The Cute Little Thing

Yesterday, I met Andy at Oosh to have some nice red wine to end the evening. He confessed to me that Aysha has been hinting him about marriage again. That stressed him a great deal all over again and this time, the pressure even affect his sexual performance.

He secretly fears that Aysha will go off contraceptives just to have a baby so that he will have to marry her. I laughed off the notion that Aysha would be stupid enough or desperate enough to do it.

Other girls I wouldn’t know for sure but after having known Aysha for years, I know she has her head firmly on her shoulders. Aysha isn’t someone who would resort to such scheming actions to pull a wedding off.

Middle into the conversation, a business acquaintance of Andy stopped by our table. I excused myself to go to the gents and as I got out of the gents, some girl accidentally backed into me. A cute little thing. I stepped aside to let her through.

As I make my way back to our table, I noticed that Andy is still not done with his conversation. So I stood by the bar and ordered another drink while I wait for Andy to finish.

The cute little thing (who really looked like Hebe from S.H.E) approached me and started a conversation.

She: Hi. Sorry that I bumped into you just now.

Me: I should be the one to apologies. (Smile)

She: No, really. Its my fault.

Me: Could I buy you a drink? (I thought it might be her ruse to get a free drink)

She: Oh, no, no. Its okay. I am having friends over there. So are you alone?

Me: Not really.

She: Would like to join us?

Me: No, I am alright.

She: Okay. If you change your mind…

Me: I’ll let you know. (wink)

She giggled and left to join her friends. Somehow, I don’t feel Oosh is the right place to pick girls up. So I left it there and then. Minutes later, I rejoined Andy at our table,

Around midnight, we left the place to go to Lavender for some supper. Before I manage to get into my car, the cute little thing ran up to my car.

She: Look, I am not really into picking strangers in a pub or anything.

Me: Mmmm….

She: I just like to know you.

Me: Okay. Me and my friend is going to catch some food. Would you like to join us?

She: (look back at her friends) I don’t think I can leave just as yet.

Me: No worries then. Some other time.

I drove off after exchanging our names and contact number and thought nothing of it. Afterall, I am getting all the excitement from Rebecca.

BTW I am catching Transformers tonight!!!

Ling Back for 1 Nite

Rebecca has acknowledge that she isn’t finding someone who is looking for a lifetime partner or a husband. In fact, she has fears that guys who are interested being with her due to her wealth. Hence, once she started getting comfy with the involved guy, she will slinked away.

However, she confided in me that she has no such worries in me that I would stick on to her. Maybe because I am a known Casanova or maybe my charming easy ways with females.

Well, this statement got me worried. Am I not good enough to be someone’s life dependent? Hmmmm……

Ling came back from Malaysia just a week ago and she actually tried to avoid contacting me. If not for the fact I bumped into her at Vivo City yesterday, I think she will be back to Malaysia without me ever knowing she came by Singapore.

She dressed very simply with hr hair pulled back and in just white tee and blue jeans. She is like what I remembered her. Pure, innocent elegant lady.

She was here settling some personal stuff and didn’t want to contact me due to awkwardness. Nevertheless, I managed to convince her to have dinner with me. What I expect to be a harmless dinner turned out to be a full blown affair.

After dinner, she suggested drinks over at my place. Red wine, the clothes off, then red wine again, then bedroom, red wine, into bed.

Same thing as the first time I held her, Ling make love to me quietly then let herself quietly out of the house with me snoring and wrapped within the sheets. I only discover that she is gone in the morning.

Okay, can't blog much now... Rebecca is waiting below at my office for anther.. Hmm.. as Bern put it "lunch rendevouz".

Rebecca and her Gift

Rebecca is totally besotted with me. She will want to meet me every single day for lunch. Last Friday, I met her over drinks in the evening and she wore a really sexy little black number with plunging neckline where you could see her puppies bounced with delight as she took another breath or walk another step.

We met at St James Power Station for some light evening drinks when she slide me a little box wrapped in a rose coloured paper.

R: For you..

Me: Huh? What for?

R: For being nice to me. For being a friend.

Me: Friendship has no price, Rebecca.

R: I know. Something to say I appreciate you.

She insisted that I keep the present and not to open it until I reached home. After I bade goodbye to her at St James Power Station, I tore the wrapper and open the box to reveal a IWC Da Vinci Chronograph watch.

Later Andy reveal to me that he doesn’t think Singapore carries this model.

On Tuesday as I met her over at Raffles Place over lunchtime to thank her for her expensive gift, she slides her hand across and pulls me over to plant her lips firmly on mine.

R: There… You thanked me.

Me: Er….. (Blush)

R: (smile)

Everything went haywire from them. We had to find a isolated multi storey carpark in the midst of office buildings and humped our way to sheer orgasm in her BMW. There and then I discover her breasts are the real thing, no fakes.

Rebecca the Client

Sigh! Its been a month since Ms Devil and I broke up. I have been avoiding the places where we used to hang out. Couldn't bear to see her hanging off the arms around other men, I suppose.


I haven't been blogging much not really due to her but due to an extremely unfair workload piled on me by Ying - my superior. Love and work are lost on my end here but suddenly, like I am a new baby plunged into a new world. While I am taking my flirting skills out of the closet, someone sniffed me from far away and starting to sharpen her claws on me.


I am talking about my latest client - Rebecca.


Now Rebecca is slim, a bit tipping on the skinny side with a perky butt and oh boy, a pair of boobs to drool over. She is not someone you'll call hot babe however, she has interesting features that would make someone want to look at her again and again. like Nicole Kidman. Not sizzling hot but gorgeous in her own way.


Often as I met her over lunch meetings, I would actually wandered my eyes over to her cleavage. I suspect that such a skinny girl wouldn't have such natural big boobs. Might be fakes. But the way they bounces as she moves and the way pressed against the blouse til the buttons will popped if she takes another deep breath... makes me take my breath away.


After a few meetings, I found that she is not very rich up there. Meaning she is not very bright. She makes a lot of horrendous financial mistakes, investing in things she doesn't even know or heard about. She just either close her eyes and sign or she trust her gut instincts too much.


However, she has plenty of cash to spare. If she didn't invest a single cent, never splash her money away on her hideous shopping spree and put everything away in the bank, I bet she could be a little missy millionare. Her mother was an Indo-Chinese ran away when Rebecca was really young, leaving her in the hands of her remaining grandfather would adore her like hell and rich like hell too. He sent her to Singapore for studies and she love in love with the little city here and decided to migrate over when she reached 21 years old. Just after a year of migration, her grandfather passed away, leaving her with everything in his will, causing displeasure among the rest of the survivng family members. Just as well that she has moved over here.

How I know so much?? She rather spend her time discussing her life story than to go through her financial portfolio with me.

However, throughout all the meeting, each and every time, she tries to test her limits with me. At first few meetings, I thought she was just being over friendly and flirty. Now I am convinced she wants me. Especially after yesterday, she took my hand and pressed in upon her bosom to "feel her heartbeat" because "she thinks she has a bad heart and need my advice to see if she should consultant a specialist". Human heart are not even located in the middle of a cleavage!!!

Then she called me late last night, telling me that she had a very bad dream about losing her money over a bad financial mistake. And by the time she halfway describling her dream to me, it has turned into a really soft porn dream.

I did not meet her today even though she did called me up in the early morning to check my schedule. I did have other clients lined up. She simply refused to hang up until I promised to squeeze her in on Friday afternoon.

Let's see what she has on her sleeves.

This should be amusing.