Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sex. 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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How did my boobs get so big?



LaSenza is having an awesome SALE!!!

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

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

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

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


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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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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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Rimming

The act of using one's tongue on the anal rim of another person in order to gain and/or give sexual pleasure. Insertion of the tongue is not necessary. Circular motions in the clockwise directions are supposedly better in the Northern hemisphere, and anti-clockwise ones in the Southern. http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=rimming

It is also what Mr Schuester specified as one of his requirements. I wasn't sure of what it means and had to look it up the dictionary. Then I realised that I have done it before just that I didn't know there was an actual term for it ;P Honestly I'ld rather be on the giving than receiving end. I don't think I can stand having a guy stuffing his face in my butt. What if I accidentally fart or something?... erkksss.

Anw, I just replied to confirm the booking with Mr. Schuester and I'm a lil afraid that he knows its me. Thats cos when we first got to know each other, its customary to exchange pics, right?... And I gave him my pic that is pretty similar to the one I used on the website. Perhaps I'm just being paranoid, but I'm hoping this is not some sort of time-wasting trip or worse still, a confrontation.

xoxo.

p/s: Is it weird that in one night, these 2 English boys that I had known at about the same time, suddenly reappeared to look for me? Just now Meatloaf texted me to ask how I'm doin'. Talked to him for a while and I realised how much I missed him. He asked me to come over but I told him I wasn't feeling too well, which is true cos I've got a nasty cough, no thanks to the haze. Conviction. Or the lack of it. That is my flaw.
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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

--------------- Here's some bits from Wiki--------------

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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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::
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Never have I been happier to see... blood.
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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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Crowned Glory

I've been contemplating about what to do with my hair... feels like it needs a little makeover.
Cut it shorter? Nooooo.
Colour it? But I like it black. (All the Miss Universes' hair are black.)

Then an article in this month's CLEO magazine sorta gave me an idea and I started doing some research on the best places in Singapore to get... you guessed it - Hair Extensions!

Actually at first I still wasnt too sure cos I'm afraid it would look too fake and some reportedly said that it would be painful (when they braid the extensions to your hair) and it would be tough to maintain. Plus, to do the entire head would cost quite a bit. After snooping around some online forums, I found out a little more about where to go and where NOT to go. For example - a few girls recommended a salon in Clementi called 'Gracious Image' or something like that but when I called the salon, there was no answer so maybe they've already closed down. Another forum member warned against this particular hair extension shop in Far East Plaza, saying that they are dishonest and would make you spend more than what was promised.

But the deal clincher was when later that night as I was surfing for porn and stumbled upon this video on Tube8 that made me scream - "I want my hair like that!!!!" (see below)


She looked soooooooo fucking hot (this, coming from a straight (maybe bi-curious) girl!) and her hair, man!!! I was sold. I had to get long hair like THAT.

So the very next day, I headed to Far East Plaza to hunt for the best deal to get me-self hair extensions. I was very careful not to walk pass the shops which I have been warned against, but after surveying a few other shops, they didnt seem to have the braid-extensions in my hair-type, and only had those clip-on types which I had decided against cos I thought it would be troublesome to put on myself.

After going around the entire mall, I was back at level 2 and that's where I walked into this shop that looked pretty decent, with a shop assistant that could communicate in decent English and had quite a good range of hair-extension types. I asked for braid-in hair-ex in my hair type and again, they don't have it. She recommended that I try the clip-ons and offered to try it on me and see how I liked it. She didnt seem too pushy so I agreed to let her fix it in my hair. When she was done and I looked at myself in the mirror, I fell in love with myself *LOL*.

I tried hard not to look too pleased and negotiated the price. For a set of 2 hair extension pieces (1 long, 1 short) was $150. My budget was $200. SOLD!

The quality of the hair felt almost natural and it blended in seamlessly with my natural hair. I told the shop assistant I wanted to put it on right away and she helped me to fix it on nicely and even used the curling thong to set the curls to perfection. I asked her if I could come back next time and get her to put it on for me again plus the curling and she said it would cost about $15. Not too bad at all! Anyway, here's how it looks (see below. Pardon the mosaic. I'm camera-shy)

I totally love the makeover! Am not the sort who sits and wait around for my shoulder-length hair to grow out so this definitely works for me. Also, I'm glad I got the clip-ons cos I only plan to wear my hair on 'jobs' so the transformation really helps me morph into 'character'. 

So far I've only worn this look once, which was last Thursday. I attempted to put it on myself and it wasn't too hard. I was only afraid if it falls off in the midst of sex or if he's a hair-tugger. Erkks, that would be awkward.

So I met up with this English guy (my fave) last Thursday evening. As I was strutting in my heels and my new crowned glory down the street to the hotel, I was approached by a girl who was doing some heart foundation charity thingy (I've been cornered by them numerous times). As I was running late, I simply smiled and nodded to say that I can't stop for her to say her lines and marched on. Then behind me I heard the girl say, which totally made my day, and I swear I am not making this up. She said," Eh, her hair very nice..." 

Wooohoooo!!!! My ego sky-rocketed into fireworks at that moment, as I continued to sashay down the street. In the hotel room, the usual course of action takes place - its not rocket science. As we snogged and escalated into the heat of the action, he suddenly held the back of my head, grabbed my hair and pulled me closer. I was so scared my extensions would come off and if he'd realise that I had 'clips' in my hair. It kinda hurt abit but the panic overshadowed the pain.

Another interesting thing that happened in that session - not only was he only interested in ass-play (mine) and didnt want to fuck (which is fine, to each his own fetish, whatever makes him happy), he finger-fucked me and  has set the record for being the first guy who stuffed his FIVE fingers into my pussy. And his hands wasnt small either. I've always considered fisting a big No-No as I imagined it would be excruciatingly painful and rather gross and will still list it as my No-Go Zone. Five fingers? Fist? I don't want my pussy to be worn loose and gaped out!!!!! Unless you're my gynae, get your fist out of there.
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Anyone for a blow job?

There are thousands of disappointed football fans in the Netherlands.

"But of course there are!" I hear you say. "They lost the World Cup Final."

Ah - but that's not all. Dutch porn star Bobbi Eden offered to give all her Twitter followers oral sex if they won. But they didn't...

Prior to the match, Eden wrote: "If Netherlands wins the worldcup I will give a BJ to all my followers." After some quizzed her about the offer, she confirmed "I will give them a free Blow Job :)... It is real! BJ for all followers."

"Details on how to collect your Blow Job will be given on Monday after the worldcup final! Go team BJ... My body is throbbing with all the excitement!"

After making the offer, Eden could claim over 64,688 Twitter followers, up from 4,804 the day before.

That's a lot of disappointed Dutchmen...
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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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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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A Close Encounter With A Prostitute In Las Vegas

An honest and interesting point of view :) :) :)

Nevada is infamous for legalized prostitution. One of a kind in respect to the entire country USA. While at Vegas, i thought of hooking up with a hooker. I want to get a blowjob, and want to carry a girl, and other less speakable things. Along The Strip at night, little cards are handed out to pedestrians. These cards have star-nippled girls and phone numbers printed on them. They seem to be advertisement for prostitutes. After some research, it seems that the ladies and phone numbers on the card only offer erotic dances sort of thing, and that prostitution is actually not legal in Clark County, where Las Vegas is in. This is a dubious fact, and probably not strictly enforced. I mean c'mon, people came from all over the world to Vegas for the sin, and fornication is a grandest sin. It is not likely that magnates or vacationers staying in lush Vegas hotels surrounded by skin shows couldn't get a commercial lay. Though, it is true that one don't see pimps or harlots soliciting tourists along The Strip, nor brothels to be seen in the city. It makes sense. Tourists offended by prostitution won't spoil their vacation by harlots strutting their stuff on the street, while sex seekers can easily find their trading partner unobstructed by rules of conduct of the community. A optimal strategy to suck the blood of tourists on this issue.

I've also found these young things on vegasadultdirectory.com. Life is good. (the urls are all gone).

While doing research on prostitutes, one phenomenon stands out. That there are lots of advertisements from all medias, so many ladies, so many lines of peddling, so many styles... i thought of the economics of competition. I imagine being a successful prostitute ain't as easy even if you are a beauty. One has to find a channel. On one hand, agencies suck huge amount off your bodily work, perhaps 50%, on the other hand, a independent prostitute faces a plethora of problems, among which is advertisement, safety, competition, and so on. I guess life is hard among all professions.

At the end, i called up about 3 numbers. One of them is from a porn ad mag. On her ad, she said she is a “Western doll” who speaks Chinese. From the photo, she might be a Eurasian. I thought Eurasians are sexy and exotic and that since she had interest in Chinese that might make me feel welcome as a first timer, so i called her. She is really friendly, told me that it is $185 for 1 hour dance stuff, and she also does few “other things”. I tried to ask what things exactly, she asked me how much i'm willing to spend. Based on my research and infinite general knowledge, i think that it can go from anywhere $200 to $400 and up, depending on the negotiation. Wanting to sound confident and savvy and not cheap, i blurted out “...about $300 to $400”, and she said easily “yes”, implying that is sufficient to “do it” without being explicit. I thanked her and told her i will call her back, wanting to sample the situation a bit.

Sex ads printed on little cards are handed out by mostly Latinos and some blacks to tourist pedestrians on the main street after dark. If one accepts every card handed out on every block, one can collect up to 40 unique cards in a day.

Another i called is from the card handed out from the street. I don't recall the details, but she plainly told me she only does dance. (I don't think this is true for all card ladies. In this type of business, “negotiation” is a big thing.)

Another i called is a brunette Jane i found in vegasadultdirectory.com. I've always wanted to fuck a blonde, but somehow blondes can be intimidating to me. At the end it is Jane who knocked my hotel door. I called her at 8 pm. Told her to come at 9 pm. Because of nervousness, i went downstairs to a nearby casino Boulders and gambled a hundred or so, and had a drink of the delicious Pina Colada. In some 30 minutes of wandering i won 2 hundred or so. That emboldened me. I called Jane and told her to come at 9:30 pm instead because i might be late.

(Jane's web site image of herself as of 2003-10-25: Jane 1 Jane 2. And here's her image from her website around 2003-11, which is how she actually looked when she came to my room: Jane 3, Jane 4)

Jane knocked my door on time. Indeed, she is a college girl. She's been doing this for 8 months. She is a brunette, brown eyes. About perhaps 160 cm. Sweet. Non-imposing, and quite friendly. Basically more or less like a girl you would meet in college. She is getting a degree for accounting or education. She is studying thru online programs. She told me DeVrie. She said she'll be 21 tomorrow. We talked a bit, for perhaps 5 minutes, then went to my hotel bedroom. She got totally naked, i had my shorts on in the beginning. We talked a bit more. She has a tummy, seems like pregnancy, but i don't want to be rude and ask. She is sweet and honest. Told me she sleeps with about 5 persons a week. (might be exaggerated) Has some regular clients.

Her cell phone rang at least 3 times in the beginning, and she had picked up twice, but it always interrupted us. Once it was her bodyguard or such, calling to make sure this outing is alright as a routine process i guess.

I've also asked her if she is afraid of venereal deceases, and she said she always use a condom and has a check up every month and now twice a month. She said she doesn't do anal regardless of pay. She is not an athletic type. I asked her to sit on me and later stand on the table for my photographing, and she didn't do them. She also doesn't do pissing, even by herself.

In the beginning i gave her $300 as we agreed. Later i asked if i can take photos of her and she declined at first. After some cajoling with $50 offer, she agreed. Near the end, i thought i ran out of time and i wanted to extend some 10 or 15 minutes, and offered her another $50. Then i only have $100 bills, so i gave her that and she kinda wanted to take it all but just returned me $20. All in all, she got $430 out of barely 1 hour's time.

This encounter was a happy encounter. It was a eye-opener for me, and she got much more money than normally would with little service. From this experience, i learned that normal prostitution is really a mundane affair, nothing like one'd thought from watching movies. Basically, it's just a college girl or otherwise female who don't mind fucking for a living, and she just does. The way to do it depends, just like how one'd find jobs in other fields. Prostitution isn't a god-send or money-tree or a wondrous speciality nor is it particularly abused or victimized. Sure, few hundred dollars for one hour is quite good for a non-professional, but quite a few things offset it. On one hand, agencies suck money out of you, just like anything in real world. Being independent faces lots of problems, among which is advertising and security. And, i learned that there are serious competition, which ultimately drives income down. (she has told me that there are people on the street who would fuck for $100 bucks.) The “clients” most likely are the most abominable type of guys that one would find aversive. My wild guess is that the majority of prostitute visitors are first timers or so, and many of these guys may not treat the prostitute very well due to ignorance.

Some movies picture high-priced call girls who are well educated, smart, doing the most pleasurable activity in life and makes a lot money. I suppose such exists, but rare. Like in other areas, it takes a smart woman who can be high-up in other walks of life just as well.

(Note: Names are not actual, for privacy reasons.)

Extracted from http://xahlee.org/Periodic_dosage_dir/las_vegas/20031015_copulate.html
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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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