All you need is Love
Though not a native of Guangzhou,
Love
(Xiao Ai) lived there and spoke Cantonese, which I was conversant with. The day her ad came out, I secured an appointment for the same night.
Arriving at her address, I was a little disappointed. It was one of those partitioned rooms upstairs of Geylang shophouses. When I told her I’ve arrived, she came downstairs to unlock the main door, and we climbed some stairs (to 3rd floor, I think), and filed past several partitioned rooms along a narrow passageway. As she led the way upstairs, I was a few steps behind, checking out her sexy legs and nice ass wrapped in a short skirt.
Love undressed me like a caring girlfriend, and put my clothes on hangers. When she stripped – OMFG – I saw a shapely Chinese Snow White with 32B headlights and a pink pussy hiding behind a tiny bush. The “stall shower” in her room was small, but it did not stop her from squeezing in and soaping me with her breasts.
I could be one of Love’s first customers. She was aware of this (SBF) forum’s reviews, and asked that I write her a good review if I liked her service.
Love did not disappoint. She had some massage experience, so the massage session went well. When the teasing part started, she demonstrated a desire to please. Breathing seductively into my ears, she started licking me from my ears down to my cock. Parting my cock hair, she sucked my balls then took my cock into her mouth like a champion, while looking at me in the eye like an eager school girl. For bros who did not meet Love before, she was probably 23 and had sexy, pouting lips. Her skin was silky smooth, which upped the “shiok” factor a few notches.
As Love sucked my hard cock with real gusto, I extended my hands to finger her… her pussy was damp. I told her to lay down so I could go on top and suck her pink nipples while she stroked my throbbing cock. I was busy alternating between licking and sucking , and inserting my finger deeper into her cunt, which made her really wet.
“You have to stop”, she interrupted in Cantonese, as I raided her body. “I can’t take it anymore”, she continued.
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“You have to stop”, she interrupted in Cantonese, as I raided her body. “I can’t take it anymore”, she continued.
“I can’t take it anymore, too”, I replied. “I’ll go take my condom.” She did not protest, and continued to lay on the bed.
I put on the condom and dipped my cock into her love hole. It was easy. She was so wet. She grabbed my butt and pushed it towards her, causing my cock to slide all the way in. I knew she liked it fast and furious, like how she did her BBBJ. I made sure I “rewarded” Love with rapid, non-stop thrusts, she was crying out in pleasure and I sank my lips into hers to muffle her escalating volume, pumping her even harder, deeper and faster till I came! As I lay beside her panting, she rested her head on my chest. “Don’t mention the make love part in the review”, she whispered.
The next morning, I wrote a genuine and accurate MR for Love before I went to work, minus the sex part. I informed Love about it and wished her good luck.
Late that night, Love sent me a message: “Thank you very much for writing. The customers who came said they saw the review.”
I met Love almost weekly in the following two months or so. And on every occasion, after a great massage, we made sweet love. It came very naturally, I guess we “clicked”.
Love credited me for her popularity. I told her it was because she provided great service. But I knew she was sincerely grateful. One time, she said to meet a few days later (I asked to meet the next day). I didn’t think much of it, but found out later she was on code red, thus the re-scheduling, so we could have a full-on session.
On another occasion, I was working late at the office. She texted and told me she had a surprise for me. I had just met (and fucked) her a couple of days ago. Close to midnight, I made my way to her place. Apparently, she took the evening off and had dinner/drinks with the girls (neighbours from the partitioned rooms). When I arrived, she fetched me in a long t-shirt. As the passageway was dark, I did not realize she had nothing underneath the t-shirt; I just remembered she smelt fresh of shower gel. As soon as we got into her room, she pushed me onto the bed and frenched me. Then she removed her t-shirt and presented her newly and beautifully shaved pussy.
“Tian wo” (lick me), she commanded. I ate her pussy until my chin was covered with her cunt juice. She gave me a sexy massage and a slurpy BBBJ, took the condom from my jeans (she had seen me do it often before), and rode me until I exploded inside her.
In her drunken stupor, she let known that after a month of non-stop work, she just wanted to let her hair down with the girls. She shaved her pussy before dinner and found the “airy feeling very sexy”, plus her breasts expanded due to her coming menstruation. And after a few drinks at dinner, she got horny and texted me. She wanted a good fuck to end the happy evening. As I prepared to leave her room, I offered to pay for her sexy massage. She declined and concluded “wo lei le, ni xian hui jia ba” (I am tired, you go home first).
Love was back for a second stint some months later. I met her in a room upstairs of a Jalan Besar shophouse. It was like she never left. A good massage later, she started seducing me and we fucked each other silly.
The last time I saw Love, she was at an old walk-up apartment in the East. (I had been to that same apartment before in the past, where I met Fate – my next story).
Love was not sure if she was going to be back in Singapore again. That night, there was no massage - it was a dedicated sex session, which was much, much more passionate and intense than before. It was like we were not going to meet again, ever, and we unleashed our innermost lust one last time.
We lost contact after she went back to China.
Next: You gotta have Fate
You gotta have Fate
It took me a month to secure an appointment with
Fate
due to scheduling conflicts. But it was worth the wait.
Fate was a head-turner - pretty babe, about 1.6m tall, had an athlete-lean and fair-skinned body - the kind you wouldn’t mind chatting up at the bar. Plus, she had a clean-shaven pussy. The only down side for me, she had man-made boobs – visually appealing at 32C, but a tad hard to the touch. I guess she was about 23 years-old.
The first couple of sessions were normal stuff – massage, seduction, HJ. As Fate would be completely naked for the whole session, it was inviting and easy to roam all over her silky smooth body. She was accommodating, partly because I used the “soft touch” approach with her i.e. can explore anywhere with my hands and tongue as long as it’s gentle.
Then one day, as she sat beside me massaging my leg, I was gently playing with her clitoris. It was not the first time I was doing it, but she seemed to have lost concentration that day, as she kept on pressing the same spot on my leg; at the same time, I began to feel my finger becoming more wet. And naturally my cock reacted, it got harder and twitched for a few moments – that did not escape Fate’s eye.
She looked at me and almost telepathically, we kissed each other as I brought her body to lay next to mine. This went on for a minute or two, and I could feel her pussy juice on my knee as she wrapped her legs around mine. I believe she felt my pre-cum sticking onto her body as well.
I broke the embrace and jumped off the bed to grab my always-on-standby-condom from my jeans. Fate’s response was part surprise and part concurrence. She gave me the “bad boy, you brought a condom” look but at the same time, took the condom and capped me before sinking her mouth onto my dick. I could feel the sexual tension exploding, and I stopped her BJ and mounted her. Nothing kinky, just plain old-fashioned missionary pumping at high speed until we both climaxed.
At the end of that session, I wasn’t sure how much I should pay her, as I had previous experience where the ML was upset* I paid more because I made love to her.
(*I was a semi-regular with a few ML’s, one of whom I had sexual intercourse. After it happened, I offered to pay more. She was upset as she claimed she was not selling sex, but had wanted to try it with me since she was in the mood).
So I asked Fate in a joking manner, what is today’s fees? “Qin, gen shang ci yi yang ya” (Dear, just like before). I had paid her $100 + $20 tips in my previous encounters.
(I was aware, during that period when Fate was around, there were many FL choices at $120. For ML’s, I pay the advertised fee - $100, or whatever - and a tip of between 10 to 20 percent, depending on how much I liked the session).
I met Fate five or six times more before she left Singapore, and we continued to make love at the normal fee. I took it that Fate was being generous to me, as she could have required a higher price, or that I was rewarded for being a loyal customer.
My trysts with Fate stretched over a few months before she RTC. I guess it was fated that I persevered and met her, despite scheduling difficulties in the beginning; and maybe fate played a part as we were genuinely comfortable with each other, which made it less commercial when sex was involved.
Next: “Silent Understanding”
“Silent Understanding”
Through the years, I have had both good and bad ML experiences. Fortunately, the good experiences outnumber the bad ones. There were also a few ML’s who I was able to have sex with, at no additional cost, namely Mona, Suzie, Baby 1, Baby 2, Love and Fate, as in my previous stories.
But “
Ally
” was in a different category altogether – while a couple of the previous ML’s that I bedded were popular, they were not “ang pai” so to speak – “Ally” was an undisputed “ang pai”.
(“Ally” is not her work name then. Using a pseudonym - high possibility she’s married and lives here)
On top of her good massage skills, Ally was a pretty, shapely and intelligent young lady of about 25 years-old. I was one of her early customers before she was unanimously viewed as an “ang pai”. It came to a stage where she was so in-demand, she was only attending to her regulars.
When I first met Ally, I was gob-smacked. A petite girl – no more than 1.6m tall – with beautiful eyes in an angelic face. She was blessed with a natural 33B chest that was perfect for her frame, and was comfortable speaking English. As I got to know her better over her few stints here, she differentiated herself in the sea of ML’s with her high intellect – let’s just say she was worldly and up to speed with current affairs.
As we became more familiar with each other, I often booked two-hour sessions to enjoy her company and the overall experience. Arriving at her place, there was no rush to shower or get on with the massage. Very hospitable, she would offer me a glass of red wine, and I would ask for permission to smoke in her cosy apartment. After shooting the breeze over a glass of red, I would just strip on the sofa and walk across the hall to the bathroom. It was like I lived there!
The massage was good – no doubt she’s trained – and the sensual part was equally good. Ally liked to plant kisses on my chest before moving south to my crotch with her kissable lips. She would tell me “close your eyes and relax” (coz I kept looking down at her), as she went about seducing me. It was really tantalising how she swallowed my bulging cock into her cute, tiny mouth.
Making love was not a given, nor a frequent affair with Ally. I can’t remember exactly when, I would estimate my fourth visit that I “tested the water”. We had progressed to 69 position and I was eating her pussy as she slurped noisily on my cock. Tilting my head aside to grasp for breadth, I told Ally I was going to take my condom. She did not reply, but moved aside to let me get off the bed to take the condom.
I capped myself and looked at her. She did not look at me; she stared at my hungry cock. “Lay down”, she said. Those were the only words she spoke for the next 20min or so, as she rode me, followed by me riding her, followed by doggie as I finally shot my load into her. We kissed and hugged in bed for a few minutes after that to normalise our intense heartbeats. Then it was back to the sofa for another glass of red wine and a post-sex puff, with the both of us wrapped in towels.
Subsequently, we had a silent understanding that we will make love if she initiated it. I don’t keep tabs, but on average, every 3 to 4 visits ended in hot, steamy, fuck sessions. The “signal” was a seductive eye motion from her, motioning me to “go get it” (condom) – nothing spoken - and I would dutifully (ok, gleefully) fetch the condom and hand it to her. She would do the rest – cap me, and nominate who’s on top, and things just flowed on from there. After sex, we chilled out with a glass of red. She never, ever inferred about additional payment for sex.
One day, Ally told me she was stopping work in a few weeks’ time as she was dating someone seriously. Apparently a bro had proposed to her. I met her a couple of times before she stopped work, and she never again gave me the “signal”. I was conflicted. Selfishly, I miss fucking her – she was a willing and passionate sex partner. But objectively, it was a positive development for Ally, she could exit the erotic massage scene and have someone look after her.
I hope Ally is well, wherever she is.
Next: Ivy, the sweetie pie
Thanks for your support, bros. Will continue writing and sharing as I re-collect all those (mostly) fond memories!
Ivy, the sweetie pie
With the deterioration of quality ML’s from LTD (and the site’s eventual demise), I began to look more at other ML-focused websites.
One of the photos in her ad in SLG (SgLonelyGuys) was her sitting on a mirrored surface, which showed her creamy white innocent panties. But what was jarring was her innocent look and a total lack of “skin” – no sexy reveals, just nicely dressed and covered up. I felt Ivy was worth a visit.
Arriving at her location (first time there), I was taken back at how tranquil it was despite its centrality. In an open URA carpark that could fill some 30 cars, I was only one of the three cars. As my appointment with
Ivy
was around lunch time, I offered to buy lunch.
When Ivy opened the door to her apartment, I saw a petite, innocent young lady who was at most 23 years-old. Wearing a baggy t-shirt which reached her thighs, she had very fair skin – although not a beauty in a conventional sense, she was rather cute!
I told Ivy to take her time with the packed lunch I bought, as I sat down to check my phone messages and emails. Ivy gobbled the food hurriedly – I don’t know if she was very hungry, or she was being nice not to take too long to eat, or both. Regardless, I asked her to slow down. I honestly don’t mind losing 10-15min of the session so someone can have a proper meal, especially since it was at my suggestion.
“Wo chi bao le” (I am full), she said. And with that, we moved from the living room into her bedroom, with an ensuite bathroom. Ivy helped me undress but did not join me in the shower. She just used the bathroom to brush her teeth.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, Ivy was sitting on the edge of the bed – topless. She had an amazing pair of breasts, estimated at 34C hanging proudly from a young, tender body. She smiled for the first time. My heart melted.
I climbed onto bed and Ivy started massaging my back. She was very hardworking , moving from point A to point B, trying to cover every inch of my back. But truth be said, her massage was sub-standard. But I enjoyed her soft, ample breasts brushing my back occasionally.
Turning around to face her, Ivy looked at me. “Xie xie ni, ni ren hen hao” (thank you, you are a nice person), she said. “It’s OK”, I smiled. Ivy leaned forward and kissed me on my cheek. As she was quite petit, it was easy for me to swoop her down to lay beside me. I cuddled her as she played with my hard cock. Then my hands went down to her panties. I rubbed her pussy through her panties. She started to kiss my neck. I slipped my finger underneath her panties and detected a slightly bushy, warm and moist opening. Ivy continued playing with my cock.
“Ke yi ma?” (Can I?), I asked. I was being ambiguous. It could mean: can I continue rubbing your pussy. Or it could mean something else – which in itself could not be defined.
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“Ke yi ma?” (Can I?), I asked. I was being ambiguous. It could mean: can I continue rubbing your pussy. Or it could mean something else – which in itself could not be defined.
“Ni you tao ma?” (do you have condom?), she asked. It was the “best case scenario” that I hedged my ambiguous question on. “Wo qu na” (I’ll get it), and I coolly reached out to my jeans nearby and took out a condom.
I tore open the condom pack. “Wo bang ni” (I help you). She slipped the condom snugly onto my erected penis and asked me to go on top after she removed her panties. She had a cute little bush. Ivy shut her eyes as I inserted my cock into her moist pussy. I gently slid my cock in-and-out of her pussy until it was sufficiently lubricated with her love juice, and I started to grab her wonderful breasts. She was making small lusty noises as I increased my thrusting tempo. She was really tight.
As I dressed up to leave after showering, Ivy said she will pay me back for lunch. I declined. “Na ni gei wo an mo de qian jiu hao” (just pay me the massage cost then), she continued. I looked her straight in the eye. She smiled. My heart melted again.
I got lucky with Ivy. The packed lunch cost less than $10. As I drove off, I began to understand why Ivy appreciated my simple packed lunch. Unless she was willing to walk more than 1km along an unsheltered pavement by the road side, there was no coffee shop or supermarket nearby. There were also small groups of South Asian blue collar workers going about their work a few hundred meters from her small condo estate.
I met Ivy again the following week. Obviously it was not for the massage which she fared miserably. After the customary 10min of finger pressing (and brushing her breasts) on my back, I turned around. “You dai tao ma?” (you brought condom?), she asked.
We made love again. This time, Ivy seemed to enjoy it even more, based on her louder moans and scratches which she gifted me on my back. I paid her the massage fee and $20 tips (as I did the last time). “Zu gou le” (it’s enough), she said.
The following week, before I could make an appointment with Ivy again, she texted me. She said she was going home that night. She was homesick. And she missed her pet cat alot.
It must be nearly a year later, I received an SMS from a local number I did not recognize. “I am Ivy. Come and visit me if you are free”, the message said in Chinese. That night, I visited Ivy in an apartment in Geylang.
When I stepped into Ivy’s bedroom, her eyes were watery. She hugged me for a full minute. The feeling was like, we did not say goodbye properly the last time. And we were so happy to meet each other again.
After taking my shower, Ivy started her massage. By the time I turned around, facing her, memories of our previous love making sessions came flashing back. I pinned her down gently. “Wo xiang yao” (I want it), I said. “Ni, ke yi” (for you, yes), she said softly. That night, we made love like lovers who had been apart for months (which indeed was the case).
I met Ivy two more times during that stint. Needless to say, the massage was a precursor to making love with this cutie pie. It did not matter to me if Ivy was simply a FL advertising as an ML, or that I continued to be lucky visiting (and paying) her as an ML, for full sexual services. What I treasured was Ivy’s cuteness and her willingness to make love to me upon my request.
I don’t know if she came back to Singapore again. If she ever comes back, I will be sure to look for Ivy, the sweetie pie.
Next: The Student Who…
The Student Who…
The make-shift coffee table was quite small, relative to the 3-seater sofa we sat on. But somehow, she managed to arrange a good spread of cheese and fruits on the tiny table. She opened a new bottle of red wine and the cork accidently rolled onto the floor.
I got up to pick up the cork. Bending down, something caught my eye - my eye level was the same as the sofa seat. She was not wearing any panties underneath her short satin pyjama dress. I ignored the cork and moved towards her swiftly, slightly startling her. I spread her legs as much as the dress would allow and she instinctively understood what I wanted.
Pulling up her dress to her hips, she spread her legs wide as I plunged my tongue into the delicious looking pussy. She was ruffling my (head) hair as I licked her like a melting ice-cream.
“Ni hao huai” (you are bad), she pretended to protest. There was no turning back…
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“Ni hao huai” (you are bad), she pretended to protest. There was no turning back…
Vivi
(pseudonym) became my most regular “go to” ML for just over a one-year period, despite the availability of several hot ML’s whom I also visited but with less frequency, during that time.
I am calling her Vivi to hide her identity for various reasons. During her initial days in Singapore, she was hounded by a stalker, so she had to stop work for a while and returned later with a new name and phone number. She was also notorious with certain customers, which I later found out, was her way of eliminating undesired bros. On a personal level, my almost weekly rendezvous with Vivi at her place – featuring fine wine, expensive cheese and fruits galore – were courtesy of other bros’ generosity.
Vivi was on a student pass, and ML work on weekdays usually started from 4pm, after school. During my first visit, I noticed school notes on her dining table. So during massage, I asked casually if she was keeping up with lessons. She suggested she could be a better student if she understood what was going on in class. Turned out her lessons were in English and she hardly understood the language. She gave me a couple of examples, and I burst out laughing while lying face down. I laughed so hard, I had to turn around and look at her, and she made a funny, hopeless face. From that moment, I knew Vivi was a fun and free-spirited girl.
Before I continue, let me paint a picture of Vivi. Around 24 years-old and 1.62m tall, she can pass off as a budding South Korean actress – beautiful facial features (almond shaped eyes and sharp nose); fair, supple skin; nice 34B breasts, 25-inch waist, perky butt and despite not being tall, had proportionately long and slim legs. Her wavy hair was dyed chocolate and caramel tone and reached her shoulder blades. In short, she was a head-turner!
My first session with Vivi set the tone for our future meetings. We joked and occasionally traded “insults” (in a nice way). When it was time for sensual, we had been chatting like old friends, so I just pulled her towards me and challenged her: “how fast can you make me come with BBBJ?” And on my part, I promised to alert her in a timely manner, as she does not do CIM. She did well (or I was not good). In less than 5min, I told her I was going to ejaculate and she detached her mouth from my cock, moved her face away – and – she directed my cock to 12 o’clock position so I ejaculated all over my stomach and chest.
In my third meeting with Vivi, I’ve had a few drinks at dinner before turning up at her place that night. She could smell I drank liquor. Sitting me down at the sofa, she undressed me systematically – socks, belt, trousers, then shirt. I sat on her sofa with only my underwear. She had gone to the bathroom, let the hot water run and shut the door. I finished my cigarette and she marched me into the steam-filled bathroom. That night, I washed my hair at her place. When I emerged from the bathroom, I felt refreshed and relaxed. I also smelled much better! Vivi was already sitting by the bed, wrapped in a towel. She had been massaging me in the nude since our first appointment. Lots of touching and teasing but always respecting the limits.
It’s not an excuse – and I don’t think it’s unique to me – after a few happy drinks, I get horny easily. That night, I told Vivi I needed to turn around to face up, barely a few minutes after being face down. Because I had such a raging hard-on it became too uncomfortable to press my cock against the mattress anymore. She muttered something like “se gui” (sex fiend) and proceeded to massage the front of my hands and legs. Meanwhile, my cock was rock hard – and having a life of its own – it was “waving”! Vivi looked at me.
“Do you have friends as beautiful as you, who I can make love to?”, I asked her.
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“Do you have friends as beautiful as you, who I can make love to?”, I asked her, in Chinese.
Vivi did not respond.
“Shen cai yao xiang ni zhe yang de” (body like yours), I continued.
Vivi shifted her eyes and looked away.
“Wo ye mei shuo bu gen ni zuo” (I didn’t say I won’t do it with you), she finally spoke.
I made the short dash from the bedroom to the living room and took my always-on-standby condom from my bag. Jumping back into bed, I started kissing her. She shut her eyes and reciprocated.
I moved down to her soft breasts and started drawing circles with my tongue around her erected nipples while my fingers caressed her pussy area. She was already wet. I capped myself hurriedly and inserted my thick long cock, bit by bit, into her vagina. With every new depth, she let a light moan. Very quickly, my entire cock had dived into her love hole. I pulled-out and pushed-back-in constantly, which made her ooze with cunt juice.
“Wo bu yao, wo bu yao” (I don’t want, I don’t want), Vivi grunted. I didn’t think, for a moment, she changed her mind (to make love). I quit being the gentle lover and started pounding her, lifting her slim legs over my shoulder. The harder I thrusted, the more her breasts jiggled, taking me to the next level of ecstasy.
“Zai kuai dian, zai kuai dian”, she begged. As I guessed earlier, Vivi didn’t change her mind about making love. She just wanted to be fucked real good. And I delivered. I unleashed the whole night’s horniness into her.
There was no other customer after me that night. (She did not work late, as she had to attend classes next morning). After cuddling for a short while, we went to the living room for a smoke. She offered me a glass of red wine.
“Xia ci guo lai wo men ke yi xian he liang bei” (next time, we can have a couple of drinks first), Vivi said. I was not sure if it was mid-sentence. I was half expecting “thereafter we can have a good fuck”. But Vivi did not say anything else. I drank up, showered and changed, as it was getting late.
“Jin tian de fu wu fei shi…” (today’s service fee is…), I asked. “Gen ping chang yi yang ya” (as usual) , she replied. Which was my standard $110 + $20 tips.
Starting from the next session, I would have a “new” arrangement with Vivi.
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