I'm the 7-Year-Itch

I gotta admit I'm very much behind in updating my blog. You probably guessed it right. Somehow I've slipped into an affair with a certain gentleman I'ld like to call Dody (previously referred to as Shrek, but now I feel like it doesn't do justice... to Shrek. Heh.)

11.44am - Rainy Monday
I'm stranded at home due to the fabulously pouring rain. This is how Monday mornings should be. I've already called the office to say I'm out running errands and might not come in today. This was followed by a few other sms-es from colleagues (inc my boss) saying that they're not coming in to work also. Haha. This is why I love my day job.

As I was saying earlier, yeah... I think I'm having an affair with a married man. Wow. Another firsts box checked. Last Saturday, Dody finally asked me over to his place and we made love.

I've known Dody for 20 days now (inc. today) and last Saturday after that love-ly episode, I ended up spaced and zoned out throughout the rest of the day. That night, at a concert that I had to attend, I finally burst and started crying at one of the songs.

I still find it mind-boggling how a man can have an emotional affair behind his wife. When I was at Dody's place, I saw the pretty framed pictures of him and his wife. Now I knw what Dody meant when he once before said, "One day you'll see the resemblance you have to my wife"... and its true. His wife and I looked like we could be sisters. Infact, I think his wife looks even better that me. But then again, those were his wedding pics from 7 years ago.

Oh yes, did I mention that I'm his 7-year-itch...?

WHY?? WHY?!!! How can a man bring himself to break that wedding vow?

Since I first met Dody, we've only met at his restaurant. I've been there about 4 to 5 times and even have my own special table. Table 60. We'd make out on his couch at the back of the dining area after closing time and I'ld come back like 3 in the morning everytime.

Dody is not a paying customer. More like a sugar daddy who feeds me well. Too well cos I'm putting on a bit of weight no thanks to the late night suppers. He makes the best coffee, showers me with chocolates, foots my cab bills and he checks up on my all the time. With Dody, I feel pretty loved and I enjoy his care and attention.

But after all that, as much as I promised not to judge... I still dont understand how a man can have the heart to bring another woman into the same bed where he and his wife makes love.

Dody says he loves me. But I'm already thinking of how I to get myself out of this. After Popeye, I've learnt my lesson. No love. Nooooo wayyy. Not again. L-O-V-E is just another word I'll never learn to pronounce.

On the downside, I havent been able to get much whoring done with Dody around. Wait. I've only done the Geologist guy and Popeye... yeah, I think that was it.

If I ever have to get rated, I'ld probably be one of the poorly rated whores who fails terribly when it comes to emotions. To date, I've revealed my identity to 2 men - Popeye and Dody. *sighs*

Anw, end of the month is looming. Time for the 'Fifth Wave'... new pictures, new name... still wondering if I should get a new number cos I might lose my regulars. *would have met up with another regular this morning if not for Aunt Mary who is in town :P Then again, I'm pretty relieved when 'she' visits*

Reminder to self: Meeting a 30-something italiano this week.... looking forward to that.

Verdict: Time to move on from Dody. I will miss him but I'll survive.

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Boggled and B*witched

2.42am

I really should be getting my beauty sleep by now but I've just got alot on my mind.

I'm just a lil boggled after being approached by a few married men. Dody, is one of them. He confessed that I'm his 7 year itch.

Dody celebrated his 7th wedding anniversary yesterday and while he was on a dinner date with his wife, he actually slipped me a text message.

I mean, what's up with these married men? What is your wife there for? Go and fuck them 'lah! I'm not complaining cos for us, at the end of the day, its just the cash that we're after. But to cheat on your wife?! To betray the matrimonial vow? Man...

This, will be one of the reasons why I will not marry. Period.

p/s: Got a phone call from a fella just nw. I have a strict no phone call rule. So if my phone rings (obviously men are stupid and don't follow instructions) usually what I would do is, I'ld pick up the phone and wait for them to say 'hello' first. 99% of the time, they LOSE me at 'hello'. From their 'hello', I can tell if its a cikopek-uncle, a bleak malay mat or a bangla.

But today, I received a call from this fella with a really hot-man voice. My natural response is to hang up but this time, after I hung up on him, I actually called him back. *lol*

The fella spoke in full sentences. Decent english. Nice low-tone. I took the chance to flirt with him a little but kept it short. The name's Andy. Hmm, but you know what they say about a guy with a nice voice. They're usually ugly. But what the heck, if Andy can afford me, he'll be back. I really hope he does *cross my fingers* Cos I'm totally bewitched.

xoxo

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I Killed Marcus of Market Street

Iwish the earth would just open up and swallow me right now. Marcus must surely feel so disgusted and see me as a big-time slut. Not that i'm not but he didn't have to know.

No thanks to me.

I texted Marcus by mistake, the text that was meant for another 'customer'. I asked what time I should be at his door cos I have to be in the office by 10am. The thing is, just THIS morning, I paid Marcus a visit at his office. It was the best boardroom sex ever and he totally fucked my socks off.

Marcus, is not a paying customer. Well, he did the first time but I've grown so fond of him that I keep him lingering around my little finger just so that I can fuck him for my own satisfaction. We do it in his office boardroom everytime and this morning, I woke up extra early, just to give him a visit. Did I mention that it was mind-blowing?

But after that text message boo-boo, I'm sure I've seen the last of him. Marcus can be such a stuck-up Brit that I intentionally give him that idea of exclusivity. And I want him to think that he's my one and only cos I'm so addicted to him. Now I can say goodbye to his white dick cos he's never gonna text me ever. He hasn't replied to my "Oops. Pls ingore that" text message. I hope his Blackberry got flushed down the toilet or something but its quite unlikely.

It could have been one of the best Fridays ever but I had to ruin it with my own carelessness. No one to blame but myself.

Goodbye Marcus.

I'm gonna miss Market Street.

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Bad English

You know how one of my top pet peeves is 'bad english'. I don't mean to be so fussy and picky about it but I insist that it reflects the kind of person you are and clearly, your level of intellect. It is how I separate the potential educated, fuck-worthy ang-mohs from the social retards, and spare myself the misery later.

In the fourth wave of sms-responses to my online personal ad, below are the sms-es that have made it to my Hall-of-Shame. Instead of paying to get laid, they should better consider language classes instead. For your entertainment... enjoy!

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Money, Money, Money

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

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

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

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

Will tell you about that phonecall later.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

xoxo.

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

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Try Sleeping With A Broken Heart

Had a Lambert-full Friday. What can I say, the guy is perfect in his own imperfect ways.

Feeling really tired right now but can't sleep before I get this out *think- Try Sleeping With A Broken Heart*...

So tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you
Tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you
I'm gonna hold on to the times that we had
Tonight, I'm gonna find a way to make it without you

Have you ever tried sleeping with a broken heart
Well, you could try sleeping in my bed
Lonely, own me, nobody ever shut it down like you


'Popeye' and I ended it just nw at abt 2am. It was blatant and painful but I blame it upon myself for getting emotionally involved. "Falling in love... relationships... are things that happen to other people"...

Why do I keep forgetting that?

*Ouchhh*

*Err.. not helping much*

*Ok enough damage done. Point noted*

xoxo.

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Leave Right Now

I'm here just like I said
Though its breaking every rule I've ever made
My racing heart is just the same
Why make it strong to break it once again?
And I'd love to say I do
Give everything to you
But I can never now be true
So I say...

I think I'd better leave right now
Before I fall any deeper
I think I'd better leave right now
Feeling weaker and weaker
Somebody better show me out
Before I fall any deeper
I think I'd better leave right now

I'm here so please explain
Why you're opening up a healing wound again
I'm a little more careful
Perhaps it shows
But if I lose the highs, at least I'm spared the lows

Now I tremble in your arms
What could be the harm
To feel my spirit calm
So I say...

I think I'd better leave right now
Before I fall any deeper
I think I'd better leave right now
Feeling weaker and weaker
Somebody better show me out
Before I fall any deeper
I think I'd better leave right now

I wouldn't know how to say
How good it feels seeing you today
I see you've got your smile back
Like you say your right on track
But you may never know why
Once bitten twice is shy
If I'm proud perhaps I should explain
I couldn't bear to lose you again

Yes I will...

[Will Young]




I woke up this morning with swollen eyes and a bit of a headache. I wondered for a while... if last night was all a dream... cos I really dreamt that Popeye sent me a text. Somehow, last night was real and as I listened to this song, the waterworks got even crazier. The lyrics were tailored for my situation.
I headed to my laptop and removed all my personal ads online. I can't do this yet. I need to get my brains realigned.
xoxo.
"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard" - Annie (The Movie)

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Today was a fairytale...

Tonight, I lost my ability to 'compartmentalise'.

Tonight, I allowed myself become a woman again and felt the warmth over every inch of my skin.

Tonight, I walked home with tears in my eyes.

You know how when you leave out a block of frozen meat to thaw, and as it softens, condensation forms around it, creating a pool of water from the melted ice. Yeah, that was what happened to my heart. It thawed and ruined my mascara.

I haven't felt like this in years. I remember telling myself a few months back, that perhaps I've lost the ability to love or at least develop a sense of fondness for anyone. Perhaps my heart has simply turned stone cold and numb.

But tonight was one of the most amazing nights in my life that I will never forget.

As I laid on the grass, in the warmth of his arms, I stared at the velvet blue sky sprinkled with stars and felt like the luckiest whore on the planet. The breeze whispered a sweet tune as we chatted and kissed in the dim lit park behind my house. I've never brought anyone anywhere near the proximity of my home. Not even boyfriends.

Popeye waited for me at the Jurong Point taxi stand where I picked him up at about 9pm. We've been texting each other eversince our first meetup on Wednesday and decided less than a few hours ago to meet again. When he asked (sms) whether we're meeting as a client or friend, I teased him and said I've upgraded him to friend status.

If I was whoring purely to make money, then this probably isn't productive and not such a smart business move. But my intentions from the beginning was to meet people from different walks of life, those whom I would probably never meet as our paths will never cross. Popeye was one of them.

In a way, I'm rather glad I took up escorting. If not this magical moment would have never happened.

I've been to the park once before for a jog and discovered the place. We 'hiked' up to the peak of the hill and found that there were already a few other couples that were way ahead of us. With no vacant benches, we settled for the grass and just started to chat. I started off with a confession. Now that we're friends, I wanted him to know my real name. He asked for my real age but I was still in denial and refused to reveal it. Heh.

We talked about alot of things... his work, his family. As we laid down and looked at the stars, he pointed out which ones were stars, planets and satelites. I'm secretly starting to adore him even more now. I told him about my day, how I went to buy 2 of Adam Lambert's CD just to get a chance at a lucky draw. Of course he mocked me for it and wouldn't stop teasing about it later. He said he really like being in Singapore cos back in England (he's from the north) you can never do this (lie down in a park at night, cos it would be 18 degrees outside).

The setting was perfect and as I snuggled up and laid my head on his chest, my right hand went under his shirt to rub his nipples. Did I mention how I love the way our body 'fits'? We kissed a little bit more and then he asked about my family and I told him about my initial impression of sailors. But then we saw a few people walking up to where we were and we had to quickly sit up and look innocent. We talked some more and I told him that I'm not usually like this... sentimental and all. Then he said something like - he tries not to feel attached to anything as his jobs requires him to be away for many many weeks.

[urgghh..Water works again. *breathe... breathe*... Damn PMS]

And of course I try to understand what he is trying to say. That I shouldn't start to develop these feelings for him cos it might not lead to anything. But it was the sudden realisation that even as I was sitting beside him, it is not the real me that he sees. He knows me, from merely TWO days ago, as the social escort who was paid $150/hr to have sex with him. I am a prostitute. And no man can ever love a prostitute.

An undescribable heaviness landed on my heart as I reminded myself that this ain't a tv-series that I'm watching... it is my life. I'm a prostitute. Oh my god, I'm a prostitute. How did I even dare to think that he will like me?

[...more water works]

Then I felt his hand rubbing my back. Perhaps he felt my sadness. Whats sad is also that his stay in Singapore has been cut short and he'll be leaving next week. Well, everyone's got to wake up from their dreams, right?

But at least we still had this last few moments to share and I wanted to make the memories last. As we kissed and I gazed into his bluish-grey eyes, I worked my way through his belt and undo his buttons and voila! He was right about the stiffy. He was complaining that he was walking around in it all day.

I wanted him to have the best blow ever and leave Singapore with fond memories. It is nice to blow when you really mean it to be good, as you don't have the tendency to gag. I worked him for about 5 mins and then I heard the oh-so-familiar line - "I think I'm about to cum". Usually I'ld love to see their faces when they cum but this time, I didn't want to lose the momentum and pace. So I continued sucking untill I tasted the warm, thick liquid in my mouth. With my lips still wrapped around this 7-incher, I swallowed his cum and didn't leave a drop. Its not so messy that way... being outdoors and all.

When I turned to look at him, his face was blushing red and I teased him for panicking. Then he said I was a really naughty girl. Everyone says that. I still wonder why.

As we continued to lie down, he placed his arms around me and we snuggled really tight. I love his scent. Hugo Boss. I told him that if I ever miss him, I'll have to go sniff a Hugo Boss scent card from the department store. He turned and held me tighter and planted a kiss on my forehead.

That moment... will last me an eternity. Nobody.. and I say nobody, has ever kissed me on the forehead. Not even mom. And it was the most comforting and beautiful feeling I have ever felt in my entire life.

Soon it was time to go and we slowly made our way down to the main road so that he can catch a cab back to Tuas. On our way down, he said he wished we had met 10 months earlier (when he was in Singapore) and I said we can still kep in touch through emails. And then he alerted me about how there won't be any internet connections while he's at sea (usually 4 weeks long)..."So if I have not replied, don't think that I'm ignoring you", he said.

We kissed our last goodbye as I waved him away in the blue Comfort.

Crickets... the sound of cars whizzing by... silence... and I'm back to being alone again.

I whipped out my Jalou and played that song by Katie Melua - Piece by Piece...

First of all must go
Your scent upon my pillow
And then I'll say goodbye
to your whisper in my dreams

And then our lips will part
In my mind and in my heart
Cos your kiss
Went deeper than my skin

Piece by piece
is how I'll let go of you
Kiss by kiss
Will leave my mind
One at a time
One at a time

I'll shed like skin
Our memories of lazy days
And fade away the shadow of your face...

I really need to get new mascara cos this supposed waterproof one doesn't seem to be tearproof.

Guess I'm not as heavy-duty as I thought...

xoxo.

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7 inches wo!!!

Why do boys always assume I'ld like to keep a picture of their cock? Maybe they're just weird in their own self-loving ways... As much as I love porn, I don't think I need to keep a private penis photo collection. Today I found Popeye's dick sitting in my inbox. *yummm*



Oh and how was the 'date'?... It went especially well. I even accompanied him to Funan IT Mall after that cos I didn't really feel like going back to office. He wasnt like how I imagined him to be. I assumed that sailors were loud, 'cocky' (puns intended), rude... but he was none of it. In fact, he's nice, polite and really sweet.

When I was bj-ing him, he said 'May I?' before rubbing my clit... like how adorable is that?

And... I've heard of 6'3 but never met anyone who is... and I tell you, he is bloody talllll. Not to mention he's 7 inches. Mind-blowing!

He's got to be one of my favourites (if not the most) cos our bodies seemed to 'fit'. Popeye's the typical big and tall ang-moh and riding him was very enjoyable since I'm on the plus side too. At least I don't have to be afraid if I should crush his ribs or something. He's also the first one to finger-fuck me to orgasm. And the sex was awesome. Did I mentioned he's a 7 incher?
I hate it when I get sentimental like this.


{Congrats to QueenB on her second Ang-moh! Double pat on the back.}
xoxo.

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My FIRST Sailor

Got a 'date' with a sailor this afternoon. Received his email yesterday and was rather pleased with his honesty (he even attached his pic:)

25 years young, 6'3, blue eyes, from England (wats with you and English boys, QueenB??)

Supposed to meet at 8.30pm but he just texted to meet earlier at 4pm. Guess I gotta be a naughty girl and slip out of office again...

(Note to self: Cannot make it a habit to slip out and fuck during office hours!!!)

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

xoxo.

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Tea-time and dangling carrots (part 1)

Today was interesting.
A tea-time quickie at Market Street with Marcus, and a debut performance of my fuck buddy, Lee.

Yup, we havent fucked eversince our first date. Can u believe it? What kind of a fb is tt?

Anw, i've already lost my taste bud for Lee (for making me wait so long. Not tt I waited in e first plc) and jz wanted to fuck him to see if he was as good as he claims to be.

But after today, all I can say is, Lee is officially de-throned. Big? Hah. I'll say tt pic of him was probably doctored.

What pleased me most was seeing Marcus again. I thought I had seen e last of him so when I saw his email in my gmail, I was briming with joy! I knew he wouldnt forget me tt easily.

The build up to our 'meet up' was what made it all so much fun.
First thing I do when I wake in e morning is to check my mail. Doesnt everyone? Not you? Ok. Well at least Taufik Batisah does. How I know? Dont ask.

Back to what I was saying. Time was 9am as I grinned frm ear to ear as I read Marcus's signature one-liner email. 7.25am - time it was sent. Someone woke up real early.

I think I read it about 50 times before I managed to reply it. It was a continuation frm our email chat frm the previous evening before he headed out for dinner. I call it email chat cos we conversed via one-liner emails with a 1 to 3 min pause inbetween. A conversation which couldve taken us 10 mins if we'd picked up e phone, but just chose to prolong it to a spread of 2 hrs while I multi-tasked between emails, paper work and small talk with colleagues. Yeah, tts jz hw much we love to tease each other. I wonder hw HE gets his work done.

I decided to tease him further by attaching a file to this email. A pic of me in e (un)dressing room.



Body text: I'm still mad at you.

Oh thats cos he resisted the idea of meeting up with me the night before. Or my failed attempt to tempt him enough. Whichever way u choose to see it.

He only replied sometime after lunch. By the time it was 3pm, he was dangling his carrot in my face. Lucky for me, it is pretty easy to get in and out of the office with no one to question.

The afternn heat toasted my bare skin as Market St greeted me, this time with the buzz of the working bee colony. This plc looks different WITH people.

I whizzed past reception with unquestionable confidence, looking like i'm about to attend to an absolutely urgent matter. Who would hv guessed that urgent matter is a throbbing cock?

I've become rather familiar with the path tt leads to his office. Abt 20 steps to his door, I txted him - 'I'm right outside', and reached jz in time to catch him pop out his head, looking out for me.

to be continued...
xoxo.

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★Backstreet Boys★ feat. Dr. K

I really shouldn't have pressed that button. Itchy fingers!!! I should not have checked my email on my phone before the concert. In the end, I couldn't stop thinking about the contents of the email and got very distracted, bothered and to a certain degree.... upset. At every BSB song which I didn't know the words (mostly the new songs), all I could think about was that STUPID email. Fuck. (See Dr. K's email below)




See the kind of emails I get? Now he's giving me advice about losing weight??! It has been something which I've been battling my entire life. I havent had rice for 2-weeks now and I am so bloody hungry, all I can think about is stuffing my face.

Best girl in the city???... Should I be flattered or insulted, coming from him.

Arrrrggggghhhhhhh. Bloody pek chek, man!

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Rae of Light

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Very badly." He moaned.

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

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

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

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

*LOL* He shook my hand.

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

xoxo.

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Charlie & The Chocolate Shop

7.35pm ● Starbucks Vivo

I'm feeling estatic! Just stepped out of Page One with TWO of Belle De Jour's books. I nvr thought they hv it here in my tiny island. And nw I finally have em in my hands. Awesome!!!

I met up with a client earlier at 3pm. At first I thought i'd nickname him 'Ashok' as in like Belle's Ashok. But I think I'll name him Charlie... cos Charlie has a chocolate factory. Ok maybe not a factory but a chain of chocolate shops. Good enough. More than I'll ever ask for! *weeeheeeee*

I had actually wanted to bail when I caught sight of him. He wasnt really e Hrithik Roshan type tt I was imagining. As I walked away to exit e scene, something made me turn back. I dunno what. Perhaps I didnt hv e heart.

Firstly, you know I have this rule against going out with APNNs. But I do make rare exceptions for the Northern ones (cos they're a bit more good-looking). Charlie was one of them... I was trying hard to remember the name of a Bollywood actor that resembles Charlie and its Sunil Shetty (left). Not too bad lah. A bit scruffy, quite sexy... but if he looked like Shahid/ Arjun/ Akshay or Saif, it would be a million times better. (heh. a woman's allowed to be shallow too, right?)

Whatever it is, they are all uber-cocky anyway and Charlie, a S'pore PR, fits the cocky APNN stereotype to the T. But when he tried to coax me to meet him for coffee (just to get to know first - free :P) I wasn't interested until he mentioned his CHOCOLATE shop. He got me at chocolate.

Chocolate, by the way, is my krypronite. So I thought, fine. This might lead to something interesting. I'll give him a shot, just as long as the coffee's on him.

And so we chatted for about an hour at Starbucks. We shared our interests, fave music, movies, family, career, and talked about everything under the sun. It seems that our interests are quite the oppposite apart from the few common factors which is that we're loners and dont have many friends. All the time while chatting, I was trying to decide - fuckable? non-fuckable? fuckable? non-fuckable? The verdict didn't arrive till much later in the evening.

After our chat, he brought me to his shop. I was half expecting that he could have lied about the part where he owned the chain of stores but I guess he didn't. I've been to the shop before to relieve some chocolate cravings. Only once though cos most of the chocs are pretty expensive. Then Charlie gave a mini tour around the store and introduced me to the different kinds of chocolates - pralines, truffles, meringue etc.

The sweetest thing was when he asked me to pick my fave one... whichever one i liked, and said to take it as a gift from him. *meltzzzzzz*

So I picked put a white chocolate Fererro which when I later tasted, was uber sinful and drool-worthy. Soon after we said our goodbyes-'see-u-when-i-see-u's, I disappeared into the crowd to search for a hide-out to chill. Then my Jalou chimed and it was a text from Charlie.



Oooooh... he likes me, alright *winks*. And I didnt even realise he stole a glance at my butt, which is actually my biggest insecurity.

That night I managed to clinch an appointment with Charlie. Next Wednesday evening.

Like all other clients, I hope he won't bail. Till then, if it happens.. it happens.


xoxo

{Sent via my Sony Ericsson Jalou}

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Sexting Lord 'Classic Magnum' Marcus

Iusually dunt indulge in too much txting with a client. I'ld rather get straight to the point, clinch the deal and fix up a plc and time. But one of the obvious signs that I'm starting to fancy someone is when I break into verbal diarrhoea. Below is a transcribe of my exchange of text messages with Marcus. It is rather looooonnggg and I can't imagine anyone else reading it. It's more of for my documentation. Reading it still gives me butterflies *blush blush*... Here's presenting, my false sense of relationship and intimacy... from beginning to its end.


------ Original Message --------

15 Feb 2010

(morning)

Marcus: Hi, can you tell me more about your service. I'm near raffles place. Thanks, Marcus.

Queen B: Hi Marcus, r u local?

M: No

B: Where u frm hun?

M: The uk. Tell me about yourself

B: I'm a local gal. 25. 5'5 tall. Stats 40C-35-45. Hw young r u?

M: 32. I'm at work on my own and want someone to play with

B: I'm $150/hr. U ok with tt hun?

M: Sure. What do or don't you do?

B: No anal, fisting... or anything freakishly abnormal :P I'm rather open to anything else

M: We have so much in common already. Will you show me what you look like?

B: *mms pic* Did u rcv it?

M: No. I cant seem to view pictures on my phone. Can you email it?

B: Seriously? What kind of phone u using? I've sent u e email

M: It's an ancient blackberry. I have to wind it up once a week. Nice pic. What's your best skill? Can you bring me ice-cream and suggest what to do with it?

B: O love to blow down below. Y dun we meet up n i'll show uwhat I can do with e ice-scream

M: Have you ever done it in a office? How soon could you get here?

B: Are u sure u can handle me? I'm e big, curvy sort. Just to make sure we're on e same page baby...

M: Only if you can be gentle with me... I'm very shy

B: Awww... I can jz picture u blush. Which building u at hun?...

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( sometime in the afternoon)....

B: It's really nice n breezy here at spore river, yeah?...

M: Where are you?

B: By the river... I ws actually with frens at city hall jz nw. At the rate ur texting, I cud hv reach china

M: Haha. I was on a video conference call. Didnt think you would want to star in it

B: Yeah I figured u must b caught up with work. So tell me, wic buildin u at? Dun worry, I wont knock at ur door yet

M: On market st 63

B: Hmm... not tt I hv a clue where tt is anw. U knocking off yet?

M: Not for a while yet :(

B: :( Wat time can u leave?

M: Depends how tight you tie me to the boadroom table

B: In tt case, ure probably gonna b there till chingay is over. I'm leaving once I finish this cup of coffee

M: Where are you headed?

B: Home. Beyonce's on at 6

M: Shame... I'll get my own ice cream then

B: Hey, I found 63 Market Street

B: I'm at 7-11. U want anything?

M: Ha ha... You want to say hello? I dont have long

B: Nah... I'm shy too. I'm having toast at the coffee shop opp. Ure welcome to join me ;)

M:Shame: Best I have here is diet coke and oj

B: Mmm... 70cent coffee stil e best. I'm starin at ur building - wic floor u at aye? What time do u finish work anw

M: I would hazard a guess at the one with the light on :) not sure when i'll finish :) still shy?

B: U know, I actually did walk through e glass door. But then I figured, if we were in e same rm, u prolly wont get any work done...

B: ... Perhaps when ure free. Lets keep in touch. Ure fun to talk to. Not everyone gets my jokes :P

M: Come up and kiss me quickly

B: I'm already on my way to Beyonce-land. In e tube nw. hah.

M: Shame shame

B: Next time k baby. *muacks*

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(later that night...)

M: Having fun?

B: Hehe... not when ure nt here :(

M: Ha ha ha. What you up to tomorrow?

B: Up to no good. Haha. Dunno yet. No plans.

M: How do you fancy delivering me some coffee?

B: Will u b in e office still?! U workaholic u. 70cents coffee or $7 ones. heh.

M: Depends. If you think I'll drink it, a $7 one. If you think of other things to do... I'll take what you can get

B: Would u like coffee for bfats, lunch, dinner or supper luv?

M: About 10.30 should do it... Wouldn't want u to have to get up early

B: Erm... a.m or p.m?

B: Anything else u want other than coffee baby?...

M: Am. What's on offer?

B: Its a Me... me... and me special. I'll even be ur coffee of the day. Special brew ;)

M: Good plan, except I've just been told I'm not in the office tmw :(

B: but but but... whyyy???

B: Anw would still ove to meet u soon. I'm jz a txt msg away ;)

M: What do you think I look like?

B: I'm crossing my fingers - Daniel Craig.
...
Haha. Jz kiddin.

M: :) Is this a full time job for you?

B: No its not

M: Not a full time coffee delivering seducer?

B: I'll be your full-time coffee lady anytime, hun ;) where r u right nw?

M: Heading homewards nw. Another long day

B: My poor baby. U must be tired. I wish I could b there to give u a massage. U heading home to a wife/ gf?

M: Just me tonight. Do you give good massages? Interesting...

B: I was jz teasing u. Unfortunately not. I might end up dislocating ur shoulder or something. Heh. So where d u hv to be tmw?

M: We'll see

B: Aaah... ok then.

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16 Feb 2010

(morning...)

M: Shame about your massage skills

B: Haha... still hung up on that? Gd morning to u too.

M: Good morning. Nearly coffee time and nowhere is open.

B: I just made coffee. But tt's my share. Delivery dun start at this hour hun ;) hehe

M: Shame

B: Shame shame. Isnt there a starbux across ur street?

M: There is but nothing is open on a holiday

B: Doubt ure e coffeeshop type either? There's one beside e 7-11

M: Hmmm... They scare me. Coffee's not supposed to come in a plastic bag

B: Hahaha. Ure cute. U can ask for it in a styrfm cup, rite? Wait. U said u wont b in e office...?

M: Plans changed again... It's a fickle world I live in. Styrfm cup. You are kiddin me

B: Ok. Ure either a staunch environmentalist or papercup-lover. Coffeeshop kopi is different frm espresso anw.

M: I'm English. Coffee should be in a china cup. But at this rate, I'll be off for a maccacino.

B: Oh yar. I almost forgot. but do give our humble kopi a chance when ure feelin a tad more adventurous

M: Only if you'll deliver it to me

B: Oooh, like tt? Btw hw come you hv to work during e hollys?

M: I speak to a number of countries that are open today. Even so, it's pretty quiet today

B: Joinin me under e covers sounds like a better plan. Ure all alone in the office?

M: Yup. All alone.

B: Shame. *wishin I was there*

M: Why

M: They dont have taxis where you are?

B: Of coz there is my dear. Thing is I'm still in bed n naked. Cant imagine gettin up just yet

M: Some things are so much better with pictures ;)

B: Too bad ur phone cant view pictures

M: Tell me about it... My email seems to work ok though :)

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(half an hour later)


B: *mms pic of me in bed... naked* U've got mail!

M: That's just cruel... I love it!

B: Its my pleasure. Ure welcome hun. *suddenly feelin randy*

M: Well I can help you with that... But I'm here

B: Maybe... just maybe... in the afternn?

M: I'm goin nowhere for the nxt few hours

B: Arent u suppose to b on some video conference dear?

M: At 5 pm. Do u want a job as my secretary?

B: Only if I get to sit on ur lap ;)

M: What time can you come for interview?

B: I thought we're done with e interview...I'll be there at 2 pm for the practical test?

M: Sounds good. Pick up some ice cream from 7-11 on your way

B: Any particular preference? Flavour?

M: I'm a classic magnum kind of guy

B: ... and lemme guess. Vanilla?

M: Of course. Extra credit for white chocolate if they have it

B: Arent u going out for lunch?

M: Not that I know about...

B: Which part of UK u frm anw?

M: The smelly bit... London

B: I hope you're not the skinny kinda guy... are u?

M: Why?

B: Cos then I wudnt want to sit on ur lap. heh...

M: I'm very shy btw. You have to take charge

B: Ure honna make ke work hard for this pratical test, arent u...?

M: Am I mistaken in thinking that I am the customer in this situation?

B: Oh yes. And the customer is always right... Right?

M: You're catchin on

B: So which floor r u at?

M: **th Let me know when ure near

B: Roger

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( afternoon... around 2pm)

B: I'm getting u e magnum on a stick... Am at 7-11

M: Ok. On the off chance there's a guy downstairs, you're coming to ********

B: Ok

B: I'm on e **th floor... Where r u?...


That was when the Brit boy makes his debut appearance... Hubba hubba. Shit. He's so much cuter than I imagined!!!
And the rest... was history.

*phew... I'm getting finger cramps from typing this out*


xoxo

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Sexting Lonely Boy

>> Meaning of sexting [Glossary]

----Original Message----

Friday, 8 Jan 2010


Queen B: Hi luv. ****** is it? Got ur digits from ***. Whats ur schedule like nxt few days?

Lonely Boy: I'm free on Sat afternoon n whole of Sunday. its all up to u my dear :)

B: Whats the damage like?... per hr?

LB: 50 per hour. 400 a whole night. Plus taxi fare home. Care to intro a bit about yourself my dear?

B: Cool. I'm simply looking for someone to chill with. Indulge in some mental stimulation. U up for it? Hw young r u anw?

LB: Yes I am. Time n place? I'm 25. Attire?

B: Ok. I'm 27 (tho these days I feel like a hundred :P). Am trying to clear my schedule this weekend. Will txt u to confirm yea

LB: I hear a nice massage does wonders after a day of work :) a nice dip in the bath tub while in my arms works wonders too. Hope to hear from you soon.

B: Ooh. Tempting... ;) Will be in touch. * nitez. sweet dreamz*

LB: - tucks u into bed- night my dear

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Saturday, 9 Jan 2010

12:57

B: Hi luv. Wanna hang out tonight?

LB: Yup that be nice :) what time?

B: See u 8.30pm. *** Cafe (its behind the asian civ. musuem)

LB: Mmm... how would I recognise u?

B: Call me when u reach?

LB: Yes. Will do then :) I'll see u later :)

B: Anw, i'll only be able to hang for a couple of hrs. Gotta prep for my trip tmw... I thot if we cud jz meet 1st tonight n c if we've got spark?

LB: Mmm.. yes sure. No problem.

B: Alritey then. Cu tonight ;)


18:09

LB: I can't wait to see u later dear...

B: Ooh... really? haha. Watcha wearing anw? For later, I mean.

LB: Maybe jeans and a shirt. what bout u?

B: Cardigan n sumthing else which i've yet to figure out what ... Btw, its a first for me, so pretty excited to c u too ;)

LB: Heh :) are u done at work?

B: Sorta, so i'm jz abt to get ready... So tell me, r u naughty or nice?...

LB: I'm nice. But when we are alone, its a different story - winks-

B: Aah... like that. Too bad tonights such a quickie, if not i cud hv a go at the much needed massage...

LB: Well dear, e massage can be given today if u want :) do u stay alone?

B: U r such a tease. Nah... no worries. There can always b a nxt time right?...



LB: Mmm... definitely. I cant wait. Maybe i'll sneak in a kiss or two later... maybe... just maybe

B: Notty.. notty!

LB: I'll see u later my dear :)


20:06

LB: As the time ticks closer, I'm getting much more excited at the thought of running my fingers thru your hair dear...

B: ... n u'll be the 1st to see my new haircut. haha. jz went to snip it!

LB: Mmm... nice.. so what did my dear decide to wear for tonight?

B: If it ws really up to me, I'd wear nuthing ;)

LB: U driving me crazy... is my dear here already?

B: Near. U?



LB: Very near.. mmm... honey, stop teasing me... what u wearing?

B: Cardi

B: U found the pls?

LB: U here yet? I'm at indochine now :)

LB: I found it :)

B: Ah gd. Strange but i'm only one here. U cant miss me then

LB: Hmm... I'll enter now then :)


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... and the rest, as they say, is history.

[Read more funny, sexy, naughty text messages here -> Norty Txt ]


xoxo, Queen B

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