a tyrant, gangster or have any associations with the mafia (though sometimes I wish I do). All I want is to 'share the love' and not to create or bring trouble to anyone. I'm pretty harmless. Unless you step on my toes.

The very next morning, Marcus dropped me an email, teasing me as usual. And I thought to myself - See, I can't let that fugly douchebag belittle me and put me down. I won't dirty my hands by touching him. I'll just let the prossies at Desker Road spit on his face. *ok breathe... breathe...cool down*


Last night I had a wonderful encounter with a Scottish engineer who was travelling on business, putting up at a 5-star. My first Scottish dude. Let's call him, errrm.... Scott.

Scott's booking came in at very short notice. I received his email while having dinner and a few emails later, we sealed the deal and I met him in his room at 9pm, on the dot. This must be the first time that I am punctual.

He was such a gentleman. Older guys usually are. But Scott wasn't like wrinkly or anything. I'ld say - mature. We spent a good 15 minutes talking, getting to know each other and I can't help but grin when listening to him talk. All this while, I thought people have just been exaggerating the Scottish accent. But in fact, that is exactly how they speak. Luckily I could still make out what he was saying in that accent which I found rather endearing.

And sex would naturally feel better when two people feel connected mentally. This guy really knew how to pump me hard! Perhaps Scottish dudes are naturally good lovers? I know the Dutch are.

Scott even gave me some extra on top of my usual rates for my cab fare home (see, that is what real gentleman do!) and being thrifty ol'me, I still took the train home. (No, actually cos I just bought yet another pair of shoes and some lingerie, and would feel bad taking the cab. Heh.)

And this morning, I was greeted with an email from Scott.
All I can say is, if you love your job and good at it, it shows effortlessly.

When I was on my way to meet Scott, I realised one thing. I realised how when I first started, I needed time to mentally prepare myself, play the scenario in my head, before I can go meet a client while still feeling a bit nervous. But these days, I find myself much more relaxed. When a booking comes in, I screen them and if they seem alright, I'ld doll up and when I enter the room, my body just goes into auto-pilot. It's like whatever emotional-baggage is left at the door, and a totally different person goes through that door - sexy, self-confident, submissive but in-control.

Perhaps that is why I still love doing this and somehow never once found it exhausting (except for the occassional down-sides). I guess its almost natural for a Gemini who's known for their dual personality. Actually I find it even more exhausting if I have to be only ONE person. I once thought I had an identity crisis and tried to curb it but always felt like there was another side of me that was screaming to be unleashed.

Perhaps I've finally found myself. Both of them.

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Yea yea yo yo this one's for the people
All the B's that'll bleed and they sleep and they eat
Shit believe the thought we're all equal

Ain't a man on God's green be underneath any other

I don't wanna play preacher
But but I swear they turn their ear when we talk about peace and love
Sometimes might need a hug yea we all wanna come on up above
But this ain't about Jesus, no way, no Abe, no Ike, Moses or Mohammed

Yea it's all about believing, full steam ahead
Because I know the worst times are behind me
I don't wanna sound cheesy but but but I just a really mean it eh eh yea
I'm tellin' I can feel it eh eh it's the reason I was sleep

I be way too geek tonight
This one's for all of y'all
I'm the same as all of y'all, I'm on my shit
I work real hard and all for every little bit that I get

But this is all I need, so sing this song with me
It goes like
So it sounds like this e'rybody start clapping your hands
It's like, it's like

Chorus:
IIIII, I've been on my grind
I can only grind for so long
(go [6X] )
IIIII, I've been on my grind

I can only grind for so long
 Bout time to change a few things

We enslaved to the bank and we only wanna buy new shoes
The way that we think
We can do anything that we really wanna put our minds too

The American dream, the dream is a pyramid scheme, scheme
And it feels outta reach when it's hard and times are tough
But change starts with us yep, yep
We all want freedom yea to be who we be

I don't wanna be afraid when I speak to say what I'm feeling
Yea together we're strong but divided never been so weak
It's time we get even, yea yea, and really what I mean is, is, is
This change I can feel it, yea yea, Mr. President I think it's all gonna be O.K.

This one's for all of y'all
I'm the same as all of y'all, I'm on my shit
I work real hard and all for every little bit that I get
But this is all I need, so sing this song with me

It goes like
So it sounds like this e'rybody start clapping your hands
It's like, it's like

(Chorus)

So it's not about fame, and fortune
It's about believing and believing in yourself
And understanding that this life is life
It's liberty and the pursuit of happiness
And happiness isn't about getting what you want all the time
It's about loving what you have
So get ready it's a new day


(Chorus)


:: Asher Roth ::






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Today's show is brought to you by the letter 'K'

K - for Kovana, where one ass of a guy lives. I have the exact address to his doorstep but I'll let him wire the money to my account, and spare him the free 'O$P$' publicity.

I don't understand why some people like to make things difficult for themselves. The procedure is so simple that even a whore who didn't pass PSLE can understand.

Most Ideal Scenario
Step 1: Client gets in touch with escort, via email. Set date and time to meet.

Step 2: Both consenting adults meet at the earlier agreed time and place. Client pays upfront. And the deal proceeds as planned. When time is up, both go separate ways, as if nothing ever happens.

Unfavourable Scenario
Step 1: Client gets in touch with escort, via email. Set date and time to meet.

Step 2: Both consenting adults meet at the earlier agreed time and place. Client doesn't like what he sees (because apparently he don't understand what the escort's vital stats mean, even when he asked for it), calls off the date.

Step 3: Client must compensate for escort's trouble to make her way down as promised. Compensation is for time and cab fare. Client hands over compensation fee and escort girl makes herself scarce. No fuss. No drama. You wasted her time - you compensate. Period. What's so difficult about that?

What happened to me today was the 'Worst Case Scenario'.

Worst Case Scenario
Step 1: Client gets in touch with escort, via email. Set date and time to meet.

Step 2: Both consenting adults meet at the earlier agreed time and place. Client doesn't like what he sees (because apparently he don't understand what the escort's vital stats mean, even when he asked for it).

Step 3: Client drops escort off at a Fragrance hotel (he drives) and ask her to book the room first while he goes to park his car. Escort tries to book a room but found out that they need 2 I/D cards to register. So escort calls client to explain scenario. Client says to wait till he comes.

Step 4: So the ecsort waits outside for him and suddenly receives an sms from the client.
'Sorry I can't do this with you... So sorry'.
As no monetary compensation was given, escort got soooo pissed. If not for the fact that the escort was already having a lousy day, she would have been the forgiving, soft-hearted sweetie that would just let the matter slip and accept it as her lousy luck.

But because #1 - escort had a bad start to her day #2- Client was a fuck-face. #3. Client bailed out, escort decided she had to embrace her latest admiration for Shanghainese women and DEMAND for her compensation.

You see, I am not an unreasonable person. I don't expect every man/ client to like me. Of course there are a handful who just can't get enough and worships my body for what it is, but it is a matter of preferance and personal taste. Most importantly it is how you handle the situation - gracefully, reasonably and in an cool, collected manner.

But you want to play rough? Want to step all over my head and think I'll lay low? Did you think you can be a pushover and I won't dare to do anything? Not only do I take it that you're insulting me and my profession, you're insulting me as a woman. Did you forget that I have your FULL address and car plate no.? Did you forget that I also know where you work? (((((*Biggg evil hearty laugh*)))))

Maybe with the discount-priced streetwalkers you can try and be funny (or maybe they're worse. Its a jungle out there. Survival of the fittest). Or maybe if you were an adorably cute blondie with blue eyes (like Nate, whom I just met again yesterday), I might still consider giving you face.

But because you were fucking ugly, I don't think you deserve to be a push-over. I would rather fuck a troll than let you touch me. In fact when you text me to say your stupid sorry, I was thinking of an excuse like 'Sorry I gotta go. Saw someone I knew' to bail out on you. *LOL*

But I still want my compensation (cos you didnt know I was gonna bail on you. hah) and so Mr. K for Kovana is expected to wire me the money by tomorrow, or else. He kinda put up a fight (all these via sms) and refused to compensate me but I politely reminded him that I know where he lives.

Ladies/ Fellow Bambinas/ Escort-friends: Take note! Don't give them face or these local breed of assholes will take advantage. Be brave. Your time is as precious as anybody elses.

An important lesson to men who intend to solicit with an escort: If you don't intend to be a gentleman or if you don't have that kind of money, don't bring the escort back to your apartment or give her your address, stupid.

*Pats myself on the back* I love it when my claws comes out. I feel like Wolverine.

xoxo

Officially...
1) Hates the letter 'K'. Previous bad experience was also with another 'Dr. K'
2) Hates local men. Very un-gentlemanly character.
3) Hates Audi R8. Especially the one in orange. If you happen to pass by Kovana and see an orange Audi R8, kindly scratch it for me. Thanks.
How did I know it was an R8? Because I happen to be an avid sports car fan, silly!
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Stairway to Heaven?

Received a last minute call from Pattzy which I was more than happy to entertain. Luckily I was in the midst of getting ready to go out. No idea where I wanted to go but I just had to get out of the house cos the atmosphere was just depressing. That was when my secret phone beeped and it was a text message from Pattzy. *Yippeee* Purrrfect timing!!! I promised him to be there by 9pm.

But this time round, the fun was more of the mad dash to primp myself up before meeting Pattz.

7.45pm Left my flat. Dialled the STRIP hotline to book an appointment for a Brazillian wax. Luckily they had a slot available at one the joints along Orchard at 8pm. Five minutes later I got a cab and he raced to my destination. As much as I was in a hurry, I also wanted to arrive in one piece. It was the first time that I had a taxi driver driving at 120km/h on Singapore street. Serious. It was almost terrifying when he slided inbetween cars and motorcycles on a congested Friday night traffic.

8.05pm Thanks to the F1 taxi driver, I reached my destination in a record time of 15min! After a frantic search for the new STRIP outlet at this relatively new mall, I was 15mins late for my waxing appt, and was unfortunate enough to get an overly friendly therapist as we chatted about mooncakes as she pruned my bush. I kept glancing at my watch yet she didnt seem to take the hint. Reason I was such in a hurry was cos I still had to get my hair done and to grab a new top from Dorothy (Perkins). Which means I'll have to sprint along the Orchard strip for the different pit stops.

8.45pm Waxing. Checked. Now which salon in this area would still be open? Most of the shops in the mall were already closed when I saw a salon that was just about to wrap up. I approached them and semi-begged them for a quick wash & blow. It was a rather posh/ high-end salon but I'ld rather pay a bit more than meet a client with oily, flat hair. So as I sat in the uber posh salon with really nice dim lighting and classy ambience and mirrors all around, the stylist helped me put on a gold colour silk robe to protect my clothes.

A robe? Phoah. That's a first. I think the robe was more expensive that the top I had on which I got at the MNG sale. Fuck. I wonder how much the bill is gonna be. But after about half and hour, the result of the wash & blow was only so-so, cos I've gotten better results (tip: 'The Scene' at L3 Wisma Atria does a mean, fantastic wash & blow) for the same price. Luckily it didn't cost me more than 50 bucks.

9.30pm As I ran along Orchard Rd, I text Pattz saying I'll be there by 10 :P When I got to the Dorothy store (thank goodness its still open), I grabbed the top that I've set my mind on and was out of the store in less than 5 minutes. Ran to the 'ladies' to change and 'morph'... touched up my make up and worked on the smoky-eye effect while in one hand I dialled for a cab. As expected, when I got to the taxi stand, the queue snaked about  a few metres long but my cab was prettily waiting for me. *Sweeeettt* I hate to queue.

10pm Voila! In time for my late appt. The stairway to his apartment welcomed me once again and I walked pass the pool and whispered... I'm back ;)

Stairway to Heaven 
p/s: When I grow up, I wanna stay in a place like this. Wait...... I am grown up :P Maybe when I'm olderrrr. *Never say never*
... Ouh, and what happened with Pattz?.. The usual. Heavennnn....

Previously with Pattz: My 'British Open'

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Farking Pissed and Scared Shit

7.30pm ::Raffles City S.C, JCO::
I am so fucking pissed but more horribly worried. So worried that I just might break down right here at JCO (See. I am such a mess that I ended up coffeeing at JCO when I've sworn my life to Starbucks). Why the hell am I eating donuts?
Cos coffee can't make you pregnant

Recap. Here's what just happened:

I was called by Short-Dick-Sam (SDS). He assumed I will bring condoms, and I expected him to BYOC (bring your own condom), so in the end we had to do it raw, which I know is risky but I let it pass once in a while. The infuriating thing was, stupid SDS cummed inside of me, which I have never ever EVER allowed, even with boyfriends. No one!

After grabbing my $tash, I stormed off, obviously upset. And now, I am half shaking and waiting for the pharmacist at Watsons to come back from her dinner break at 8.20pm so that she can prescribe me the wonder-pills.

God forbid if I get knocked up frm this. I would rather die.

Oh no. My tummy feels funny. I NEED THOSE PILLS!!! *helllllppppppp!!!!!!!!!!*

8.20pm
::Watsons Pharmacy::

"Hi, do you have birth control pills"

"Sorry ma'am but those have to be prescribed by a GP", says the chirpy pharmacist who seemed like she had a good dinner break. Those 2 JCO donuts were the only thing I've had since morning.

Fuck. She doesn't have those pills.
Are there any clinics around here?...No.
Which clinic is still open at this hour?...
Ah. The 24-hr one near my house!!!

I had to abandon my orginal plan to hang out and soak in the F1 atmosphere at Raffles City. Only atmosphere now that has got my entire body soaked is panic and distress. These lips have been cursing SDS non-stop. Outside, the thundering roar of the F1 cars was drowned by the drumming of my heart. It has been 1 and a half hours since the sperms invaded my oysters. Oh no, I can just imagine them swimming up, up and away. I remember back in secondary school, during Biology class that a drop of semen the size of an eye-pin contained millions of sperms! I quitely prayed for SDS to have low sperm count or some kind of defect. I must take those wonder-pills to stop them sperms. Luckily it was easy to get a cab and I was in my very own street race to the clinic. How I wish the taxi driver was Alonso or Webber, instead of this ah-pek who has very slow :'( **on the verge of tears** My heart was beating so fast that I had to rest my right palm over my left chest till we reached the clinic.

9.00pm
::24-hour Clinic::

While waiting for my name to be called, I tried to rehearse my lines to avoid embarassing myself in front of the doctor. Now how do I say it with a straight face, without stammering? I tried to relax and calm myself down. So I picked up a magazine to read.

Are you mocking me? You're really not helping Fann Wong. Stop smiling! >(

When I finally entered the doctor's room, I was shocked to find that it was a male doctor. Usually it is a lady doctor. Oh no... how do I ask this fella for the pills?

"I was wondering if you could prescribe me some birth control pills?" I asked non-chalantly.

"Sure. When was your last menses?... Do you have children... Do you use protection?" Bla bla bla...

If SDS had used protection, I wouldn't be having a panic attack right now, halfwit!!!

The young doctor went on to ask me a string of questions before he explained how to take the medicines and its possible symptoms. The part that left me puzzled was when he told me to take the pills when my menses come and I have to take it for a course of 21 days. 

Huh? I thought I need these pills to make sure that my menses come and I don't bake a bun in my oven?

At the risk of sounding stupid, I asked the doctor again to be sure.

"Oh, did you mean 'morning-after' pills? Sure, I can prescribe that for you." I thought I saw a little smirk on his face.

SO THAT'S WHAT IT'S CALLED?!!!! MORNING-AFTER PILLS!!! Who's the champion halfwit now?


Postinor 2. I never thought these pills would be so expensive. $38 for 2 tiny pops, one to be taken within 48hrs after unprotected sex and the 2nd pop 12hrs later. I hopped over to the 7-11 next door and swallowed my pill there and then. I can't take chances. I CANNOT get pregnant. Haunting images start to cloud my thoughts again - pregnancy test kits, hospital visits, abortion... AARRRRRGGGHHHHHHH!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

10.30pm
::Home::

Back home I got more bad news. I had planned to run some pretty important errands tomorrow morning but my folks insisted that I run some errands for them instead. Being one who never refuses whatever my parents say or ask me to do, I obliged without any complains and then when into my room.

Breathe.... Breathe. Please don't cry. Pleaseeee..... I begged the tears not to fall but the waterworks did not heed my plea.

I felt so tired. So frustrated. So upset. So angry.... at everything! At stupid SDS for cumming inside me. For wasting money and taking the cab to and fro. For having to spend on medicine. For the horrible feeling of worrying that I could get pregnant. For not being able to enjoy the F1 atmosphere at Raffles City. For being hungry and didnt have time to eat since morning. For having my plans for tomorrow spoilt just to accomodate others. For not being able to tell ANYONE about this, come home, put on a sweet face and pretend that my evening was just fine and dandy.

Mostly I cried becos I was terribly, horribly and scared to death that I could get pregnant cos that was the only thing that I have of myself, reserved for my future husband, if I ever do find him some day, cos I have nothing left to offer. For who could ever love a prostitute... right?

If I get pregnant, I'm finished. My life will be in ruins. Maybe this is God's way of teaching me a lesson. This is supposed to be my last week of whoring. I remembered telling myself earlier this year - untill F1 weekend (cos thats when S'pore gets a lot of visitors who needs erm, 'company'). And then I will quit.

I cried even more when I thought about my boy, Meatloaf, and the hypothetical name of our imaginery daughter that would bear his last name. How I miss him since I saw him last weekend and how I won't share my feelings with him cos I'm afraid I'll scare him away. Furthermore, I don't deserve him. He doesn't know I do 'THIS' and I hate how I can't open up to him cos I have so many secrets and 'cigarette butts under my pillow'. My chest felt like it could just burst.

12.15am
::Bathroom::
.
Never have I been happier to see... blood.
.
.
.
Got my menses.

No wonder I felt so melodramatic. Also kinda explains the wild waterworks. What a fuckin crazy day... Thank you God.
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I hereby name thee... Chuck Bass

I havent been 'advertising' myself much these days and it is the 'regulars' that keep me going. Last Monday night I strutted to Grandpopz's (previously refered to as Captain Hook) penthouse and it was painful, as usual. The thing about the old man is, at first I thought he had lost his touch and tend to grope and squeeze so hard till it hurts. This time round was no different, so I'm assuming that he just likes it rough. I think he enjoys it when I moan, not by pleasure, but in pain. Sadist? Perhaps.

The horny old man also had a scenario in mind. It was nice of him to tell me before hand that he was thinking about BDSM and spanking. I'm always game to try out new things and infact, as he tied me up across his bed, it was pretty kinky and sexy. And then he pulled out something that made me gasped.

A toy!

So as I suck the life out of the old man (he says he's 52 but I'm sure he must be at least 60), he shoved the toy into my dripping wet pussy and I was turned on by the vibrations more than anything. I thought to myself, 'So this is how a vibrator feels like'...

I've always dreamed of getting myself a dildo/ vibrator but have been too shy to walk into an adult shop. Imagine that - me. shy.

Plus, it costs quite a bit and I had doubts about keeping it safely in my room as my sis likes to go through my things to look for stuffs. So the idea of getting one has always been shelved.

So when Grandpopz said that I could have it together with the furry pink blind-fold, I was estatic!!! It felt like Christmas. I've been playing with it everyday and decided that I should give it a name.

My clitoris vibrator named Chuck.
After thinking long and hard, I decided to name my pink clitoris vibrator - Chuck Bass, after the sexy Gossip Girl character played by the uber cute cockney, Ed Westwick. Grrrr... :)


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My British Open




Which is better - To come as a girl, but treated like a whore, or come as a whore but treated like a woman?

As the fluffy pillows embraced my bare skin, I lay awake, staring up at the enchanting chandelier that looks like it originated from a fairytale.

This moment is nothing short of perfect.

"Give me a minute. I just need to check on the golf".

British Open - 1. Whore - 0. I can never win.

Almost guilty for the relapse, I am shamelessly enjoying myself, all sprawled across his plush bed. I know I had vowed to quit, but we had planned to meet since 2 months ago and only found the time to meet last Friday night. Plus, he's a really cute cockney (and I can really use the extra cash).


Now, let's call him 'Pattzy', after Robert Pattz (Pattinson) becos of his lean build and messy but too-cool-to-care hair. 20-something exec. from UK. Works with a bank. Far from repulsive, I'm sure he can have any girl in a club. Lurveeeeeee his super-lux condo apartment!!!

I can be gullible at times but I seriously believed that he worships my body. Then again, I am also delusional. He's the only 20-something guy I know that can appreciate a full-figured woman. I'm guessin that he misses his ex-gf who apparently was also plush, or he simply likes bigger girls.

As his hands slide all over my body, a thought washed over my head. Which is better - To come as a girl, but treated like a whore, or come as a whore but treated as a woman?

I wished the night would go on forever. So much so that Pattzy paid an hour for me but I told him that I'm making exceptions for him and will stay extra time. Obviously he loved me even more for it. We humped like psychotic hyper-active bunnies and he came thrice inside me (with protection of course!)

Oh and did I mention that its his first time engaging the services of an escort? On the couch, he confessed that he was nervous. Then he did the signature RPatz shy-side-smile and made the first move to lean in and kiss me, then stood up, grabbed my hands and led me to his room. I could feel his hands tremble. Awww...

There are a few reasons why it is extra special like never before with Pattzy:...

First round was the usual. I strip of his clothes, he strips me, I get on top of him, he gets lost in my boobs for 5 mins, then I move down south and send him off to paradise with my lips around his cock. (I'm getting a lil bored of this 'routine', need to shuffle this around a bit) As his stiff rod penetrates me deep, it made me arch and moan in ecstasy. Fuck - it felt so good.
Round 1: Pattzy on top. Front

I can't believe the boy was so easily shagged. After Round 1, he was already falling asleep. Can't blame him, he was at work since the break of dawn, finished late and had to entertain clients till late. I was lucky to be able to catch him at home before midnight.

I lay quietly beside him, as my eyes caressed his face with delicate, whispy lust. He's got that scruffy look which I am a sucker for. He's cheeks are rosy, probably from intoxication. He suddenly turned to snuggle and trapped me between sugar-coated reality and a false sense of intimacy.

A few minutes later he slurred from the serene silence.

"I'm so sorry, half of me wants you so bad, another half of me is falling asleep".

He held me tighter and I could feel his sleepy sandworm starting to stiffen again. *Ting ting ting!!!* Here comes round 2...

Before I knew it, he climbed on top of me and started kissing me almost violently. Eh? I thought he was falling asleep? I felt his tongue in my right ear... I've always thought it was gross to do that but this time it totally turned me on.

Then he turned to get me on my knees and fucked me from the back... and it feels like heaven. Not too long after, he came and collapsed on top of me. As he pants heavily but laying really still, I could feel his cock throbing in my garden of eden.

We both fell asleep for a while. No actually on he did. I merely pretended. I can never fall asleep on the job. We cuddled and he held me tightly in his arms. I was more worried about crushing his arms, and getting my makeup on his stark white pillow. Pattzy wrapped his legs around me and I felt like a fluffy, giant bolster. A very happy one.

That was when I quietly prayed that the moment would never end. Yet at the same time it reduced me to a degree of sadness, when I forced myself to remember the very reason I was there. That moment, was all that I have been praying for - a remedy for my weary heart that craves for someone to keep me warm, hold me tight and simply love me for the woman that I am. If only I could extract that moment and frame it up on the wall to remember it forever so that I will never ever feel alone again....

About half and hour later, that's when he sorta woke up again, went for a tinkle and then popped his head by the door to tell me he's got to check on the British Open and left me sprawled alone in bed. While he was away, my curiousity poked me to quietly snoop around his things. I didnt get far. Only managed to inspect his cute boxers that had cute graphic doggie prints. Then I checked my watch to realise that it was past 1am. *tick tock tick tock tick tock*

He wasnt gone for too long. I could hear the tv from the room. And when he switched it off, I curled my body away and pretended to sleep. Pattzy came in and hugged me from behind, kissed my cheeks and ran his finger through my hair. I pretended to wake up, gazed at him with sleep eyes...

"Do you usually sleep with the lights on?" I murmured.

"No. Do you want me to turn it off", and I simply nodded.

In the blinding darkness, he crept back into bed and held me tight from the back. In what other choice of words in my limited grammatical knowledge do I use to express the dire significance of this moment? Just that simple act of creeping into bed in the dark and holding me from behind - it completes me as a woman. I've dreamt of this every night. For my man to hold me from behind. I think they call it 'spooning'?

And as they also say, 'spooning leads to forking'. Thats the most natural thing that can happen (who the hell are 'they' anw? definitely seem to know a lot). I love it that I could feel his cock rubbing against my bare ass and I can feel his toes against mine. The wonderful science and magic of the human touch warms my heart and melts away every last bit of my bitter cold heart of stone. He had his hands around my waist but I purposely made them cup my breast.

All these while being half asleep, every unconscious move like drifting in your dreams. His gentle hands squeezed my tender bossom while I enjoyed being carressed in the arms of the man I've only met a few hours ago. (Ok let's not spoil it yet)

As his royal hornyness reached boiling point, still in spooning position, I spread open my legs so that it goes over his legs and his hands moved down and reached forward to my stroke my already dripping wet pussy as I softly moan. Pattzy took it as a sign of approval and inserted two fingers that made my body jolt.

I reached behind for his cock and realised that it definitely was not asleep. As I stroked his cock, Pattzy then crawled on top of me and fucked my pussy hard. I whimpered and let out soft moans as he humped and I could hear his balls slapping against my pussy. He then turned me over and spanked my ass and damn it feels so good how he spanked me. Pattzy then entered me from behind but my ass wasnt even up so it was more like a flat doggy but it still felt fuckin awesome. He rested his body on top of me while humpin and pumpin till he came and then collapsed on my body to sleep while his drippin cock was still inside... which felt nice and almost romantic. Forgive my whacked sense of romantism.

When he's finally conjured enough energy to go clean up, he went to the bathroom and then came back to collapse beside me as we slept and snuggled some more. As his breathing gets heavier and was fast asleep, I slowly crept out of bed to look for my clothes. I found most of it, except for my panties which he had flung god-knows-where. After I got dressed, I inched close to him and kissed him goodbye but sorta woke him up instead. I told him I was going and we shared our last kiss before I made my way out of his apartment, half wishing that I could just sleep over.

I dragged my heavy eyes to the lobby and tip-toed with my clackers in hand. The condo estate looked spectacular against the moon-lit night and I dipped my toes in the pool just as a way to maybe say... I'll be back ;)
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Eenie Meenie Miney Mo

Catch a bad chick by her toe
If she holla (if, if, if she holla) let her go

Its nice when you know someboy is smittened by you. I have learnt that is a rather effortless chain reaction.

I hooked up with Muffin last Monday, at his apartment. Saw me on CL. In his brief intro, he stated that he's a US national but failed to declare that he had 'oompa loopa' origins. And I cant believe I didn't detect it when he sent his pic!

Hence, when I appeared at his door, I was caught by surprised... again! 'Tis the second time this has happened. But I went in anyway and we sat and chatted while my meter starts ticking. I pacified myself - Com'on, its just for an hour. He's not that repulsive. Plus, you really need the money!

Muffin and I chatted for quite a bit (which is good cos he booked me for only an hour and we spent about 15 minutes getting to know each other). At first I thought he looked kinda gay. Not in the happy sense but as in homo. So when we surrendered to his bedroom, I was curious about what to expect. Thank goodness he prefers the lights off. And as he crawled onto me, our bodies glowed faintly under the moonlight that peered from the sheer curtains.

Turns out that Muffin is an avid muff-diver. For the first 10 mins, I was rather bored. He was good though but I'm actually not too excited about being on the receiving end of the oral-exam. I honestly feel that it is pretty disgusting for you to be licking my pussy. Really. Even I wouldnt lick my pussy. But I can't exactly tell the guy not to cos they're not paying for my enjoyment. So if licking pussy gives them pleasure then lick away, as I lie back, spread 'em legs like the eagle, moan a lil here and there and pretend to enjoy it.

As I laid on his cushy bed with his head inbetween my thighs, my thoughts kept ping-pong-ing from Popeye to Marcus. The fact that I couldnt see Muffin's face in the darkness was perfect. As he lapped up my lady-juices, I imagined that it was Marcus. When he shoved 2 fingers, I imagined that it was Popeye. When we kissed, I was kissing Marcus and when his face was burried in my bosom, he was Popeye.

Next 10 mins, I was excitedly planning where to go after this and contemplated to call Snoozer-Boy out for a quick fuck so that he'll stop texting me everyday already. All this while Muffin was still hard at work, divin deep into my ocean of treasures. I thought to myself, let's see how this goes - if this guy continues at this rate and can only afford a lame fuck, I'm calling in Plan B.

But soon after, Muffin started to pick up pace and inserted more fingers. It felt like 4 but I'm too squemish to imagine. He pumped me fast and hard, till my body was arched and from my decibel scale, I knew the Snoozer Boy plan had to be postponed.

At the end of it, we laid down facing each other as he stroked my hair and told me how beautiful I was (yeah yeah, blah blah blah). One really nice thing that he did and I won't forget was how he gently massaged my temples and it felt sooooooooo good. I felt so relaxed and could have just fallen asleep right there and then.

He texted me after I left to tell how much he enjoyed it... and he texted again the next morning and emailed when I didn't answer. At this point its obvious he's hooked. And I havent even got to return the muffing favour!

Other snippet updates:
- I think I've officially broken up with Dody. Its been 3 weeks since I ignored his msgs.

- Popeye emailed me to wish happy birthday. I'm touched that he even bothers.

- STILL pretty hung over Jacques. While other girls my age are raising little devils, I get to fuck a younger boy on my birthday, who unintentionally happens to be charmingly french, smart and left quite a deep impression with his insightful opinions. Plus, I get a birthday wish in french with an authentic french kiss. *Ouiiiiii!!!!!* Ouh, almost forgot. Jacques is also the first. The first guy I've ever met that does not like a blow. I almost thought that he was kidding. Well, to each his own. He could be my equivalent.

I might be meeting someone tomorrow but I dunno if its confirmed. If it happens then I'll be seeing a cute English lad (who's actually my age, but he believes I'm younger. Duh.)

Till then, practise safe sex bitches...

Cos shorty is a eenie meenie miney mo lover...
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Suwweeettt Saturday

I am so shagged tt if I were to close my eyes right nw, I swear I'ld fall asleep. Today had been pretty licorice, except for e sad fact tt my laptop is down. But I hv to get this down in writing else by tmw it might seem like a dream... even if it means blistering thumbs as I blog away via my mobile phone.

I was feeling super super horny today. My period must be ard e corner. So when Craig txted me if I wanna meet up, I jumped at it.

Couldnt wait ard any longer for my booty call (hvnt had much biz since I upped e price. I'm getting worried), so I took a chance to meet Craig.

Craig responded to my CL post, not knowing its interwoven intentions within the contents of tt post. The way I had penned it was really subtle. Its either u understood it right away, or its jz another friend-finder ad. I included my url but I knw, not everyone would bother to click it.

Sweet Craig answered my post. A cockney geezer. BINGGGGO!!!

He's cute. So I decided to leave him my no., this time without including the hyper-hooker-link.
Craig showed up in an England jersey (damn patriotic, lor!). Nice bloke. Complemented my coloured contact lenses (thanks, hor. I knw ur one is real colour lah). And he said I had a nice accent (hopefully its not as nauseating as Emily Teng's).

Up on his 7th floor haven, we warmed up almost immediately. I mean, come on, we're not in high school. We're consenting adults.

Most importantly, this is for me. NSA. No money involved. Just e enjoyment of good company frm a nice, sweet man... who has no idea he was humping a whore. Should I feel guilty?

I mean, it wasnt a date. I dont intend or harbor hopes of seeing him again. For one day, I just wanted to feel like a real girl again. To meet a sweet boy n hv a mutual fuck.

The transaction-free sex was wildly awwwwesome. We started off chatting on e couch. At first we sat quite apart. Then he started to inch closer (oooh, so like secondary school!! hehe..) And then I felt his hands fall on my lap, while I pretend not to notice and continued talking abt... (ponders) what the hell were we talking abt, eh?

As his face drew closer, our lips finally met and our bodies were wrapped in warm embrace... not. Only if it was soft porn frm a Danielle Steel novel!

From e couch, to stripping to our pores right smack in e living rm, back to pussy-licking on e couch, and a blowjob to return e favour, then to e stool with a full-length mirror right next to it (its e first time I saw myself having sex. Crazy Sexy Yummy!) before we finally surrendered to e bedroom, where I rode him... in my ass. I actually enjoyed e anal-yzing experience this time round, perhaps cos he's the right fit - length, girth n stiffness. We were at it for 2 hours straight! and I enjoyed every single minute of it.

After freshening up, and as I powdered my face, Craig picked up his guitar n started strumming. I persuaded him to play me a song, and as he sang, I recognised tt it ws Coldplay. Later I asked him whats it called, and he said - Trouble. *gasp*

I downloaded e song on my phone while I trekked to e nearest train station to head home. It was then at e train station where I could no longer hold back e waterworks n bawled my eyes out, as the voice of Chris Martin choked me with guilty tears.

"...And I never meant to cause you trouble,

I never meant to do you wrong,
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble,
And oh no, I never meant to do you harm..."


Craig reminded me of e Alex-Hannah (Secret Diary of a London Call Girl) situation n I felt guilty for not being honest when he was so kind.

I hope he finds a nice girl. I truly do.

xoxo
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