Was looking through old photos and found these:
The difference between natural and creating a cleavage =P
Been looking at bra/panty fetish that our sbf bros have.
I’m a lingerie fanatic as well, loved to buy lots of pretty/sexy bras and feel really slutty when I wear it. My collection got out of hand and I had to discard most of them as I was moving to a smaller place. Now, I’m left with with my normal bras.
(( really tempted to start my bra collection again after looking at all the pretty/sexy bras that ppl have. It’s gonna burn a hole in my pocket though XDDD
I started wearing thongs couple of years back. I was recommended by a guy online who I was sexting, and I went to buy a pair to try. I really like wearing them! Felt slutty and looked slutty in my everyday life. Normal panties just couldn’t give me that kind of self confidence.
La senza’s thongs have been my favourite so far, especially when they have it on offer. Does anyone have any other recommendations on where to get thongs in Singapore? Not too ex please =P
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Originally Posted by
Rickey
Very nice sexy slutty looking thong or panties…in sexy maroon colour
…wanna get one for my favourite gal too
…branded ones r comfortable n good quality but exp
So far La Senza is still my favourite in terms of material, design and value. Especially since they always have sales.
Past few weeks had been quite bad for me. A lot at work, and got ghosted/rejected by two guys in a row. It crashed me really hard, even though I wasn’t infatuated in them or anything. Struggled with my self-worth and really felt that I’m just a piece of shit. Anyways, I’ll cut all these emo crap.
My main point here is that all these emotions almost made me wanna give up and return to my life of casual sex. It was the same feelings and thoughts that led to the start of my casual sex life a few years back.
Casual sex started for me because of insecurity. I needed the warmth of another person. When a guy wants to fuck me, I felt that I wasn’t that worthless. Somebody in the world still wants me.
However, more than often, these guys don’t last. Be it my reason or their reason. Constantly having to change my sex partners led to a void in my heart which needed even more filling up, thus the vicious cycle.
I felt wanted, needed when my man moans and enjoys my blowjob; when I’m fucked deep and rough; when I’m kissed and touched gently; when he tells me how tight I am, how wet I am, how slutty I am. But when he leaves, I’m all alone in the room, the emptiness returns.
It’s even worse when guys explicitly display out that you’re just his sex toy. The sex aren’t great, no foreplay, no cuddling, once he’s done it’s done. Which really makes me sick and tired, so I thought I might as well get paid since sex is just gonna be like that. Therefore, how my paid dates started.
It took me some determination to end all the above. I want to just find a nice guy and enter a serious relationship. He most probably will never ever know of my experiences, but I’ll still let him enjoy what I’ve learned. Though reality hits me hard, telling me that it’s just not happening.
Not sure how long I’ll continue writing here, but hopefully you guys have enjoyed my stories and continue reading till one day I stop updating.
Lots of love <3
One thing I did because I was feeling down is retail therapy >< a hole in my pocket but it cheered me up a little.
Gonna overhaul my current panties <3 feel so happy to have so many pretty panties and thongs.
Love yourself more, for if you don’t, who will?
Been a few months since I came back to the forum, pulled myself together and back to normal.
Any private messages received these few months, I lazy to reply liao. Sorry to all bros >< do pm me now that I’m back
Recently went to Malaysia for a short getaway, stayed alone at a nice hotel.
Solo trips can get really boring at night, so on a Saturday night, I went online to search for a nice club in the city. I enjoy clubbing for the music and dance, the music would be so loud that my brain can’t think of anything but just relax and dance to the music.
I wore a long sleeve black dress, which the skirt just right covered my ass and would fly up if the wind was any stronger. The collar was V-line, which was my favourite as I could flaunt my boobs a little.
Got onto a Grab at about 12mn and alighted at a club. The place seemed quiet on the outside, but I could hear the music thumping inside. I paid for the cover charge, grabbed a beer and walked to a empty standing table.
The crowd was tamed and seemed somewhat bored to me.
Shucks! Don’t tell me this is gonna be a boring night…. Sian…. See how things go as I finish the beer…
I danced along to the music as I drank, I felt that I was one of the few that were actually enjoying ourselves.
Then I caught eye of this Caucasian in front of me, he was alone and enjoying himself too.
If only he would hit me up… the night would be so much more interesting…
Just as I thought about it, he turned around and our eyes met. He approached me and asked if I was alone. I just walked up and joined him at his table.
We self introed a bit and carried on dancing and drinking. We got closer and closer as we dance. I could feel him dancing behind me. I was aroused and flirty.
I had my ass against his crotch as we danced, a gentle brush at times and a nice rub once in a while. He got heated as well, his whole body was against my back at this point and his hands were on my waist.
My hands reached to his crotch and felt a warm hard bulge, I gave it a gentle caress and went back to my dancing. As I danced, his hands were all over my body and I got hornier and hornier. All my mind could think about was hoping that he would play with my boobs more or go under my skirt.
I caught glimpses of people nearby looking at us. They must have saw how we came in alone and quickly got heated. They must be thinking how slutty I was to let a stranger play with my body.
He hugged me from behind and started playing with my hair, kissing my neck as and when he felt like. I could feel my pussy getting real wet. I yearned to release his dick and give him a nice blowjob as he played with my boobs.
The bouncers at the club were not as strict as the ones in Singapore i guess. I rmb my friends being asked to leave when they made out in the club. The Caucasian and I would need a room to continue what we were doing.
I imagined how great it would have been if his fingers were in me, if he played with my boobs.
Instead, at 2+am before the club closes, I turned around and told him I was leaving. And I did leave him behind. I masturbated at least 2 times when I went back to the hotel.
Hahaha XDDD sorry if I disappointed any bros that were waiting for real action.
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Originally Posted by
dyelook
gosh… you should have announce that am boring at Saturday nite and in KL..
lots of bros here will accompany you..
i knew i would for sure..
Haha XDDD not in KL
then I’d feel sad for leaving sbf bros in the club
I love getting massages, like those legit ones, but a little taxing on the pocket.
At the very least, I’d try to go for a foot massage once in a while.
There was once, I walked in to a massage parlour for a normal foot massage. It was a Malaysian guy who was slightly plump. His massage was really good so I asked for his name and decided to look for him next time.
Two or three weeks later, I called to make an appointment and requested for the same guy. When I was there, a different guy served me instead. The receptionist somehow made a mistake and the guy I requested was not working that day. I decided to just go along with this new guy. Let’s call him A.
Just before we started, I changed my mind to do a foot + shoulder/back massage instead of just foot massage.
Everything was normal during the foot massage, his skills was really good too. Then it came to the shoulders/back massage. He brought me to the room and started the shoulders/back massage.
I have a really bad habit during massage, I tend to moan >< I usually try to contain it and not moan. But it had been ages since I had a body massage, so it felt really good and I let out a little moan. And along with that moan, my horniness came out as well.
That day, I was wearing a spag TOP with a cardigan and I removed the cardigan while he massaged me.
So when he was massaging my shoulders, I discreetly pulled my spag top a little lower so he could have a better view
I didn’t know if he saw anything, but he did asked for my contact saying that he wanna message me the address of another massage parlour which he was moving to. And after I left, he messaged me privately……..
Continuing the massage guy story….
He messaged me after the massage. At first he just give me the address, after that we chit chat a bit and he asked me out. I rejected him. It went on a few days and the conversation died.
About two weeks later, I really wanted a body massage so I booked an appointment with him
I wore a spag top and shorts, with a jacket which I of course took off for the massage. He led me to the private room upstairs, and no one was around. He apologised for the aircon is not working very well, so it might get really warm later on.
I was alright with it, and laid on the massage bed. He covered the towel on me and began massaging.
I softly let out moans as his massage skills was good and my body was sore. However, I slowly got horny as I felt his strength and warmth. My moans got a little louder and a little sluttier. From aching moans, it became a little sexual.
I told him it was getting a little too warm, hinting that the towel was making me too warm. He then asked if it was ok to remove the towel and massage me. I happily agree
I felt his hands on my skin, on my shoulders and my thighs. Whenever he massages my thighs, I yearned for him to near the wetlands. When he massages my shoulders, I yearned for him to grab my tits.
My moans got really slutty (in my opinion). And I felt my pussy getting wetter.
He moved around as he massaged me, and whenever his crotch came near to my hands, I would ‘accidentally’ brush against it. Or put my hands against it. I could feel that he would stand at the spot slightly longer so that my hands would stay on it longer. He gave me an additional 30min massage and stopped only because he feared that the other staffs would question. The two of us did not take it further. I was so tempted to caress his crotch so that he knew I did everything on purpose but I didn’t.
After I left, I messaged and asked him if my moans were too loud just now. He said kinda and seemed like there was smth he wanted to say. But he say he will tell me next time. What he didn’t know was, there was no next time >< I never went to the new address he gave him neither did I go back to the original massage parlour.