My Queen

I have got a postcard from Millie!! My dear Millie.


We have spent a lot of hours talking over the phone during the weekends than the weekdays due to time difference. She told her she had found a cool quiet little place, near her school to dump in. She is still in the midst of decorating the place and she will invite me once she has settled down there. I looked forward to it. Anyways, even if I can't go, I know I will expect her back in Singapore for Christmas, just like every year.


Rebecca went for her yearly Europe trip although she did invite me but due to work commitments I turned her down. I am sure it would be wild trip like she promised. Sigh! I am still slogging and aiming for my promotion. So I am going to miss her for at least awhile.


Just had dinner and some nightcaps...hehe with Liz again just three nights ago. At first she was embrassed and her sweet looking face reddened at the mention of her spending the night at my place. But still, we ended up there once again.


As right now, I looked over the sweet angelic face that made passionate love with me last night, I knew I just had to push any work aside for Queenie today. She asked me out for dinner yesterday to chit chat and I happened to have a dinner appointment that didn't worked out, so I agreed. I met her at The Cathay Billy Bombers and caught a movie, before sending her home.


Upon reaching her block, she suddenly took my hands and asked if I mind having sex with her. One thing led to another, from kissing at first, promising myself to stop after kissing her. The next thing, I knew she was blowing me right off. There and then I made the decision to drive her back to my home where I actually paused before she tear off all her clothes to ask her whether this is what she wants.


With Queenie's nodding approval, I undressed her swiftly and took her in my arms and into my bed where I made love to her as gently as I could. She didn't want to go back yesternite and as I showered off after sex, a guilt formed a lump in my throat as I overheard her lying to her family that she is planing to spend her night over at some classmate's place.


We made some sweet sex again before she fell asleep on top of me, with me still inside her.

The Law of Opposition

There are people who loves reading this blog vice versa there are people who simply hate it.


The law of opposition.


If you are one of the lovers, thank you for spending your time here. Greatly appreciate. Especially to the regulars... you know who you are dudes and babes.


And if you are one of the haters, sorry that this blog is an eyesore to you. But from the moment you set your eyes on the words, you actually have a choice to leave. Its just a click away, isn't it? Now let's say, something like maybe a piece of flying glass or a drop of iodine..etc flew into your eyes, would you:

a) continue to open your eyes big and enjoy the pain it cause your eyes (does not apply to those who enjoy S&M)

b) shut your eyes on instinct and try to get that hurting piece out of your eyes


Which will you choose? Well, strangely most of the haters will choose (a) then after reading, they would criticize and judge. In order for them to do that, they'll have to read at least one entry and most of my entry are not short. Boy, is it torture for your eyes? I hope you enjoy judging. Because criticism and judging are part of what humans made of. You judge me and I judge you but the difference between you and me is that at least I am judging you on my own space and not yours.


There are so many misunderstanding out there about me, about this group of people who voice out sexually through blogs or websites. In fact, there are many misunderstanding about bloggers in all aspect, whether they write about life, politics or sex. And recently, a few of my fellow bloggers are putting up with haters flooding their mailbox, comments page, shoutbox...etc.


I am me. Yes, a self proclaimed playboy. Arrogant ones can say I write to brag about my life. Purists can claim I am horrible. Even Anonymous can claim my stories are fakes.


When I slept with my ladies, they all know what they are getting into. I don't force, dun rape, dun put colors in your eyes so I could put you in bed. And if you are an avid reader, you'll realise there are times I gave up plenty of golden opportunities that a jerk would gladly taken up with pleasure, just because if the situation isn't right, the lady involved is not of a right frame of mind, I back off. Yes, I am proud to say, not one of them ever said they regretted sleeping with me.


At the very least, I allow my ladies to walk away with their head held high and not dumped them in a heap crying for me. How I know? I still keep in touch with most of ladies, though not all sex escapades I will have the time to sit and blog it out. I just pick the juiciest.


I insist on no pictures or photos with logical reasons - it will ruin my career, it will risk tarnishing the reputation of the ladies I had been with and is going out with, everyone who recognise me from the pictures will associate any female I spoke with, go out with, instantly to be sleeping with me. All the ladies' names you see here are replaced, to protect their identities. Sure, I love writing my sexcapades but I make sure I am extra careful that I won't harm or hurt anyone around me.


Just in case, you wonder... Yes, I use protection at all times. Even when some ladies sniggered at it. And I do my full body check ups with blood test and everything once every 6 monthly (happily sponsored by my company - yes, lucky me). The last check I had was last month - other than blood pressure is tipping on the high side, I am reported clean bill of health.


So if you don't like what you are reading here, easier alternative is a click away. Other than that, you'll just have to try to shut down my blog.


Hey, guess what? Haters are readers too! LOL.

Meeting with old colleagues

Two nights ago, I went over to St James under the invitation of a ex-colleague's birthday invitation. This ex colleague of mine, Lawrence is celebrating his 30 years old birthday and he came from the previous bank I work in.


Actually, I was too tired to attend yesterday, given that I had a long and boring department meeting, a long "lunch" appointment with Rebecca and 2 appointments in the afternoon. By the time, I actually wind down, it was 7 plus. But the opportunity to see Liz Goh again... Ahh.. That is a push for me to go. I mentioned Liz Goh in the early entries of my blog.


There was still time to grab a bite at home and shower and change before arriving at St James. Dressed carefully in an GAP slacks and Paul Smith shirt, I was raring to go.


As most of them are already drinking their third rounds of their drinks, I felt disappointed that I did not see Liz anywhere. But the disappointment was soon replaced with excitement as the birthday boy reveal accidentally that he is still a VIRGIN! A 30 years old VIRGIN! Okay, Lawrence is not the handsome type that girls gushed about and neither is he the independent type for women to lean one. In fact, he appeared quite mousy and always looked almost too eager to pleased. Anyways, there was a round of agreement on the table that we should helped Lawrence to get laid tonight. Even the ladies on the table looked amused.


After some edging by us and some loud cheering going on, Lawrence picked a target and moved on to his target, carrying loadful of advices from us. The women watched and giggled for awhile before leaving for the dance floor while us males drink to our merriment and Lawrence as our entertainment. At first, he appeared to look awkward and painfully shy. Then he got more confident and quickly make references across the room towards our direction to the girl.


I happened to excuse myself to the gents when someone waylaid me before I could get there.


"Hey there, stranger."

"Whoa! Isn't this Liz Goh???"


She giggled. After a year of not seeing that perky butt, petite sweet looking girl, she transformed. She still looked sweet looking, still have not lost those innocent naive aura around her but was her body HOT! Digging into my memory, she used to be tiny chested and tube tops, singlets did nothing on her. But look at her now, she filled up her A cups with some amazing D cups. It looks almost too heavy on her frame.


"Eh.. Stop staring at my bust, can?"

I gave her a loop sided grin. She laughed.

"Okay, okay. These are new."

My eyes widened. She asked where our table was and I pointed out towards the back and made my way to the toilet.


I hurried back to my table, not wanting to miss any action. To my amusement, Lawrence brought the girl back to the table. I couldn't really catch her name as the music is getting louder. Afterall, my full attention is on Liz now. The women came back after sweating their moves on the dance floor and a couple of guys went to get some more drinks. As Liz chatted excitedly with one of the women, Lawrence shared with me that Liz recently just been single.


Actually by midnight after many birthday wishes, many rounds of drinks and a heavily prompted birthday kiss given by the girl, I was ready to go. Liz grabbed my hand as one of the song played and dragged me towards the dance floor. Well, I don't really mind dancing but rubbing with sweaty bodies is not my forte. However, seeing Liz's new puppies bounced up and down with delight, kept me glued to the dance floor. As she swayed her body and "rubbed" her boobs against my chest a few times, I was reaching a hard on.


I led her outside of St James without her protesting. My last glance at our table on the way out, I saw Lawrence wrapped in a tight embrace with his girl. Way to go! I offered to send Liz home but she refused, instead she asked if she could have a nightcap over at my place.


We did not have any nightcap at all. The moment we reached my place, we are all over each other, encouraged further by the amount of drinks we both had. Come near morning, I had to carry her sleeping soundly on my arms to my bed, for we had spent ourselves on the rug in my living room.


In the afternoon (I took half day leave), we went to have our brunch near my office.


"So Liz, what happened?"

"Ermm.... what do you mean?"

"You know..."


Without any prompting, she revealed that her boyfriend had paid for her boob treatment, persuading her that it would looked wonderful if she could filled up her wedding dress. She was delighted that the mention of marriage, she didn't give much considerations. While in between her healing and her own preparation of a wedding, her boyfriend cheated on her. By the time, she found out, he has already married the other girl quietly because of accidentally impregnated her. What a bloody guy! What nerve!


I watched her facial expressions as she confessed slowly. I could tell that she has been numbed by the incident and she did admit that she will have trust issues again. We parted with promises to catch up with each other next week.