It was at this point that I began this thread to pen my stories down. Lek and I started nine months before I started writing and our relationship ended long before I finish writing.
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We all seek sadness sometimes….. If we can’t feel any other emotions, sadness is our best companion. At least we feel alife in someway…
-- Eric Cantona
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I skipped work that day and end up feeling all melancholy at home. 13 years of chionging, lost count on the number of woman I had laid, alot of them paid sex, a few dozens of one-night stand and numerous me`morable committed and uncommitted relationships and this is where I was. What a joke.
I sat down and thought about the present world. A world full of contradiction, pretense, and irony.
I pondered about the practicability of my relationship with Lek. Its not like it will lead to anywhere so why am I taking it so seriously? In love with a pro? and then what? Marry her?
Will I be able to accept people knowing her Geylang Origin? Or will I have to hide her in Thailand?
In my present state, I have a wide variety of choices if I want to pursue them. Pros are for fucking. Have a good fuck and fuck off.
I should be with a much better girl. If not a virgin, or at least someone with a clean history.
Wait! what? Better girl? what is a better girl?……..
Do I really look down on prostitutes? What a joke. Ain’t myself a prostitute in some ways where I had compromise on my own so-called “integrity” and honor to achieve my own business goals?
Are the Singaporean girls I had dated really any better? Exclusive whores.! That’s what they are! Giving up their pussy for what I am able to give them and more!
My head spun into a chaos of thoughts as I down another glass of Gordon bleu. I being to type…..
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Morality/Ethics of Prostitution
Prostitution is often an inequitably misunderstood word! To most of
us, prostitutes are exclusively sex workers.
In its original meaning, prostitution is the “selling of one’s honor”. So
befittingly, a prostitute can be a professional – let’s say – who
takes bribes to compromise or shirk his duties. A prostitute is the
ordinary person who compromises on virtues and honor for monetary
gains or in kind! He/she could take money to stand as false witness
or to hush-up! It could be somebody who takes money to frame another.
Or he could be an assassin! These are the prostitutes of the world
and they hail from all corners of society.
The Bible for instance makes reference to the “Great Prostitute” in
the Book of Revelation. Obviously this refers to the “Great
Corrupter” of mankind and not a supreme fucker whom you wait in line
to pay $1,000 to have mind-blowing sex with. So there are many
prostitutes amongst us and perhaps on par in numbers, if not
exceeding, the number of sex workers. Are you a prostitute?
As for sex workers, they can be considered as being in the personal
service industry. Service obviously pertains to sex. Are they in the
right or in the wrong? Neither, I guess, as they are just humans like
any of us. I personally have seen the humanism in some of them and
have been a recipient of sincere kindness and hospitality from sex
workers.
Just as you have humans diving into the sewer to unclog it,
sanitation workers who take care of filth, cadaver collectors and
funeral directors who take care of human “carcasses”. They make life
better for us for without them, we have to co-exist with ever-
mounting filth.
Sex workers serve the clientele who at least have a place to go where
they can have their sex – either as a side adventure or for plain
relief. There is no need to let our animal selves go out and rape
women for sex services are available.
Why do people derogatorily “brand” sex workers as “prostitutes”
and “illegitimate” children as “bastards”? Yet they use such services
and constantly produce such children. Shouldn’t there be a mark of
appreciation instead?
Some sex workers are nymphomaniacs. They reckon to themselves, why
should they do it for free when they can get paid and still enjoy it.
Furthermore they can also choose their clients. Some women fell like
they are their husband’s exclusive prostitute. After all, he puts the
food on the table, hardly talk to her and mount her each time he
feels like it. On top of that, she cannot have other man if she so
desires, expected to bear him children and care for them as well as
put up with the occasional abuse. Then there is the housework,
cooking and cocking! Instead of a prostitute, she may feel more like
a sex slave - since prostitutes are paid and she is not! Why does she
take all this shit? Well because he takes care of her (and the family
he created) by providing a home and the necessities that come with it.
So, it just a question of finances? Now, why can’t she be independent
and not allow herself to be “owned” by any man. Via prostitution, she
has her sex and still can earn a lucrative income and she can take
care of herself – minus his children and abuses! What about morals,
values and decorum? “Well, I am not hurting anyone but myself”. Now,
does that make practical sense? You can expect that a good measure of
these sex workers are downright practical and smart women.
Sex workers are on level ground as women especially if they lack
looks, education and wealth. They contend with the fact that they
still have a decent pussy as compared to the lady doctor, accountant
etc. and can feel not shortchanged or deprived! She appreciates that
she also has something of “universal demand and monetarily value”!
So why can’t society be respectful of sex workers? Why can’t men who
use their services be respectful and appreciate them for what they
do? In fact, it’s us that need our morals and values scrutinized.
Are we bigots and prejudicial that we compartmentalize and brand
humans? Where did I hear that famous saying: “let he who has not
sinned cast the first stone”?
Prostitution is also a PhD that acts like a lowlife!
Who’s the prostitute now?
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PS: The above essay is a post I read somewhere and copied into my drive many years ago. I no longer remember who is the original writer but it contains many content and thoughts similar than mine. I edited/remove and change some of the content to suit this story better.
BullShit!!!! BullSHIT!!!!! BULLLLL SHIT!!!!
I thought to myself as I read through what I just finish typing.
Moral values are ideas created by humans to justify their way of living and to create a more systematic organized way of living across the population.
All these given correct way of living by society and popular moral values and social standards that we all know are just human bullshit.
It is morals if you think it is morals. It is bullshit if you think it is bullshit.
I saved the bullshit essay I just typed and archive it into a folder named " RANDOM BULLSHIT"
I lit another cig and suck in a deep drag.
“Let your heart guide you, and use your mind to guide where your heart”
An idealistic moto I used since I was a teenager.
Understand how you truly feel and use logical common sense to guide you towards your goals.
I had been jumping from relationships to relationships. I know I crave intimacy but the one that I want to be with has to connect to my mind.
Just like women want their men to love them not for their looks or pussy, men do not want their women who are with them for their money.
What I have with Lek are simply physical intimacy with a false sense of emotional connection born out from great sex. I may have felt great emotions under the sheets but those are just my own outpouring of pend up emotions.
The chaotic nature of having a relationship with a Pro is its add a mixture of all kinds of emotions into your life creating a cocktail of explosive emotion in you. The end result is like throwing all kinds of chemicals into a dormant volcano. You erupt and pour all your emotions along with your sperm into a comforting vaginal hole.
I found my answer.
I book an expensive hotel on her off day and I fucked her like an animal.
There was blood. She was having her menses but that only makes me more brutal in my fucking.
We fucked in the bathroom. I use soap as a lubricate and force myself into her ass. Lek protested but I was determined.
“Today, your body is mine!” I said.
Lek has never tried Anal sex before. Neither am I a fan of it. It not for physical pleasure. It was for me to exert my dominance over this girl. If no man has taken your ass before, you will give it to me.
I held her neck as I pound into her ass from behind. She is in pain but her kneels bent slightly in submission to perk up her ass to accommodate my banging. With one arm around her neck and one hand pulling her wrist, I achieve a systematic rhythm.
Her menses blood flow down her thighs onto the wet bathroom floor.
" You are my slut !" I commanded.
Lek gave out a whimpering soft moan.
“You are my slut !” I commanded again as I slam my palm onto her right ass cheek.
Lek jerked in shock but I was quick to grab her wrist again and pull her back into position to continue my pounding.
“You are my slut!” I tightened my grip on her.
“yes… I am your slut…” Lek finally submitted softly..
Satisfied… I continue my pounding till I finally shot my sperm into her asshole.
I held her hair to make her suck my cock as she knelt on the bathroom blood-covered floor. But the animal in me is gone. I no longer get any satisfaction from such domineering animal act.
I held her up and gave her a loving kiss while gently holding her neck.
Lek looks beautiful with her shiny wet black hair against the bathroom setting.
“I …love .. you..” I whispered thinking of Bing Bing.
“Today you are my slut and I love you today”… I continued
I send Lek home that night and upon leaving, I gave her a branded purse with a handwritten card inside.
I didn’t contact Lek nor answer her calls for the next one year …
Geylang Hollywood starring Euks had ended…
Life is a box of chocolate, you never know what you gonna get unless.. you made that box of chocolate.
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It was a period of emptiness.
The economy was doing well and everything I could have done in my business had already been done.
As a 30 something-year-old, I had achieved far more than my peers.
But I feel stuck. The truth is, I never did have training or experiences outside my business.
I started my business young.
Through sheer grit and a lack of better options, I persevere and I was lucky to have ride through the good times.
My business had grown to a stage where good common sense and hard work is no longer enough.
I had run out of ideas to bring my business further forward but how could a 30-year-old with millions in his pocket know any better.
To fill the void in my life, I came out with an ambitious bold business plan expansion.
With my inflated ego, I was still sensible enough to know I could fail.
So I set aside a sum of money and fully paid a home, some saving plans for my aging mum and went ahead with risky business expansion.
I continue to sow my wild oats as I travel frequently.
Mixing business with pleasure, I made some regrettable decisions and broke a few hearts that shouldn’t be broken.
I found that women find men extremely attractive when they have a sense of purpose.
I was alluding confidence, very focus and serious at work, but still mischevious and boyish in my mannerism.
Women fell for my unintended charm frequently and I became an irresponsible Romeo.
I jump into every opportunity before looking.
After all, I needed sex and Geylang is no longer a convenient outlet.
I was also looking for a serious relationship and I long for a partner where I can share my business adventure with.
贤内助， the Woman behind the man.
Office Ladies in mini skirt with business suit became my thing and I develope a taste for perky butt with long legs in high heels.
Young pretty saleswomen.
They are everywhere and a lot of them are in my field vying for my business.
I still feel regret.
Shu min had an adorable girlish charm that flashes a cute dimple whenever she smiles.
But she was never girlish nor cute.
The daughter of a moderately big manufacturing factory, she was always very professional and business-minded with a cold and aloof aura.
I shared with her a part of my business plan and explain how her products play a part in my overall product lineup and work with her the details on how to further package and brand her products in the singapore market.
She went the extra mile and did her own research and brought me to other none competing factories that she felt might be relevant to our project.
It was during one of these trips that I found out we had previously been surrounded by at least one of her relatives.
It is a family business empire.
The quiet older lady in the sales office is one of her aunts.
The factory manager we met was one of her uncles.
Even the driver that had been fetching us between locations was a relative which she can’t recall which part of her family line does he belongs to.
She never revealed she is the daughter of the business owner.
I connected the dots and made my assumptions.
Shu min warned me that she doesn’t know the exact route to the destination she intended to bring me to.
The company driver is unavailable that day for her to utilize.
It will be a long drive but along the way, there are a few possible relevant locations that might be fruitful.
I wasn’t overly impressed with her initiatives.
I had encountered better proposals and initiatives from more experienced salespeople.
But I was curious about her efforts.
I am after all from singapore. A very very small market.
The purchasing volume I can bring to her is small compared to the market her business has access to.
Her own production manager did also comment on the difficulty in producing such “small” quantity on so many different models.
But Shu min found her own way to get the support of the production manager if our deal did go through.
I couldn’t make any other productive plans that day.
It was funny to see Shu min arrive in a large SUV.
I could barely see her neck from the car window.
But when I got onto the passenger seat, I was offered a nice treat of her slender legs in high heels.
Hmmm… tights in a kneel length dress.
Not the sexy kind, but more for protection against the cold.
I noted the expensive clothing.
That was my first clue.
Without realizing I had a surprized raised eyebrows expression when I got onto the car,Shu Min asked
" 怎么了？ 很奇怪吗？ What’s wrong? Anything weird?
I fumbled to compose myself. My quick wit saved me.
" 你打算穿着高跟鞋驾车？ 路程不是要几个小时吗？You intend to drive in high heels? Didn’t you say the drive will be a few hours?"
“出门的时候没想到，只觉得这双鞋配这身衣服。 也舒服， 方便今天需要多行走。忘了要开车。I didn’t think through while dressing up at home. The shoes go with the clothing and are comfortable to wear。 I forgot I had to drive.”
“这样开车也太累了。你平时也穿着高跟鞋开车吗？This will be tiring for you. Do you usually drive wearing high heels? " I replied
“也不。我平时很少开车。上下班都公司车接送。Nope. I seldom get to drive. Usually, the company car will send me to and fro” Shu min explained.
I recalled Shu min hold a normal sales executive position on her name card.
I studied the brand and make of the car.
It’s a china brand that I didn’t recognize at that time.
“Geely” I found out much later on other occasions.
This SUV is luxurious and on par with any Merc or Lexus SUV I thought to myself.
Something doesn’t add up but it is rude to ask.
Shu min is still wearing her high heels.
I later found out it is rude to wear sandals or any shoes exposing your toes in traditional Chinese culture.
I manage to convince her to remove her high heels a few mins into the drive citing safety concerns after noticing her discomfort.
I made a guess she must have realized the mistake before she arrived at my hotel but was too late to turn back.
She should have driven here with her high heels removed but put it back on upon arrival.
I made a quick analysis and concluded she either came in a rush or was overly concern with her appearance.
I was both right and wrong.
The drive really lasted a few hours.
One thing I learned in China is their very different perspective of distance.
“We are located near the airport” can mean a 4 hrs drive.
“It just beside the train station” can mean a fucking 40min walk from the moment you get out of the train.
Yes, it is just beside the train station. But the bloody train station is so huge that by the time you get to the respective exit, that’s 20mins.
From the exit to the pedestrian crossing, across the huge car park or whatever, to finally to the entrance of your destination can be another 20mins.
A lot of my China business associates hear many great things about singapore.
But they were shocked to learn it just take 40 mins of driving from the extreme East to the extreme west of singapore
Shu min was fixated on the GPS throughout the whole trip.
So I did most of the talking with soft music in the background.
By the time we arrived, she was exhausted.
I found out she has to reach home by 7 pm and she made a call home to notify she might be late.
I called my trusty driver, Brother Huang, to prepare to pick us up and bring along a backup driver with him.
I explain to him our situation for him to make further possible arrangements that deem suitable.
Brother Huang is not only trusty, he has good business sense and had always followed me to every business meeting as my driver.
I didn’t discuss with Shu min on this arrangement.
The arrangement Shu min made didn’t turn out very fruitful.
But it gave me a clearer idea on how to do my sourcing on these decoratives products to further complement Shu Min’s product line.
Shu min however offered many different perspectives.
I felt good to have someone to discuss and it seeded an image of having her as my life partner. my 贤内助。
She was very attentive, and there were several moments our mind clicked and we gave each other a knowing look when it happened.
At the end of the sales tour, Shu min became conscious that she was following me around a little too close and made effort to take a step back.
She is right.
The two-step rule. During lessons from a body language coach I employed for my sales team, you always maintain this “professional” distance.
1 step further and it shows you are disinterested.
1 step forward and you are in someone’s personal zone and customers might find uncomfortable.
You take half a step forward to lean in with 1 leg when you want to emphasize something or show interest and back to the two-step zone when you want to reject or ignore your customer comment or suggestion.
I know Shu min is attracted to me. I find her attractive as well
Brother Huang arrived in “THE CARAVAN”.
I never found a suitable word to term it till today but I had used this vehicle several times when situation demand and allows.
It doesn’t belong to Bro Huang but as a professional private driver, he has a network of friends in the same business.
It really isn’t a Caravan but neither is it a Limo.
It’s a high Van with the rear converted for business uses.
The seats are luxurious with 2 individual seats angled inwards and two-row of sofa style seating on the other side.
In between is a small Rectangular table that facilitates discussion.
There is a medium size fridge, various PowerPoints for notebook/ phone charging and many cups holder.
There is also privacy between the driver compartment and the passager with a button speaker to press if you need to communicate with the driver.
Shumin was surprised by the arrangement. But more surprised with THE CARAVAN.
I explained Brother Huang is paid fully for the full duration of my stay and I do not incur extra cost whether I use him or not.
The backup driver to drive Shu min’s vehicle back for us isn’t expensive and I assured Shu min it allows ME to utilize my travel time for more productive usage.
We both sat on the two individual seats facing the back of the Vehicle and started with some light discussion together with some refreshment Bro Huang had prepared for us.
In between our angled inwards seat is a triangular small table.
We had to lean forward towards each other every time we shared read documents and catalogs.
It occasionalluy allows me to take a whiff of her hair scent and it gave me a hardon.
She is giving off strong pheromones…
From the corner of my eyes, there is a bit of downblouse but I resist trying to peep.
She is wearing purple with a firm B cup but it’s her neckline and collarbone and the baby smooth fair skin on it that’s distracting me.
I pop a breath freshener mid discussion and Shu Min asked for it.
Our eyes met as I hand one to her.
Time froze for a second or two and I saw a small twitch on her lower lips.
I pop the freshener directly into her mouth catching her by surprise and pull the back of her neck towards me and I lean in for her lips
There was resistance but my hand behind her neck prevented her retreat.
Suckling on her lower lip, I took her breath in… Her breath tasted marvelous and I immediately feel my lower self harden further.
Our nose touches and I saw Shu min closes her watery eyes right in front of me.
Her resistance softens and I felt her tilted her head just a little.
An invitation for more! Our lips dance begin.
It was slow, with lots of hesitation. Every single movement was followed by a pause to wait for a response.
What was consistent was the heavy breathing. My wrist resting on her shoulder as I held her neck feels the shoulder rise and fall from her heavy breathing.
I tried a little tongue.
No response. I tried again.
A very soft and timid wiggling poke tickled the tip of my upper lips. Cute.
Shu min doesn’t seem to be an experienced kisser.
I lower my hand from her neck down wanting to reach for her waist.
Bad move! the awkward sitting position didn’t allow a smooth movement and I realiseD my hand wasn’t long enough to reach her waist anyway.
This broke us from our dreamy state and both of us raise our eyelids.
The kiss stop and I saw her eyes dreamy eyes awaken with realization.
Shu min turn her head away and retreated back to her seat.
Silence.
Silence for quite a long time.
The black in her eye jumps about. She is in deep thoughts.
I take another look at her fingers. No ring just as I noticed before.
Her heels vibrate about on the carpet of the moving van.
She is nervous.
Hmmm… I knelt on one kneel and held her ankle as I proceed to remove her heels.
Ehh???! Shu min protested.
“你紧张到你鞋跟都在地毯上跳舞了. “Your heels are dancing on the carpet from your nervousness”
I raise my head giving Shu min a mischievous teasing look.
Shumin broke into a giggle.
My well-trained predator instinct kicks in and I grab her hand at this moment and give her a small tug, to guide her off her seat as we squeeze through the hole between the rectangular table and the vehicle door towards the sofa row on the other side…….
The moving vehicle limited our balance and we had to take a leaping last step before we land our bodies onto the sofa seat.
It isn’t comical as I typed now but it felt comical at that particular moment.
We giggled and that was when I first begin taking in Shu min’s beauty without reservation.
Shu min has very chiseled facial features and bodyline. She isn’t athletic.
She has a petite body frame but so proportionate that it makes her appear slender even though she has pinches of baby fat here and there.
I reckoned she is between 21 to 24 although, from experience, girls like that usually look much younger than they really are.
You know the kind that always has flawless fair skin that flushes pink cheeks with a little exercise?
That’s Shu min and she is radiating perspiration filled with her hormonal sweet body scent.
Shu min tense up as the giggled died. Probably from the realization of what’s about to happen now that we had shifted to sofa seating without obstacle. between us.
I couldn’t tell if her resistance is due to her traditional conservative Chinese culture or if she is in a relationship but I decided on the formal for my own self-interest.
I continued to hold her hand as I studied her while she looked in front avoiding eye contact. She didn’t withdraw as I caress her fingers.
I couldn’t find an opening. Proceed with caution or I will draw resistance, my experience tells me.
I shifted one leg up the sofa with sat on my own feet so that I could cross the other over to Shu min and rest it over both of her thighs.
I changed hands holding Shu min’s so that my the other hand can go over her shoulders and pull her close to me.
I have had Shu min cornered into my arms. But that is also when it dawned on me. Shu min is a proper traditional girl. She isn’t the same as those ostentatious quintessential SPG socialite I used to bed back in singapore.
For girls like Shu min, physical intimacy equates to genuine feelings rather than underlying materialistic motives. Do I really want to prey on such purity? Using methods I had acquired from my scenes in Geylang Hollywood and glitzy parties?
Woah, just read my own posting on handphone and realised how hard it is to read.
Readers please do point out flaws and give feedback.
I welcome critism and suggestion or any discussion regarding each posting.
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yeah! who is she? she look a little like this, a little baby fat here and there but yet has define neckline, shoulder line, collarbone.
I am stuck at describing her neck in story format.
its something like this
[QUOTE=ZenneZ;19524541]
Shu min look like this?
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Since Shu min, I had developed a fetish for beautiful neckline, shoulder line, collarbone. Not to be confused with skinny.
Few men have such fetish, and there is very little reference with the web bombarded with boobs or butt pics
she doesn’t look anywhere near the girl in this pic. But whenever they move their head, the neckline flow with wave of sexy line
