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Boil water, cook Fettucine.
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Sieve out Fettucine and keep the pasta water
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Season Steak with salt and pepper. Cook 2 mins on each side and let the steak rest
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Fry Pancetta, turn to low heat, put Fettucine in and then egg. Use pasta water to adjust viscosity.
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Slice steak and plate
Part 1
Hi everyone. I decided to attempt penning down my adventures before I was married. I got married last year against the backdrop of covid. I made a promise to myself that if I ever found a girl that I wanted to marry, I would take my vows seriously and be completely loyal to her.
This was also why I only got married at the fairly advanced age of 40. While most of my friends had kids by their 30s, I was still more concerned about leading a life of pleasure. I wanted to enjoy the best food, the best travelling experiences, the most thrilling adventures and of course, that included numerous sexual experiences.
It did help very much that by 33, I had started and sold a few businesses which allowed me to be fairly rich. Of course I am not a billionaire or even in the 100-million-club, but my networth at 33 was around 7 million sgd. It also helped I invested in 2 condos, 1 around Outram and 1 around Grange road (those who are property-savvy can figure out easily) which both en-bloced, boosting my networth to over 10 million dollars.
When I was 35, I put all my private properties (I had bought another condo and 2 office units) in a Trust so I could buy a resale HDB. Believe it or not, I grew up in the heartlands and I like the environment much more than the private-housing environments that I could afford. Perhaps if I could ever afford a UHNW lifestyle, I might change my mind, but MCST politics and car-parking arrangements in cluttered landed estates just weren’t my thing.
Part 2
At this point, I must apologise for boring some of you with the above as I know many, if not all, of you came in expecting sex and more sex. However, I must emphasise that this is a memoir of sorts for me (slightly egoistic, I know), and all events are true, albeit edited here and there. It is inevitable that I ramble on a bit but I promise there will be juicy parts for those who only came (or want to cum) for the action.
So without further ado, let’s get into it.
My sex life revolved mostly around local FLs, FWBs and one very important girl who appeared in my life when I was 35. This important girl’s name is Jie Ling. I shared how we started our FWB relationship in another thread on SBF so I won’t repeat it again.
It was not uncommon for me to spend $8k a month on FLs at a point of time in my life. Perhaps it was to compensate for the lack of sex and love I missed when I was giving my life for my businesses and praying everyday for success. Once I had the money, it became nearly like an obsession for me to go onto SBF and book most of the local FLs so that I could finally find the perfect sex partner.
The experience was…mixed. Most of the girls’ looks, mannerisms and demeanours were lacking in some way to me. Sure, there were some fun girls whom I had great sex with but none were exactly awesome for me. I understand this whole field of taste is completely subjective and my assessment means nothing to anyone except myself. My point was that this part of my journey helped me to understand that sex was not the answer I was looking for. In fact, what was the question even?
The question or problem I was facing was that I wanted to feel warmth and genuineness even if the sex was commercial. I wanted to enjoy pleasure without the consequences; I wanted to savour the desserts without having to exercise off the calories; I wanted to enjoy fucking without any of the guilt, regardless of whom feeling it.
Part 3
Thus, my FL activity decreased and I only occasionally (maybe once a month) contacted trusted OKTs to ask if there were any premium FLs they could recommend me. Interestingly, there were two girls who stood out. One was a fairly famous influencer (please do not ask who she is) who was surprisingly enthusiastic in bed and the other was girl-next-door who was really shy when we first met but by the time we were done with the first shot, she wanted me to fuck her again and promised she wouldn’t tell her agent
(Pro-tip: don’t do that. If you meet an FL you want a second shot with, please let her agent know and dutifully pay for the 2nd shot).
These sessions were merely to satisfy my lust but what made I did to fill up my emotional void was to start a life of sugaring. Mostly introduced to and encouraged my Jie Ling to discover Seeking Arrangement, I started becoming a Sugar Daddy. I must have met at least 50 girls from SA on and off. I always paid when I had sex with them but it was never a one-way attraction. Every time, those girls loved sex as well. Anyway I was perfectly fine as long as they did not love me for I certainly did not love any of them.
I also spend some time and money in fancy KTVS. I patronised Vietnam joints twice or thrice and I disliked the experience every time. There Is just something about Viet, Laos and Thai girls that I don’t click with. However, the china girls were different. I quite enjoyed the china girls and out of 10 girls I fancied, there were maybe 6 or 7 who ended up in my bed or a hotel’s bed with me.
In fact, it was so easy for me that I even rejected a few of the china KTV girls who wanted to start something with me simply because I knew I could have my pick. Perhaps some of the bros here have the same experience.
Being a sugardaddy and being fawned over at KTVs really inflated my ego. While I was still a respectful guy and never assumed I could overstep any boundaries until given clear signals, I had changed from someone who wanted to love and be loved to someone who mostly wanted to be treated like a kind.
While all these activities were going on for me, I was also having a FWB relationship with Jie Ling. She knew all the stuff I did and was very open-minded about it.
We liked each other without that affection growing into love, and with that kind of fine-balance, Jie Ling was my Personal Assistant, both professionally and personally.
Part 4
There was a particular event that changed certain things for me. It happened as the renovations for my HDB were done and I was preparing to move from my en-bloced condo to the 5-room flat. Jie Ling was in charge of scheduling and arranging the movers and also coordinating with the transportation people who were sending my new furniture.
It was not uncommon for the delivery people to mistake her for my wife or girlfriend. She must have heard countless times “Wah you so young married already?”, “That one your husband or your brother?” etc. It was mildly annoying but anyhow I was more focused on moving in so it didn’t bother me. However, these things affected Jie Ling more than I expected.
Finally, with most of the furniture in place and only minor cleaning up required, I told Jie Ling I wanted to bring her to my place and cook her the first meal I would be cooking in the kitchen. We headed over and when we got out of the car after I parked, she laughed while saying “Your car sticks out like a damn sore thumb here, sure kena scratch soon”
Indeed, my Panamera was in a carpark where the 2nd most expensive car was an E class. I know of some HDB carparks where Ferraris can be seen but my neighbourhood was not one of those.
I realised what she said was true and replied “Yea, I think I have to buy another car to blend in….maybe keep my Panamera at the office carpark or something”
Jie Ling shrugged, “Ya, rich people problems lor. It’s ok, I’m used to it bro”
JL (I call her that so I’ll use it from now on) liked to call me different things at different times. She had a slight attitude which was cool. I liked that she could be herself around me, and me around her.
We reached the lift-lobby and headed up to the unit.
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Phython1
Nice read and building up the mood, keep going, 1st to camp here? Hahaaaaa 😄
Thanks for being the first camper bro. I’m writing this slowly so probably will post next few parts tomorrow. I have so many things to write but I’m not a good enough writer to do my material justice.
Would be really thankful if a ghost writer sees this and thinks “this guy’s writing sucks, I can do better”
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Originally Posted by
Penguin23
Great writeup bro! Support you with 39 points, please continue writing!
One quick question on your first point - if you put your properties in a Trust, and you are still the beneficiary then you won’t be able to buy the HDB so I presume you put someone else as the beneficiary?
My parents are the beneficiaries.
This was the best way because we all pay lesser ABSD when I split the properties between them.
Also, we don’t have to bother about additional taxes involving gifting. “Selling” to them was also possible but this screws up the transactional history of a project.
In fact, for one of the properties I still currently own, my neighbour unit “sold” the unit to his son at a price 30% below the market price based on transactional history, as well as property prices around that area.
When another neighbour wanted to sell his unit, all the prospective buyers used the low selling price of the other neighbour as a bargaining factor.
To avoid being a bastard and also getting the hassle out of the way at the start, my lawyer advised that a Trust was a suitable option for me
Note: For the sake of all readers, I will roughly translate all conversations into English because my conversations with many of the girls in my story involve mandarin, especially the China KTV girls who may appear later in the story
PART 5
As we walked towards the unit, JL rushed in front of me going, “I’ll do it, I’ll do it!” Before I realised what she meant, she already had her thumb on the gate’s electronic lock’s fingerprint scanner.
One melodic phrase later, the gate unlocked and she gleefully opened it. Then she did the same for the main wooden door.
“Excuse me madam, may I know when you added your fingerprints to the system WITHOUT my knowledge?” I exclaimed in mock horror.
JL: “Hahaha sorry boss, I came to supervise the blinds installation yesterday remember? Using the app was such a hassle so while waiting or them, I added my fingerprints using the instruction manual you left lying around on the table hahahaha”
Well, I did tell JL that she could use my place anytime to hang out. I had also given her keys to the other condo I stayed in. She had my full trust.
Me: “Okok, you very smart, smartest in the world is you already”
JL: “Haha, welcome to my place, make yourself comfortable and just treat it as your own home ok”
That cheeky girl. I rolled my eyes and said, “Ya ok, please sit there and relax Madam, I go and cook dinner”
JL: “I need to pee first!” She made a beeline for the kitchen toilet. I was certain at that point she knew my place better than I did.
JL was an extremely meticulous person. For my new place, she had even bought most of the daily necessities and additional items that I would never have thought of like toiletries, beddings, wet tissue packs, trash bags etc.
I decided to change into something more comfortable and suitable for cooking. It was then I realised I had not unpacked most of my clothes yet.
I stood outside the toilet “JL, where are my clothes? I mean the boxes that contain my clothes”
JL replied “Wait, I’m peeing, later I show you ok!”
It was my turn to be cheeky. I took off my clothes except my boxer-briefs and put them on the living room sofa. When I went back to kitchen, JL coincidentally came out of the toilet and saw me.
JL: “Why you strip? I thought you’re cooking?” She was genuinely curious and puzzled. I knew she wouldn’t be offended at all as we see each other’s naked bodies all the time.
Me: “I don’t want to get my clothes dirty what….and you know what’s for dinner?”
JL: “You never say leh, how I know?”
I gave her a naughty look, “Steak for me and sausage for you”
PART 6
JL’s eyes widened, and she instinctively covered her mouth with her hands while we both burst out laughing.
JL: “What the fuck! Why you so disgusting! Where’s the sausage? Is it this one?” She stepped forward to tug on my dick.
Me: “Wait wait! Don’t play ah, if I get hard now means I fuck you now!”
JL and I continued to play-struggle with each other.
JL: “Sausage is it? Sausage some more!”
It was still too soon for fucking and I DID need to cook dinner so I hugged her to lift her slightly while hastily moving to the living room and dropping her onto the sofa.
JL: “Ow! You bully me!”
Me: “Sorry sorry, you rest here first ok? Give me 20 minutes to get dinner ready. You eat steak first, dessert then let you eat sausage hahahahha”
JL gave me a look of mock-horror and said, “Ok gogo, I’m already hungry”
Dinner prep was mainly smooth sailing. I was doing a simple carbonara with 500grams of steak bought from Culina.
“Dinner is served!” I bellowed.
I heard JL’s footsteps as she scuttled to the kitchen. “Need my help?”
Me: “Just help me to open the door thanks! I’ve got my hands full”
JL’s eyes widened as I walked past her with dinner in my hands.
JL: “I’ll get the wine!”
I thought to myself ‘What wine?’
JL: “Tada! I bought it that day when I came down and decided to put it in the wine chiller hehe”
I started laughing and said “Yes, but as smart as you are, I think you forgot something”
JL: “Oh shit! I didn’t buy glasses!”
We both laughed and I said, “It’s ok, let me uncork it. We’ll drink straight from the bottle like a couple of drunkards”
JL did not even like to drink. When we first met years back, she would get high over 2 small cups of beer in the pub. Over those few years she did improve her alcohol intolerance but she mostly drank together with me.
PART 7
We started eating. A guy in his briefs and a girl in a pink dress sitting together at the dining table is not a common sight. But we were not common people. To others, this may be an eccentric date night, but to us, this was a social dinner between two very, very good friends.
JL broke the silence, “Oh, tomorrow you have a meeting at 11 with Mr Teo”
Me: “11am or 11pm?”
JL: “Wah I cannot leh, since when do you have night-time work meetings? We have generation gap is it?”
I pretended to be hurt, “Ya, I’m so old lor, you hiam me right”
JL: “Haha you don’t act,” then she continued “You know hor, this whole house at least 90% of the furniture and fixtures all I settle one. Then those people who come keep thinking I’m your girlfriend or wife”
I feigned stupidity and asked “Then what you say?”
JL: “I told them I’m your mistress”
I raised my eyebrows and did not miss a beat “Which mistress? I got 10 mistresses”
JL: “ANYWAY, some of the guys were so shocked and got 1 even ask me how much you pay me every month to support me haha”
Me: “Then what did you say? How much?”
JL: “I told them you pay me $3k a month”
Me: “Huh? I –“
JL cut me off, “Shh wait la, I haven’t finished! Then that guy say why only $3k? He said my quality outside sure got guys willing give me $10k a month”
I laughed and said, “Were you talking to the chairman for the Association of the Blind”
JL burst out laughing “Fuck off la! You’re damn mean I swear! I not pretty meh? I’m not worth $10k a month?”
Me: “Ok la, I was kidding. You are worth more than $10k a month. I’m really lucky I have you with me”
JL: “Glad you know! Better appreciate me more or else I quit my job then you know”
Me: “Haha okok….anyway are you full?”
JL: “Mm full already….but I don’t mind dessert”
PART 8
There was always so much innuendo flying between us that there were times (such as this) that I honestly did not know if she wanted cake or cock. I had to test water.
Me: “Dessert? What kind of dessert?”
JL’s answer left me with no doubt: “The kind that should be eaten in the master bedroom”
I was aroused and felt my dick hardening. “You can have it here now….I don’t mind”
JL pouted her lips “But I mind! You’re sweaty and oily….and smelly from cooking! Go and take a shower first la!”
Me: “Relax la, I’m going. You want to shower with me?”
JL: “You drunk bro? I never sweat and I smell great”
Me: “Hahaha you really not paiseh can say all these things leh, you’re the one who’s drunk”
JL: “What? It’s true right? And I’m not drunk!”
As if to emphasise her point, she took another swig from the bottle of Chianti. I had to compliment her on her taste.
Me: “This is an excellent bottle of wine. Your taste is getting better”
JL: “Hahahahaha wtf I read online one la! Google is your best friend”
I let my shoulders drop to express mock-disappointment before saying “Yes yes, anyway you bought it and it’s a great wine….. So….super nice smelling girl, can you please wait for me in the fucking room while I shower?”
JL: “Huh? What is the fucking room?”
Me: “You said master bedroom right, but I’m not going to ‘masturbate’ there. So we should call it the ‘fucking room’ instead”
JL: “You’re damn lame boss, ok whatever, faster go and shower…I want my dessert!”
I went off to the en-suite bathroom in the ‘fucking room’ and found a whole set of toiletries waiting for me in a toiletry basket. I smiled to myself, she was such a darling.
“Thanks for getting me toiletries!” I shouted from the shower.
No reply.
Didn’t matter, I started to shampoo my hair. As I was rinsing off halfway, I suddenly realised I did not have a bath towel. I was about to shout for JL again but she was right in front of me when I opened my eyes, only separated from me by a shower screen.
JL: “Looking for this is it?” She had a towel in her hand.
Me: “Yes thanks! Please help me to hang it on top” as I looked upwards motioning with my head to the top of the shower screen.
JL mischievously said, “Nope, you’re going to come out dripping wet and naked. After that then I give you the towel”
Me: “Wah you wait, I’m going to punish you for being such a bad girl!”
She shrieked as she ran away, probably to the bed. Now I was incentivised to finish my shower as soon as possible.
Dessert was ready to be served.