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Salute this sister. Like u mentioned abt accepting who he is and who he isn’t, it not easy. I had my break off with my ex, 8 yrs senior my age. She want me to live to her expectation. I had proposed to her after 3 years being together, yet she say she is not ready. But she told her friends I’m not sincere or commited and want to see me improvement. And from other ferns, they told me that she expect it different. I dun drive or draw a super high income and wiling to commit the marriage. Haiz. End of the day, it’s all about expectation.

hmm … hard to stay married

1 moment of angry and mis-understanding & everything goes into total upheaval.

it’s difficult to keep ya head on when everything’s so heated/angry/dis-illusioned/frustrating … some 1 (ex-fling you haven’t met for 10 yrs you bump into a few mths ago) comes along and offers to fill the gap. It was looking to get physical but got emotional … maybe she cud be setting it up as well … willingly or not … but it was a bad decision

it’s close to heart … it took around 1+ yrs and it still gets her upset …

Keep writing those thots !

zouk ard that long ah? last time in the 90s is either sparks or grease… haha =p

anyway.. nice read!

Keep up the good work Mrs Hickeybites! It’s good to read something from the fairer sex to balance off the perspective from the cruder sex.

thank you for all the nice, kind words! half-expected thread to have little/zero views & support.. quite touched actually and am grinning away right now

yong

sorry to hear about ur ex… aiyah i also dunno what to say & i don’t want to say anything flippant.

i too was guilty of entering into relationships with expectations & ideals…

u know when u do find that someone who can really accept u for who u are, that’s perhaps love. no such thing as marriage = happily ever after & can just let go

“It is only possible to live happily ever after on a day-to-day basis.” Margaret Bonanno

blohsg

so u too have had a similar experience huh? hang in there… it takes time… personally i’ve forgiven but not forgotten. but i don’t hold grudges & i think it’s better to focus on myself & how i can live day by day to the fullest… she may be thinking this way too…

今晚打老虎

thanks! aside from Zouk, I used to attend tea dances at Fire; Chaplin’s at Holland Village, Hard Rock when Jive Talking was there & Barracuda at Marina South

… sigh… I miss my youth!

Cookie Monster

thanks! are u a Star Wars fan too?!

Joe Fox

yah – was not one of the pioneering crazy-kids at zouk but i was clubbing at zouk while Andrew Ing was still the marketing manager…

wah lau feel damn old now! gosh… i can suddenly remember my old 4-digit postal code

paiseh… another short side-track… not going to start with B today ~ altho’ i badly want to! hahahaa…

I’ve have fallen victim to the bloody viral flu these past few days … down but not totally out.

at least still able to surf sbf & do other fun stuff online while recovering

if u can see me now - not a sexy sight…

I know I said I won’t write about H anymore… but something happened that felt really good/shiok

(just realise that i seldom use the word “shiok” either verbally or in writing ~ thanks to my mum.

Once I blurted out the word to praise her cooking – it earned a raised eyebrow & smirk from dad while my mum promptly rubbed

chili padi across my mouth. henceforth i seldom utter the word & only dare to use it online/emails to kakis)

anyways, the viral flu was quite serious & i had high fever plus bad cough…

thankful that my in-laws were able to bring kid to stay with them & look after kid while my parents came over during mealtimes to bring me food.

H was really sweet & i felt bad that he had to ta-bao his own dinner while rushing back to look after me.

by yesterday evening i was much better & but rather zombie-fied … still feeling a bit lightheaded & walking around wobbly…

not exactly feeling attractive & rather shitty actually.

H got worried cos I seemed a bit out of it when I stubbed my foot against dining table as I shuffled to bathroom…

Was really touched when he said he’ll help wipe me down before I went to sleep.

Honestly i didn’t feel much as H was wiping my body at first…

I was just standing there naked & blur blur in front of him as he sat on the toilet seat wiping my body with a warm cloth…

Suddenly felt his hands on my pussy instead of the cloth & felt him stroking my pussy lips & using the pad of his thumb to lightly brush against my clitoris.

I really focused & looked down to see a bulge in his shorts

“Really? u don’t mind that I look like shit? I still feel weak”

(I was croaking.. I think my voice sounds husky & a bit sexy! haha.. still is now)

“Dunno why, u look smaller sized & like so weak weak like that - want to squeeze u…but ok if u don’t want lah…”

“I want I want… but i wear a mask ok? Don’t want to spread to u”

(unless an act of God or natural disaster is happening, I try not to turn down chances for sex

)

I was genuinely skeptical as I went to hunt for one watsons surgical mask in the bathroom cabinet… I really hate it when I’m sick ~ I look so gross.

I laughed at myself cos as as we left the bathroom to go the bed, I caught sight of my silly reflection - wild hair & naked with only a mask across nose & mouth.

H was gentle as he started attacking my sensitive spots: my ears, my neck, my collarbone, my breasts, nipples, my belly button, the back of my knees & finally my clitoris.

It was honestly hard to breathe thru’ the mask & my moaning seemed muffled … but yet loud like it bounced back to my ears …

My head was getting even lighter & seriously my fever felt like it was coming back…

Somehow all my senses seemed to concentrate on my nether regions… I could feel H’s fingers smear my pussy lips with my juice

By then I wanted to tear off the bloody mask… just couldn’t breathe properly & felt sweat around my nose.

H suddenly nudged me onto my left side & pulled off his shorts.

He pushed himself close behind me, slipped his left arm under my side & reached over to continue pinching my right nipple;

while his other hand lifted up my right leg, crooked it to rest on him so that my thighs were spread open.

He then guided himself from behind & into my pussy… I was pleasantly surprised to feel that I was quite wet…

(yay! my pussy still works even when I’m sick! Not as juicy as I’ll like it to be but decently moist heehee)

After the first few gentle slow thrusts, H started getting rougher.

He started to push into me harder; he alternately squeezed each breasts & tweaked my nipples while his other hand played with my clit.

The mask felt so suffocating but I’ve no idea why I didn’t just wrench it off …

my head started to pound a bit… it felt like I was lacking air… the feeling of being grabbed, played with & fucked hard - aaahhh… so good

I felt like a rag doll with my body was moving a lot under H’s thrusts… He seemed aggressive and yet gentle at the same time - what a rush…

I love it when men get all alpha-male during lovemaking

H came very hard and a lot… I could feel his hot cum trickling a bit out of me…

I was quite knocked out after that and vaguely remember H cleaning me up & settling me properly in bed after. Slept rather well last night

Twas the first time being made love to while being sick. I seldom fall sick & when I do, it’s quite serious & I hate the way I look…

I think I look like a drowned cat & I don’t feel sexy although I’ve been told I sound huskily horny

(according to W, my voice made him want to try phone sex when I called in sick before)

It was wonderful though – at times I like feeling weak & being manhandled & yet taken care of at the same time. It’s exhilarating & appeals to my inner 小女人

I’m getting wet again as as I’m recollecting … hope I can get better soon & pounce on H before having to fetch kid on Sat!

Joe Fox

woah… that experience sounds kinda hot (to me at least)… u describe it well - yup, i felt something like that.

Well, except that I had enthusiastically croaked

“I want I want”

- so i guess it wasn’t as if i had no control hahaahhaa…

Aiyoh… another short side track again today … sorry…

I won’t have a chance to liquor up or get intoxicated today - I tend to write more fluidly under the influence of booze.

It’s mighty suspicious to start drinking after recovering from the flu. I don’t think the excuse “Hunny, I need to drink so i can post smut online” sticks somehow

Received couple of PMs that were interestingly “challenging” in a way.

(i think) they’re from bros who were asking how I look like & if my recollections are even real ~ and then they went on to say how they can really rock my world

Hmmm… it got me thinking. U know how we like the attention regardless whether it’s in real life or online.

For sure, it’s a real buzz when what i write gets interest – mental exhibitionism as I mentioned in the first page of this thread.

And sometimes (only sometimes) I do get a bit “riled” up thinking …

“Hmmph… I bet i can knock some socks off if these guys can see me in person! Let’s see who rocks whose world!?!?”

I know I know - pardon me for being vain, obnoxious & plain idiotic. Not often do I get this way I promise!

In any case, I’m not going to describe myself cos it’s bound to earn the obligatory “Ooh Yia Boh” response.

Which is pretty valid - I can describe myself to be some Venus with a D-cupper rack & long slender legs that stretch for miles.

It’ll be titillating & sensationalize this thread but honestly hardly fun for me. So instead I’ll just indulge in describing what i like/enjoy/random thoughts….

- The avatar is a pic of me (one of the more obscure ones). I took it after a run when i was feeling sexy & most lithe.

I like talking pics of myself naked after exercise & sending it to H ~ mostly it’s to get a rise out of him.

I’m only a B cupper *sigh/sob/sigh* & even as a woman, I innerwardly salivate at C- & D-cuppers cos they look so hot & bonkable.

Nonetheless I like my body & myself enough. Aside from the occasional “I hate my hips” moment,

I generally like standing in front of the full length mirror nude while sometimes indulging in self-love/self-pleasure.

It’s nice to admire ourselves. C’mon if we don’t love ourselves, who will right?

- I love wearing dresses, skirts… It was influenced by W.

After him telling me that he’s crazy about me in skirts, I literally threw out all my jeans/pants overnight & revamped my wardrobe - much to the delight of my mum.

I admit that was rather shallow & I’ve never looked back since.

However in later years, it ceased to be dressing for guys… I’ve come to like how dresses & skirts showcase my calfs & ankles –

and they’re pretty convenient for …ahem… outdoor action (altho’ I’ve yet to get any recently in SG itself). I like feeling feminine, girly even.

- Like any sammster/sammstress here, I enjoy porn. But I realize that I’m very selfish & I guess it shows a lack of confidence on my part.

I don’t like to watch FFM, FFFM action. Give me MF or MMF anyday… I guess I relish the idea of being worshipped.

- I like sci-fi, action, comedies - to me movies like Kill Bill (Vol 1 & 2), the Matrix, Star Wars, 300, Austin Powers, 無厘頭 Stephen Chow comedies rock!

With the exception of older movies like Dirty Dancing, Ghost, When Harry met Sally etc, I’m not keen on romance movies or chick flicks.

I’ll only watch them with girlfriends so that we can hang out; I just feel that they can be quite sappy & pander to unrealistic ideals of love.

I know sci-fi and action are not real either… haha… but they are cool! enuff said

- Like many sammtresses here, I’m crazy about lingerie - I used to go crazy buying lacy thongs.

Now I’m into lace or see-through low-hip boy shorts, especially those that expose quite a bit of the cheeks…

very cheeky & they have this certain young girl air. I know I’m no SYT but nice to indulge a bit under my dresses right??!!

- Part of me wishes that I registered to sbf earlier cos this is rather fun & quite addictive.

But then again I wouldn’t be at my most “talkative”… haha… I realized I’m more online-chatty now…. Boredom, different stage in life perhaps?

- I like looking at men’s hands. I tend to appreciate big hands which are rougher, a bit calloused.

Sometimes as I’m walking around & people watching, I’ll look at hands of various men & just let my mind wander (usually down the naughty path! haha).

At times when a guy checks me out, I’ll wonder if he’s an sbf bro?!?!

- I enjoy being attacked & ravished when I’m asleep. In our half-lucid states, I feel that our responses are perhaps most honest.

W was the first one to ravage me in my sleep… I was staying over for 2 nights. It was such a new experience for me at that time.

In my sleepy state, I half thought it was my wet-dream taking on a 3D dimension; while the other part of me panicked that I may be violated by a stranger.

Without a doubt, I was thoroughly turned on… hmmm… maybe I should post about this next time

- Writing about W makes me wonder about him… He should be nearly 50 now.

He is the only one that I’ve totally lost touch with. We just drifted apart after I entered Uni… there was no dramatic ending, no arguments, no goodbyes really.

I got excited about school, new friends & possible new love; while I think he got into the pants of another new server.

I’m still friends or at least facebook friends with all my ex-es, but with W, it’s zero/zilch/nada. I really wonder how he is now.

If I am to meet him again, would I blush & revert to that old self of me at 18?

Or would I be able to look him straight in the eye, smile (plus maybe wink & flirt) and at least say thank you?

- I somehow feel most/fall hardest for Singaporean men - I mean my mate is Singaporean after all.

I had the chance to interact & kinda date men of other nationalities when I was posted overseas to work for a couple of years (that’s how I met B).

Don’t get me wrong – I’m not being discriminating & I’ve actually learnt a lot from these nice men & had the chance to expand my formerly narrow view of the world.

Perhaps I should blame it on the National Day Parades that I participated in when I was in Sec school -

the National Day songs & propaganda remain stuck with me till this day.

Remember old old National Day songs like “Stand up for S’pore”, “Count on me Singapore”, “Five Stars Arising” etc?!?!

Gosh… I can’t remember some PIN numbers but when I hear the tunes, I can sing every single word!

till next post… hopefully with sex!

yong

u’re right - friends (& family) are v important…

in life, when one door closes & another opens… sometimes u may choose to take a breather & not to open another door but open an window instead…

hope u know what i’m getting at. in any case, glad that u have friends u can rely on.

feeling mtv-ish & ur post reminded me of this song 沒那麼簡單 by 黃小琥… love to make my friends sing this song at ktv (can’t sing to save my life)

~ must say that Chinese songs very deep & fully capture so many nuances of love & relationships

(a bit free now so will translate lyrics for all to “enjoy” ~ partly thx to google translate! sorry for bad grammar)

Not so easy to find partners to talk to

Especially after seeing so much betrayal

Usually anxious Have to be tough

Who murdered my romance

Not so simple to just love & not see the rest at all

Realistically perhaps there’s good perhaps half is bad

Hate to be alone after long time will get used to it

Don’t have to worry about being controlled by whom

Feeling happy makes (you) busy

Feeling tired, just relax & take it easy

What others say, casually listen, decide for yourself

Don’t want to be too emotional

A glass of red wine with movies

On a weekend night, switch off the phone, comfortably settle in the couch

Not so easy to love each other, everyone has his temper

Past the age of dreaming, why not calm instead of drama

Happiness is not so easy, therefore all the more fascinating

At the age when we don’t understand anything

What once most heartbreaking, once was most happy

Yay! Today I’m going to start my post about B ~ my Obi Wan Kenobi (of sex!)

“Who’s the more foolish, the fool, or the fool who follows him?” Obi-Wan Kenobi ~ Star Wars IV: A New Hope

~ sorry I just have to quote one fav phrase!

Few years after graduation from uni, I was offered a chance by company to be posted overseas for couple of years in one of their regional offices.

At first I was a bit apprehensive as this was my first time leaving S’pore & being truly independent.

But at same time, I was excited & honoured - it was an opportunity not to be missed & it would definitely boost my resume.

Moreover I had already broken up with a boyfriend for some time already & I can freely go without any worries of “dangling strings”.

(He’s what I term as a Sith in my love life - great as a platonic friend, but scary as a boyfriend).

It was novel & quite thrilling but also a bit lonely for the first few months in a new country.

I was also rather stressed about trying to prove my worth in the new office. Thankfully team mates were nice & welcoming;

although there were the usual kaypohs (they seem to be in every office regardless of the country

)

& a bunch of fearsome women whom I term as the “Gossip Vultures”. Still I was able to fit in okay.

However there was this one senior manager (Mr Y) who was just “too friendly”- he’s married & he had the reputation of being a big mouth ~ both on the professional & personal front.

I definitely was wise to the fact any fallout/reprecussions would cost me my job; and the Gossip Vultures would shred my credibility to pieces.

In order to avoid being singled out & “attacked”, I stuck really close to the female colleagues & tried to lay low.

Part of me kinda despaired at the possibility of being celibate for the whole 2 years.

I wasn’t looking for a bf though - I wanted to concentrate on work & ultimately I prefer S’porean men as mates. However some company would have been nice…

About 4+months into the job, I was contacted via email by my counterpart who was based in another Asia office.

There was an upcoming offsite meeting/ company retreat for all branch offices in the Asia Pacific region and a few of us had to prepare presentations.

As I was still relatively new, I was allowed to “partner” with another counterpart -

B

.

I was pleasantly surprised by B’s email - it was witty & well-written & well-organized.

Instead of just launching straight into ordering me around (which I expected since I’m the junior), B welcomed me to “hell” first & humorously described our predicament

(we had little time to pull together something)

plus a clear drawn out plan for next steps.

I felt psyched that B did not seem like some jerk who was going to use me as some stepping stone up the ranks.

The email was followed up with a call the next day - his wit & intelligence was not just limited to the email.

B was cheerful, eloquent & his deep voice was rather charming. More emails & phone calls were exchanged as we delved further into our respective research & tasks.

Aside from just work talk, we also bantered & chatted & flirted a bit ~ we found out that we had common interests & it was really easy to chat with him.

Needless to say, I was looking forward to meeting him

(I checked out his pic in the company directory - I thought he was rather cute in a scruffy way)

.

The Gossip Vultures also had lots of praises for B - although he was capable, he was diplomatic & savvy as well.

One motherly married female colleague even added that he seemed to be single - she said it with a sigh hahaha…

The time of the offsite retreat arrived and it was at a beach resort. B’s team arrived in advance & he was with his team at the lobby when my team arrived later.

I remember feeling hot & generally moody - I don’t fly well. As I was grumpily waiting for my turn at the hotel reception desk, I felt a tap on my shoulder…

“Hey XXXX (

sorry my name’s a secret

). U’re finally here!”

I turned around & before I could even register the owner of the voice, I was greeted with a hug

(I honestly couldn’t get used to the greeting style of hugging or cheek-to-cheek kisses until a year later.

Several of the Caucasian managers thought I was cute to keep shaking hands at first… geez)

.

Me: “Huh? Oh hello… oh hi it’s you B… hey how did u know it’s me”

(I was trying to quickly smooth down my hair & look cool at the same time)

B: “U recognize me too right? Like u, I checked u up on the company directory of course… Got to at least put a face to my partner in crime.”

I got a good look at B… He was tall & lanky (he’s taller than W), and had broad shoulders (yum!).

I also took a quick glance to check out his big hands with long fingers - nice.

At that moment, I was flustered & a bit smitten ~ it didn’t help that his deep voice sounded so much better in person…

Our presentation was on the 2nd day of the offsite retreat and we therefore had 1 day to quickly go through & piece our work together.

We tried hanging out at the pool with our laptops (highly inconducive) and in the end decided to just head to my room to complete the task.

As expected, B was professional & really knew his work - I was suitably impressed.

My initial fluster soon disappeared as we delved deeper into work & we completed faster than expected.

As we had dinner together after wrapping up our presentations, it felt really comfortable to banter & even flirt with B in person.

There was some connection between us - it was part thrilling & yet part comfortable.

For one, I didn’t feel harassed in any way …

The day of our presentation came & we did a sufficiently good job - at least I managed to keng through & not sia-suay B

After the meetings & presentations, there were the usual office retreat activities like dinner followed by disco/clubbing.

I was relaxing at the bar with booze letting my hair down, glad to finally have the ordeal over.

Suddenly I felt this arm snake around my waist & this slimy voice whispered in my ear

(eew… spit in ear - so not cool)

“Hey good job this afternoon. Now how about a dance together?”

Eeww/gross/puke … it was that creep Mr Y. Shit!

Trying to act blur, I tried to wriggle out out of that invitation & blamed it on my 2 left feet.

Mr Y’s arm was disturbingly strong and he kept pulling me closer to the dance floor.

He looked particularly greasy that night & he was oozing liquor fumes - I almost passed out

I looked around helplessly hoping to see anyone who could somehow save me.

Instead I spotted 2 Gossip Vultures who were looking on with interest … & B who was scanning the dance floor.

Thankfully I caught his eye & he seemed concerned when I dramatically screwed my face up in panic in his direction.

B excused himself from the group he was with & came over towards us in a few long strides.

(I remember thinking that B looked so hot then - my saviour!)

B whispered something to Mr Y, who looked a bit pissed & loosened his grip on me.

Mr Y: “Hmm.. what? Where’s Mr Z - u sure he needs to talk about that now? Ok ok

(turning to me) Got to just settle some stuff but don’t worry I’ll be baa-rck & dance with you!”

(Double, triple gag … he said this Arnold Schwarzenegger-style)

I just gave a weak smile & heaved a sigh of relief.

B: “U ok?”

Me: “Thank you so so much… U have no idea how thankful I am. Hey, is Mr Z really looking for Mr Y?”

B: “It’s ok. I saw Mr Z with some of the higher management & I overhead them talking about something that involves Mr Y…

It’ll good for Mr Y to make his way there anyways!”

Me: “I really owe you one. Let me get u a drink - anything u want it’s on me”

B: “How about we make our way back first and we can get maybe have some drinks by the bar pool at the resort.

I’m about to leave anyway. Mr Y may just come back & I won’t be able to save u a 2nd time!”

It wasn’t exactly like those romantic moonlit scenes whereby a couple lounges by the pool with a cool breeze blowing through the palm trees

(sorry - I’m being honest here)

. Truthfully, that night was rather warm & I suffered from a few mosquito bites while we rested on 2 creaky desk chairs.

However the combination of cocktails & beer allowed us to be a bit too high to really notice & bother.

We found out that we have similar tastes in movies & music - we both like Dirty Dancing

(he was into girls that have that Jennifer Gray-seh; while my wet dream idol at that time was Patrick Swayze)

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B: “I’m no dance god like Patrick Swayze - but i think I’ve got better dress sense”

Me: “Well, I’m no Jennifer Grey… sigh … Remember that sexy scene when they were practising together scantily clad? She in her undies while he was topless!”

B: “Yah… she’s hot… C’mon, u’re quite hot yourself. Well I can definitely easily carry u & swing u around! Dare u try it?”

We were laughing a lot & somehow it seemed natural to start kissing. His lips were firm & tasted of beer… it was part dreamy, part sizzling hot.

I felt rather breathless & I think the booze really added to the high of the moment.

We both started giggling & saying how we should be careful since the Gossip Vultures may be watching from their rooms.

We tipsily agreed that that it would be best to continue in B’s room.

Drunkenly we tried to creep like ninjas back to his room – we were laughing & making a bigger commotion instead.

Thankfully we encountered no one that we knew along the way.

Once B closed the door shut, I quickly turned around & daringly pulled him closer.

As he smiled down at me, I tiptoed & encircled my arms around his neck to pull his face down so that I could kiss him wetly on his lips.

It was so long since my last bonk that I just threw all my usual inhibitions out the window…