Casanova | Confessions

Her scent.

2012-01-28T00:38:00.001+08:00

Her sexy tight ass against my crotch, my dick hard with desire for her. She feels it, then reaches back to touch me, my mouth sending kisses on her neck, taking in the scent of her hair, her body.

I love the feel of her skin on my fingers, and as she turned around and we kissed, I reached down to squeeze her ass, feeling the wetness of her panties, my fingers moving to rub her...

This wasn't one of those moments when we could have made love, much as I wanted to. I guess it'll do for now, but perhaps it's her way of tantalising and teasing, making me want her more?

And now, hours later, I'm still hard for her.

"I love sluts"

2012-01-24T19:17:00.000+08:00

'nuff said. LOL.

MMA Girl Candy.

2012-01-17T23:08:00.002+08:00

Man, I soooooo totally wanna hire these girls for my gym, especially Amanda. MMA girls are hot!

Hula Hoop Contest

2012-01-16T20:44:00.002+08:00

Why can't we have creative contests like this in Singapore? LOL

Pleasant surprise.

2012-01-08T22:56:00.000+08:00

Just when I thought she's gone from my life-- surprise, surprise, she Whatsapp'd me, and I realised she's not that far away after all.

And I'm really, really glad to hear from you again, baby. :)

Once the champagne fizzles out...

2012-01-03T23:23:00.000+08:00

Parties are over for now, and it's awfully painful having to go back to work-- but like all city drones, we all eventually have to get the hell out of the couch, put on some clothes, and drag/pull/crawl our way back to the office, hangovers or not.

In another life, I would be lazing on a hammock strung between two trees on an idyllic deserted island, watching those clear blue waves crash onto the shore in my half-dazed, half-awake manner, my hands moving to stroke the healthy tanned skin of some tight-assed babe, kissing her on her neck and enjoying the scent of her as we while the minutes and hours away. In a moment we would stroll back naked to the beach-house perched on a small cliff overlooking the ocean, and we would shower and make love as cool beads of water beat down our backs as we indulge in some open-air bathroom sex.

Come to think of it, why settle for one tanned voluptuous babe when I could ask for a bevy of naked tight asses and round boobs at my disposal? (Hey, my fantasy, my rules)

"Come to Papa, girls..."

Ideals are good, but back on Earth, 'tis the week after Christmas and I find myself needing Asprins and a lot of expressos to kick-start my system.

I should just go find that island of mine anyway.

New Year's Day treat.

2012-01-01T22:00:00.001+08:00

This is what I had for New Year's Eve...

...a tasty treat from a yummylicious MILF; there's nothing more I love than the taste of a juicy pussy. And a what a way to start the New Year.

Happy 2012, all.

Lolita Complex

2011-12-29T23:19:00.000+08:00

A friend of mine -- someone I've gone to school with for a long time -- recently hooked up with a nubile 19-year-old model for some fun on the side (he's married with kids), and it seems Little Missy has messed with his mind quite a bit, because he's now contemplating divorcing his wife of 8 years for the sweet young thing.

So over a couple of drinks (I finally decided to be sociable again), we were chatting with some other friends, and while we all joked about his mojo and congratulating him on his latest conquest, the agenda of the night was telling the guy what a bad idea it is to dump his wife and kids for a young hussy who probably would get bored of him after a while once the novelty of having an older guy with means wears off.

Personally, I think it's one thing to land yourself a hot young chick once in a while, if only to convince yourself you've still got the sex appeal to do so; it's quite another when the relationship goes beyond a casual fling and develops into Wife Number Two.

And personally too, I think the age gap is too big a problem for my liking: I seriously wouldn't know what to talk to her about, and I don't think the latest teeny-booper sensations or new-fangled fads and trends that intrigue adolescents and very young adults would interest me at all. Of course, I could look beyond all that and focus on the feel, taste and the sensation of fucking her all for fun, but certainly I don't think I would be able to hold a satisfactorily decent conversation with someone who is more than 10 years my junior.

I don't even want to start speculating on why Little Missy would even be interested in the Friend, and I suppose it's unfair to judge, because then, the stereotypes would creep in-- yet, how could we discount the probability that she may only be interested in him because he's her walking Visa/Mastercard? As it is, the Friend has indulged quite a bit in her fancies, the latest being a Chanel bag for Christmas that he could easily afford, but looks pretty weird on a 19-year-old, nonetheless.

But fine, in the spirit of things, and this being Christmas and all, we shan't dwell on the spending.

The bigger question is: how long before the Friend gets equally tired of the novelty of a new toy, and if that be true, it would be fucking stupid to give up a family for a bit of tail that really gets you nowhere.

And in the end, the group therapy got nowhere because the booze did nothing to clear our heads, the Friend had to leave to pick up Little Missy from one of her assignments, and another friend hooked up with some dishy Caucasian babe at the pub, leaving just me and another guy to crash the rest of the evening with. And since we didn't wanna look like a gay pair, we parted ways... in other words, nothing much achieved, really.

"Who's your daddy..."

All I want for Christmas...

2011-12-28T22:55:00.000+08:00

...was a little peace and quiet.

Seriously, I tried. I tried saying no to wild X'mas parties (note the 'X'), I was keeping up with it, and so far, I'm doing okay.

I said "so far", because there are 12 days to Christmas, and then there's the dreaded New Year's Eve parties that I get asked to every so often.

And why the grumpy anti-socialness you ask? Good question-- because I'm really feeling tired this year. I've never really had quiet Christmases before, so this year was a refreshing change. I felt I needed to recharge and stay away from maddening crowds and mindless boozing this year.

Okay, I'm tired, caught a little flu, and I'm resting for 2012-- 2011's been busy-mad all year round and mostly around work, and I'm hoping 2012 would be a whole lot different where I get more leisure time than work. So there.

2011-12-06T23:23:00.000+08:00

I don't conquer -- I submit
- Giacomo Casanova

And as they say, absence does make the heart fonder; but the fact is, it's not the heart that feels the greatest intensity of yearning.

I hate it when work gets in the way of me getting what other little indulgences I want, but then again, I've learnt to be patient, and it always pays off in the end.

So submit, I shall...soon enough.

For the new gym...

2011-12-06T16:37:00.001+08:00

More or less what I figured too. :D

Because you love it that way.

2011-12-04T01:57:00.000+08:00

The game-plan:

(1) Lay you on the bed and tie your hands above you to the bedposts; once immobilized, I tear your clothes off, save for your panties.

(2) Lick you the lobe of your ear and move to the side of your neck, my hands cupping and moulding at your round firm breasts and tugging at your perky nipples as you feel my warm breath on the nape of your neck.

(3) You turn and kiss me on my lips as I take my boxers off, stroking myself for you to watch; I hold my cock just inches from your face, the tip teasing your lips every now and then.

(4) I let you suck on my cock for a bit as I stand over you, my hands moving back to grab at your breasts, moulding you hard.

(5) I pull your wet thong off slowly with my hands and teeth, taking in the scent of you and feeling the wetness against the skin of my face.

(6) My tongue starts to draw circles around your clit as my fingers start to probe and tease you; you moan and cry out loud for more.

(7) More tongue action on your wet pussy and some light sucking on your clit as my fingers move in and out of you; you play with my balls and stroke my cock simultaneously.

(8) I finally push my hard cock into you, cupping your breasts and sucking on your nipples as we fuck; I feel your pussy juices gushing and flowing along my thighs as I push myself deep and hard into you...

...and all these, simply because you love it that way.

Wanna eat your honeypot out all night...

What made you smile today?

2011-11-27T22:45:00.001+08:00

Someone like YOU. ;)

Ask me anything

Life without sex?

2011-11-27T22:24:00.001+08:00

"Life without sex might be safer but it would be unbearably dull. It is the sex instinct which makes women seem beautiful, which they are once in a blue moon, and men seem wise and brave, which they never are at all. Throttle it, denaturalize it, take it away, and human existence would be reduced to the prosaic, laborious, boresome, imbecile level of life in an anthill."
~Henry Louis Mencken (1880 - 1956)

And so every once in a while, I feel the need to make my presence felt. It can't be helped, given what a narcissist I am.

But I digress: there would be one or two jokers out there who would, upon reading the title of this post, assume I've lost my mojo. Far from it, only at present there's a more interesting project at hand to keep me entertained and occupied instead of blogging about my bedroom conquests.

And speaking of "bedroom conquests" - someone I know asked if I would ever get tired of "mucking around pussies"(to use her own words), and settle down with a nice lady for good.

The long and short of it: I should hardly think so, ma'am. ;)

Quickies.

2011-11-15T22:54:00.000+08:00

1. At this moment, I am thinking of her sexy ass, especially given she's recently taken up pole-dancing, and then there's an inside joke about having her strut about the new gym I wanna open in a pair of tiny white lycra shorts and a spaghetti-strap top with pink-colored boxing gloves. Definitely makes for a great pin-up, at the very least; or perhaps she could be the main draw for guys signing up for classes.

2. Alternatively, there's the option of her in a g-string and heels, wearing a leather corset for some pseudo-dominatrix play. Very, very tempting indeed.

3. Then there's a run-in with someone who thinks my online chauvinistic persona translates into someone who doesn't "treat women with respect". I shan't bother with trying to contest that, because everyone is entitled to their own opinions, just that I think the following quote is pretty apt:

"Who are you to judge the life I live? I know I’m not perfect, and I don’t live to be. But before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean." - Bob Marley

So yes, it doesn't matter if you love me or hate me: my life, my rules. Yes, I have a large ego, and if you have a problem with that, it's just too bad; as for my lack of respect for women, well, let them decide for themselves.

And seeing that we haven't even met in real life, don't bother.

4. A lady friend (again, one of those I never fucked, just friends) found it amusing I actually prefer having my balls stroked and fondled than if she'd decided to ram my cock deep into her mouth. The subject came about in the midst of some mindless chatter over coffee about sex, and she'd been complaining about how, despite her determined attempts at trying to give her lover a mind-boggling blowjob so he'd cum in her mouth (he has problems with that???)

Anyway, I then suggested maybe she was trying too hard to swallow everything in, and perhaps she should try a "softer" touch, hence the part about my preference of having my balls stroked and fondled as she blows me.

Still, perhaps it could be due to her trying too hard to please her lover who's younger by 10 years (She's recently divorced and into having lovers more than relationships now). So much for me trying to be a love guru.

5. I'm STILL thinking of her ass.

Wherefore art thou?

I have a new love...

2011-11-15T21:36:00.000+08:00

...and she's none other than leggy babe Grace Park of Hawaii Five-O.

I love her exotic Asian look, and damn, she's got a hot bod I'd love to explore any where, any time.

A babe like her certainly gives me a good reason to work out, if only to compete with the other 2 goons on the show. :P

Tie you up and down...

2011-11-14T22:41:00.000+08:00

I HAVE this sudden compulsion and urge to just wanna tie you up, blindfold and gag you with you in nothing but a thong and a pair of heels.

I want to hear your muffled moans and sighs as I spread your legs and rub you hard, sliding my fingers into your wet slit, teasing your clit with my fingers. I want to watch you resist, however limited it may be, as I lick and suck at your pussy, turning you on as you try to fight me with your hands bound above you.

I want to feel you twist and squirm as I tug at your nipples, sucking on them every now and then as I do...

I want you to love me and hate me, want me and fear me, plead for me to stop yet wanting more, resist my touch yet beg me to fuck you-- all at the same time.

I want YOU.

New venture, coming up.

2011-11-05T19:38:00.000+08:00

A friend and I are looking at starting up a new MMA gym by February or March 2012, and you could say it's a little mix of business and pleasure. ;)

Still, if you look anything as good as this babe, I'll coach you. For free.

Online dating and such.

2011-10-26T23:58:00.000+08:00

A female friend of mine, recently divorced -- and as a disclaimer, with whom I've never had a sexual relationship with -- decided she wants to find a new relationship online via Badoo. She feels that, given her age (41) and the "limited free time" she has from her job as financial controller of a multinational, it would be easier for her to meet Prince Charming Ver 2.0 online.

Fine in theory, only cynical me pointed out to her a couple of things:

About 52.4% of users of online dating sites globally are males, while 47.6% are females, with a median age of 42;
Only 40% of people who list themselves "single" are really single;
Men tend to lie about their age (younger by an average of 10 to 13 years), height (taller by average of 2-3 inches) and income (higher by 40%);
Women tend to lie about their weight (lighter by an average of 10 to 15kgs), physical build and age (12 to 20 years younger);
One in five women over the age of 35 posted fake pictures of themselves or remained anonymous;
The average courtship for a couple who met online lasts 18.5 months, versus 42 months for couples who met otherwise;
Surveys have revealed that more than half of male users were really looking for casual encounters (read: one night stands), flings and extra-marital affairs compared to the same numer of female users seeking serious relationships;
1 in three women globally have had sex with men they met online on the first encounter, and about 45% of such encounters were unprotected casual sex;
OKCupid's research revealed a woman's desirability peaks at 21 years of age, women aged 25 to 26 years of age had more pursuers than women in other age categories, and men aged 37 years and older had twice as many online pursuers as women of the same age;
1 out of 10 sexual offenders use online dating sites to meet people;
And not surprisingly, men lie more than women on online dating websites.

So from the looks of it, promiscuous males are more likely to be more successful at getting what they want than women from online dating sites, and what's more, the Internet has helped sexual predators find their victims more easily.

To sum it in a nutshell, if you were a woman aged 35 years and above, weighs more than 58kg, in the "slightly plump" body type category and looking for a serious relationship, you're better off participating in those lunch actually and speed dating sessions than looking for Mr Right online.

Of course, I'm just making sweeping statements, because there's a 37.4% chance she could land a guy who was looking for a serious relationship and really didn't mind how she looked-- but she had to content herself with a dude who is likely to be less educated than she was and earned a lower income.

SO ALL THAT SAID, lady friend obviously wasn't pleased. I told her she'd be better of repackaging herself as some hot cougar on the hunt at the pubs and just enjoy being single for a while. I mean, after one divorce, she'd be better off giving herself a break.

And for once, I meant the advice I gave.

Rubber Maid and Camel-Toes

2011-10-22T00:55:00.000+08:00

So we were talking about what she could wear for Halloween's, and I suggested she could try something in latex. Of course, it helps to know that under that outfit, she'd be wearing nothing else, so I could have my visual treat, particularly if the sheer rubber clings so close we'd end up with a nice juicy camel-toe, like so:

And baby, you know once like that, I'd so gladly indulge in some serious pussy-licking action to keep you purring all day.

OR, as an alternative, she try wearing a cute pair of gym shorts with no panties, in which case I'd love to squeeze her sexy tight ass and have a good sniff at her before pulling her shorts off with my teeth, and then we can both have a workout of a different kind.

...and since Halloween is about dressing up for the part, I'll play soldier/policeman and turn up complete with tactical boots and all. With a nice beret to match. :D

Chicks with Tats.

2011-10-19T08:17:00.000+08:00

I can't really decide if I find her attractive:

I mean, sure, she does look like she has a nice face and all, but I'm undecided about the full-body yakuza style tattoos.

The usual tattoos in strategic spots are sexy, but I think anything more is... excessive. Call me conservative, but I now think I'll pass on the girl in the pic.

Although I do think she has a very nice face I could kiss all day.

Reminiscence: After-Work Liaison

2011-10-18T16:30:00.000+08:00

So this happened some time back last year before I quit the last job. Worth reminiscing, especially given the lady in question was a real hottie.

She was a very attractive and sensual number who worked as a manager in the previous company, and we'd organised a little send-off party as she'd resigned. The whole office was gathered at a nice restaurant at Club Street, and after dinner, we'd gone over to Boat Quay for some drinks at Harry's.

It happened that both she and I needed a little break away from the noise, and we both stepped out for a smoke. We had a little conversation going, and it started off pretty normal, until somehow, the conversation drifted, and I'd confessed to her that I was quite a bad boy despite my demeanour at work. As it so turned out, I'd also gone a little step ahead by "confessing" an attraction to her: yes I was, but nothing more than a little fantasy of getting to know her a little more than my usual flirty way.

I soon found myself saying cheesy things like, "Oh gosh, now you're gone, I've nothing else to feast my eyes on", and then we went on to joke about all the other women at the office, and then it happened: she stepped a little closer to me, I held her by the arms, and before we knew it, we locked lips-- right in full view of everyone else who bothered looking.

Moments later, we sneaked off to nearby office tower, got into the elevator for the basement carpark, and found ourselves in a quiet restroom for the disabled, and amid the frantic kisses and touching and all, she slipped out of her dress, her bra was out, and I found myself planting my kisses on her breasts and sucking on her nipples while my fingers moulded her crotch with her panties on. Feeling her wetness, I'd pulled her panties halfway down, and then it was her turn to undo the fly of my trousers, pull my boxers off, and then proceeded to blow me.

In that little restroom, we had sex. I had her resting one hand on the cubicle door while I fucked her from behind, my hands squeezing her breasts and kissing her on her neck; another moment later, we'd switched, and she rode me as I sat on the commode, she rocking hard and me sucking on her tits as we fucked.

I finally had one last little trick where we fucked standing up, her with one leg resting on the commode (still with her heels on) and me fondling her breasts and rubbing her clit hard as I pumped in and out of her right till I climaxed and came on the floor.

And after we'd cleaned up (wet tissues courtesy of the thoughtful lady), we walked hand in hand for a while back to Harry's where we joined the rest of the gang; and I think everyone was none the wiser. Either that, or no one really bothered about who'd left and gone away with everyone so engrossed in talking about sales closures and other insignificant banter.

Throughout the night though, with her sitting so close to me, breathing in her scent, and in the knowledge of the naughty little adventure we'd had, I had a hard-on that would have been noticeable to anyone who'd looked close enough. And every so now and then, she'd lean back, her hand reaching back and squeezing my hard cock, as if to tease and inviting our company to take notice of what she was doing. In turn, I had my hands squeezing her ass, and at some point in time, even moving to the front of her crotch, and she'd let out little sighs. We could have sneaked a couple of kisses a here and there too, and still no one really noticed-- or bothered to say anything.

That night, we went back to our separate homes and partners, but that didn't stop us from texting naughty messages. The flings went on for a couple of weeks after she'd left the company where we'd meet after work for dinner-- and sex at hotels-- and things cooled off and finally ended when I got reassigned to another project and got too busy for her. Okay, so there was another female who'd gotten my fancy at the time, but that's another blog post altogether.

Ahh, memories. *grins*

Friends with benefits II

2011-10-10T16:58:00.001+08:00

Wanted: Friends with benefits, no strings attached.

Seriously? Yeah, seriously. :D

Uniform fetish.

2011-10-09T15:03:00.000+08:00

I suppose there is something about having gorgeous women in uniform coming up to you and "Sir"-ing you here and there, only in real life, there aren't so many uniformed sexy babes to go around.

Although theoretically, I could have her wear the top bit of my own uniform sans bra, with a peak cap, heels and a tiny thong to match.

And of course, she'd have to "yes Sir" me to everything I'd ask of her, no matter how naughty, raunchy or dirty.

It may just work. :)

Service.

2011-10-09T14:14:00.001+08:00

Now that the new house is settled, I realised I've got spare change to invest, and I'm looking at insurance and investments... only me being me, I'm also looking at some gorgeous SYT as my wealth manager. Any applicants? *grins*

Urge.

2011-10-08T17:09:00.000+08:00

I unzip your shorts and I find myself looking at a pair of deliciously wet panties, your pussy lips teasing from behind the fabric now made translucent. I move up between your legs and bury my face down on your crotch, taking in deep breaths, the wetness of your pussy juices against my face.

I kiss away at your pussy lips, my fingers gingerly parting them as my tongue moves in to taste you. You stir in your sleep as you feel my mouth, tongue and fingers teasing, and you move your crotch higher towards my face, urging me to do more.

I lick and suck away, loving the taste and scent of your pussy. Nothing else matters for the moment-- all that matters is the feel, taste, scent...everything tactile about sexy you.

And right about now, I have an animal urge to want to do all things nasty, naughty, dirty. With you.

Nude pics, tastefully done.

2011-10-05T23:16:00.002+08:00

I must say I'm becoming quite a fan of this blogsite -- I certainly appreciate a woman who's in touch with her sensuality and indeed, her own sexuality, without coming across as one of those cam-whoring types who simply snap snazzy nude photos of themselves and start putting them up on the Net; maybe it's because I'm into photography myself that makes me take a second look at pictures to discern between well-thought up compositions and random shots that really are not well taken at all.

You could argue that, when it comes to a naked woman, porn is porn, but there is a difference between tasteful erotica designed to tease one's imagination, and mindless porn that's nothing better than a aid for those bathroom wanking sessions.

So yeah, well done, Erotica Lee, and hope to see more such sites by equally sensual, alluring confident women.

Friends with benefits.

2011-10-05T08:19:00.000+08:00

My eyes never left you as you walked into the room clad in one of my white workshirts, no bra and a black lace thong. You made your way to the couch and got on top of me, the unbuttoned shirt giving way to reveal the swell of your breasts, your dark nipples already hardened to the touch. You bent down to kiss me as I grabbed your porn-star ass, tracing the tiny strip of your thong downwards, only to feel the wetness of your pussy. The scent of your perfume teases my senses, enhancing my desire for you.

I cup your breasts and start to kiss and suck at your nipples. You sigh as you grip my shoulders harder, as if signaling me to take all of you. I draw small circles with my tongue around your nipples and you moan.

You pull your thong off, then started to rub your wet pussy against my thigh, your hands reaching into my boxers, pulling my hard cock out as you start to slide your hands up and down my shaft. I slide one hand down and onto your pussy, pushing my fingers in as I start to rub and tease.

You move yourself onto my dick as my fingers parted your pussy lips, admiring just how pretty your little pussy is. With a sigh you push yourself down, as I push my hips into you, my hands around your waist. We rock in unison, and once more I kiss and suck away at your nipples as we fuck...

Be my personal stripper/porn star.

2011-10-04T22:19:00.000+08:00

So I read this article on The New Paper on Monday about a Singaporean gal aspiring to be a porn star [link here], and I have to say I totally dig what ~~this~~ my girl Audrey's doing.

I figured since I'm from the home country, I'm entitled to call her "my girl" the same way gangsters in the hood like to call 'em "my hommies" or "my 'hos" when they talk about the people they have an interest in. And seeing how Audrey's piqued my interest, yeah, let's just call her "my girl" for now.

But it isn't so much about her shedding off clothes or her D-cuppers that got me intriqued; instead, it's about how Audrey represents and personifies a whole new breed of Singaporean women who are bold enough to push beyond psychological barriers and stereotypes even to get what they want. Sure, Singaporean women have been independent and admired by their counterparts many parts of the world over for their strong wills and such, but I think there's now a whole new breed of chicks in this country of mine, and indeed in many of the more cosmopolitan cities, where you get the feeling-- and some of the guys may hate to hear/read this-- that the women seem to have more balls than the men these days.

I guess too, that said, it doesn't matter if the guy has a 10-inch dick if he doesn't have the cajones to pull off a decent pick-up; and believe me, hommies, it takes a lot more these days to impress a woman.

So forget the whole metro-/ubersexual crap they try to sell through an Abercrombie & Fitch advertisement, and you'd be better off working up your machismo by watching reruns of The Godfather or Gone with the Wind-- Clark Gable knew how the hell to work it when he said, "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn"; and you know not many guys talk like that anymore. Hey, you think those sissy-boys you see on those sappy Korean TV soap dramas are gonna pull it off with Audrey? Fuck off.

Audrey, honey, you can be my personal stripper any time.

Right. I've said my piece, someone PLEASE send this to Audrey and tell her she can come work out on my bed any time she likes. Now would be good. :D

An ode.

2011-10-04T17:27:00.003+08:00

A little something for the (sexy) one who enjoys a good literary read. ;)

SANG Solomon to Sheba,
And kissed her dusky face,
'All day long from mid-day
We have talked in the one place,
All day long from shadowless noon
We have gone round and round
In the narrow theme of love
Like a old horse in a pound.-
To Solomon sang Sheba,
Plated on his knees,
'If you had broached a matter
That might the learned please,
You had before the sun had thrown
Our shadows on the ground
Discovered that my thoughts, not it,
Are but a narrow pound.'
Said Solomon to Sheba,
And kissed her Arab eyes,
'There's not a man or woman
Born under the skies
Dare match in learning with us two,
And all day long we have found
There's not a thing but love can make
The world a narrow pound.'

- Solomon to Sheba, William Butler Yeats

The unbearable lightness of being.

2011-09-16T21:01:00.000+08:00

And to think I have almost forgotten how good it feels to have you in my arms, and when I'm finally able to do so, I just don't feel like letting you go ever.

It could be the scent of you-- not just your intimate scents, but it starts from the tantalising moment when we meet, and I take in the smell of you; or it could be just how much I love to hold you, to pull you close, and then take in visually and tactilely the look and feel of you.

I love to hear your laughter, and I certainly miss the silly little moments when we'd share corny jokes and laugh heartily.

Of course, there's that little naughty twinkle in your eyes that never fails to amuse me, and when our lips touch, it's certainly magic.

Looking forward to meeting you again, sweetie.

I wanna WooHoo with you...

2011-09-06T17:32:00.000+08:00

So in case you didn't know it already, there is a new way to be sexually suggestive on Facebook in the form of The Sims Social: simply click on Woo-Hoo with someone you fancy, and well, make your Sims happy.

Of course, you had to be in a "Dating" relationship first, and it does make perfect sense, doesn't it?

Incidentally, anyone who wants to Woo-Hoo with me, just nudge. :D

Craving.

2011-08-26T23:40:00.000+08:00

You have no idea how much I'd wanted to go down on you the other day, even in the presence of all those other people around.

I imagine how good it must be to lift up your skirt and just bury my face between your thighs, so close to your wet panties, and slowly taking it all in: your intimate scents, your wetness, your taste, the feel of you against me.

And yes, after I'd satisfied my craving for you, I wouldn't mind making you sandwiches for a whole week. *winks*

I am Enhanced Eddie*

2011-08-20T22:17:00.000+08:00

*Except my name isn't Eddie, but if you'd ever watched Limitless, I'm pretty much like an Eddie Morra popping NZT in real life, only I don't use drugs ever.

Incidentally, if you haven't figured that theclearpill.com is actually a viral marketing gimmick for the movie, then I suppose you're in serious need of some NZT. Seriously though, even if NZT was possible-- and believe me, I'm convinced it's a matter of time before we really came up with a synthetic wonder pill like that-- I'm not sure if I wanna be popping pills just so to make me appear smarter or have more sex appeal.

But I digress: I suppose I have that kind of effect on people that makes them wonder why I seem to be so high energy all the time, so much so back in uni there were in fact some professors who thought I was using something to be the way I am.

"I was blind, but now I see"

I suppose too, you could pretty much blame my involvement in competitive swimming from a very young age that caused me to develop my huge ego, my desire to over-achieve, and the need to keep my adrenaline pumping from occasional kicks here and there; and I'm convinced all this constant pushing myself into overdrive will probably kill me sooner than my peers one day.

But if I have to die younger, then all the more I should go out there, do all the things I want to achieve in my lifetime, and have my fun with as many beautiful women that catch my fancy. I only live once, and it'd better be a good life.

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On a separate note, I'm glad a certain someone's back from her little trip. *winks*

Only thing is: I really wish she'd smuggled me along in her underwear luggage in the weeks she was away.

For love, for sanity.

2011-08-11T16:10:00.000+08:00

If there's anything I've learnt about women over the years, it's how they would almost do anything and everything for the man they fancy, much less love.

Case in point: long-suffering wife of an old school friend of mine who decided to become a social escort just so to help alleviate his debts owed to a number of banks because of bad speculative calls and a failed business. And this, despite his philandering ways back in the days when they were still "made", by his standards.

And it's pretty odd that she got found out through yet another friend of mine who was arranging for one heck of a party to entertain a group of East Asian business associates on their trip to Singapore recently, and lo and behold, he recognised her immediately.

Of course, the usual awkwardness was there, because how the hell do you put up with a bunch of guys groping the missus of someone you knew over the years, and how much more so that, because you were a paying client, she had to "entertain" you as well.

I didn't ask what if that friend of mine ended up fucking her as part of the transaction-- it would be pretty weird for me to, especially since the woman in question was a friend's spouse; you simply don't ask details like that.

But as expected, it was a case of hush-hush: she didn't want the husband to know what she was doing, and she confided in the other friend that she had told him she'd taken on a job with an events and PR company, meaning she would have to work nights-- a believable lie, and if you think about it, she's not too far off in her job description, except she'd probably omitted to add that being groped by lusty hands and sex-for-money was part of the deal.

I don't really feel sorry for her, or for the friend (the husband obviously), because I believe she probably doesn't want you to feel sorry for her. There is also something I read somewhere about the pride and dignity even amongst those who trade sex for cash. Furthermore, she'd probably made a conscious decision out of her own free will, and I'm sure she would have thought about the consequences regardless of whether or not she would be found out: some way or another, he was going to know, and in a place like Singapore, tongues wag a lot faster in certain circles than a change in the weather.

Incidentally, according to the friend who was the paying client, the agency featured a bevy of ladies from various nationalities, many of them spouses or partners of expatriates who ran into financial challenges in recent years.

What I do know is with this information at hand, it would be really weird the next time I get invited over for dinner at their place. Figuring out how to deal with it.

Not gonna change me ever.

2011-08-09T14:00:00.000+08:00

Couple of the boys and I were having drinks at our usual watering hole last night, and it didn't take long before we started checking out the ladies in the room; and certainly with that, there would be the occasional walk-up introduction.

Except that last night, I didn't see anything I fancied: most of the girls were...well, girls, and by that, I meant younglings in their twenties who were mostly very chatty, nice to look at, but nothing that could provide a good sport-- in my case, defined as someone who'd make it past a one-night stand. I'm into collecting lovers these days, not just a quick roll-in-the-hay, if you recall.

Anyway, the boys were up for the game, and the scoring was fabulous: it was like a turkey shoot, and before long, the happy lads were displaying name cards and phone numbers collected off the young girls they fancied, so much so they could actually pick out which ones they wanted to go home with that night. It's amazing, because the only other places I was convinced that sort of thing happened where 3 middle-aged men could have their pick of young girls to have fun with was some sleazy bar in Bangkok, a beach pub in Phuket/Bali, or some KTV lounge in Singapore.

Still, I suppose the girls themselves were looking for something more than casual fun. There was one particular one who kept smiling at me, and when she did come over for a chat with her girlfriends at the invitation of one of the boys, she sat right beside me, and as we talked, I could feel her legs brushing up against mine, and she leaned forward ever so often so I could have a peek at her generous cleavage and the peek of her black laced bra each time she wanted to make a point about some random issue.

But I wasn't interested: young girl fresh from uni, first job at a bank and she thinks it's the greatest thing on earth to be working for a financial institution, goes on to talk about how she wants to make her first million bucks before she turns 30, yadda-yadda. I'm sorry honey, you have a cute face with lips that would be great around my dick, and I'm sure you'd be fun in bed and all, but really, I pass, because she certainly wouldn't and couldn't be the classique lover I seek.

And towards the end of the evening, of the 4 friends who wanted to have a night of good company, only 2 were left, as the other 2 decided to head off with their youngling conquests. So between new glasses of martinis and tequilas, taken in between puffs of Cubans and cigarettes, my friend Lou and I spent the rest of the night talking about other things that probably mattered more than just young pussies to fuck.

Lou, however, was wondering how long we would be keeping up with our lifestyles. "We're not getting younger", he said, "And I do wonder if it's time we just settled down for good."

I challenged that, because knowing us, we were a bunch of leopards who could never, and would never, change our spots, regardless of relationship statuses. In fact, the ones amongst us who were married with kids would probably make better husbands and fathers if they had the occasional fling or affair, instead of if they were 100% dedicated family men.

My conclusion was that we simply weren't wired up that way, and warped and selfish it may seem, that's the way it works for us: we were guys who need dessert on the side in order to appreciate the main dishes, if you get my drift.

Of course, I don't expect everyone to agree to the logic of it. On the other hand, I don't need anyone's approval on how I choose to live my life, right?

So there you have it, for as long as I can see it, I'd probably continue to have my one or two lovers as I go along, and I'm not seeking an entire legion of virgins to make up a harem. It's probably better for me too.

A leopard can't-- and probably won't-- change its spots...

I HEART you guys.

2011-08-08T23:05:00.000+08:00

Well, well, well. I must say a big "thank you", and I'm heartened to know I have my fair share of supporters. *grins*

First of all, let me reiterate that the last post wasn't some random emo rant; rather, it was tongue-in-cheek, because I was just telling a friend of mine how easy it'd be for her to start chalking up the hits if she decided to join the league of sexy bloggers.

Keyword here is "if". She's been thinking about it for a while, and she's not really comfortable about sharing her bedroom exploits online, much less post up sexy pictures of herself in compromising poses. And I'm not really encouraging her, even though I did offer to have her as a guest blogger-- and even then, she's not really game.

So anyway, this post is gonna be short, but I'd just like to say thank you, and I love you all. *flying kiss#*

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# Note: My flying kisses are meant for the ladies only. But you know that already.

Sweet deal, this is not.

2011-08-08T08:40:00.000+08:00

You know what's really shitty about this whole blogging business? It's the fact that if I were one of them female "sex bloggers", all I need do to get people to keep reading my blog is to take my clothes off, and start plastering pictures of my boobies or pussy, or in fact, I don't even have to be totally nude, just tantalise 'em with some HNTs with the tastier bits strategically covered up (so I'm not really revealing anything, would I?), and lo and behold, the hits will definitely go up like clockwork. It doesn't even matter if I wrote in Standard Queen's English or some Polynesian language that only 10 other people in the world understood-- just put up the photos, bitch, that's all we wanna see.

But because I'm male, it wouldn't work if I did likewise, because women are simply not turned on by photos of dicks, regardless of their size. Not only that, to keep my female readers entertained, I have to keep to a reasonably good style of writing, because research has shown that females are more literary than their visually primal Neanderthal counterparts who are usually contented with just being able to wank off to photos of anonymous persons.

Chances are too, that female bloggers get invitations to coffee a lot more frequently than I do, because obviously every dick that has an ounce of blood in it would be "genuinely interested" in getting to know them better, and hey, who knows, yours could very well be that new dick that gets to cum all over her in her sexy raunchy photos.

Oh no, I'm not complaining here, really. I'm just wondering if it's even remotely possible that I get shown a little more appreciation from time to time, like the invites to coffee, or even a random raunchy photo/video from one of my female readers-- I don't know, use your imagination. *grins*

AND BTW, I certainly did wish I was hiding in a certain someone's lingerie luggage...

Amid the gloom...

2011-08-07T23:42:00.002+08:00

And it appears the Powers That May Be have once again cause the world economy to go into a viral spin downwards, and we're all poised to be fucked.

I have to admit: the way things are going, I'm a little bothered to be worrying about women and sex. I don't even want to start wondering about what the markets would look like come tomorrow, based on what I've seen last week. And yes, it's not helping with my mojo. I suppose too, that big men have bigger things to worry about, and once in a while, we could be forgiven if we overlooked the happenings in the bedroom given the severity of things.

Still, there is a silver lining in every cloud, and I'm just waiting for my particular muse to be back.

Unless there's someone else who thinks she can cheer me up and make things better. In which case, invitations are welcome, however temporal. ;)

"Bulls make money, bears make money. Pigs? They get slaughtered."
-Gordon Gekko, Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps.

Ain't she a sight for sore eyes...

Yearning...

2011-08-05T14:52:00.001+08:00

Gosh, I miss your sexy ass already-- that lovely ass I'd so love to press my face into as you wiggle your butt; I wanna smell and taste you, with your wet thongs on.

My tongue and fingers want to get frisky with you, and I so swear I'd make you go weak in your knees and make you beg me to enter you.

There is a raging beast in me that wants every last bit of you; and I thought I'd let you know I'm waiting.

What you ought to know...

2011-08-01T21:30:00.001+08:00

I dreamt of you again, in nothing more than a pair of sexy sheer black pantyhose and heels. You bent over before me, pushing your sexy ass (which you know I love looking at) high up in the air, and I couldn't resist burying my face, taking in the scent of your ass and your already wet pussy, loving every detail of it...

I open my mouth wider and start tickling your clit through the ultra-thin fabric, drenched with your pussy juices. You moan and sigh as I move my face from side to side, my tongue teasing and exploring your pussy and your tight little asshole as my fingers probe, squeeze and mold, careful not to tear the pantyhose.

I'm hungry for you, and I'm getting restless from the want and desire of you...and I know I miss you already.

Classical lover.

2011-07-31T19:01:00.000+08:00

I'm toying with the idea of finding a lover who appreciates love notes promising pre-arranged rendezvous and trading naughty secrets the old-school way: handwritten, with whiffs of her perfume or my cologne, the occasional lipstick kiss, pressed rose petals and all.

And no, I'm not going crazy-- it's just that in today's fast-paced electronic world, it seems no one's really into such things any more-- and I tend to think emails, no matter how well written in good taste, are no match for a carefully written out note by a thoughtful lover, penned in her own handwriting, ended off in prose or poetry chosen to describe the intensity of her moods, desires and her want of me.

Perhaps there is a part of me that's into nostalgic romanticism, but it's little things like that that add a sense of heightened anticipation and sparkle into modern-day affairs, even if the whole basis of the relationship is nothing more than a good romp in bed. I'm guessing too, that such things appeal to the inner geek in me, given how much of a visual and literary person I am, and when you think about it, there is something erotic about being able to relish the sex that had taken place while reading love notes many hours later.

Maybe I'm asking for too much, but I'd like to believer there is at least one female out there who likes the idea as much as I do.

Or am I mistaken?

If I was a woman, I'd be butch.

2011-07-28T17:14:00.000+08:00

So I was minding my own business at work, see, and happened to get into a conversation with a really butch colleague. You may recognise her type: short haired porky girl who insists on dressing up like a male, and even walks with an exaggerated swagger, as if she's got balls larger than her head.

In any case, I didn't really think I could hold a decent conversation with a woman who thinks she's more alpha than I am; but as it turns out, she made me realise her tastes in women are a lot like mine, and she's very much a pussy connoisseur like me with a fetish for wet thongs and panties-- but to cut the long story short, she made me realise that if I was a woman, I'd definitely be butch.

It was odd at first, but turned out to be fun in the end, to be trading notes about picking up women and such with another woman. No doubt, in her mind she's probably more male compared to some dandy boys I'd come across trying to be metrosexuals and all, and she'd probably shove a dildo into her panties just so to look and feel like she had a dick; she's still biologically a woman, albeit the non-attractive looking kind. Well, in my opinion any way.

And so we ended up chatting between smokes and coffee about women, and at the end of it all, I think she assessed me to be all right. Not that she's going to start introducing her sexy girlfriends to me, no, but we did have a good time talking.

...and oddly enough, that conversation with her made my thoughts wander to a certain someone I've been hoping to meet, just that work got in the way again, given the latest project I have on my desk. To be totally honest, I miss the scent of her (that certain someone, not the butch), and I keep wondering what she'd be doing and wearing at every moment.

And I will, soon enough.

A short note.

2011-07-25T16:42:00.001+08:00

I'm back from my trip, feeling worn out; but I just thought I'd let you know that you have been missed. Lots.

Hope to see you real soon, baby.

"I'll be surprisingly good for you"

2011-07-16T22:27:00.004+08:00

In this case, it's Madonna's rendition of the song from the 1996 movie version of Andrew Lloyd Webber's Evita.

Sexy, raw, and it's kinda like my style. ;)

Bored.

2011-07-15T23:18:00.000+08:00

Out, away for work, and I'm bored.

Bored, because I look forward to hearing from you; bored, because I'm hoping to see you; bored, because I can't help but wish you could be here with me, and us doing things that come naturally between us.

But well, I'll be home next week... and I'd so love to meet you.

"I love it when you say 'camshafts'..."

2011-07-10T23:40:00.001+08:00

Here's the thing, ladies: don't ever, ever, make your man feel you know more about cars than he does, because that would totally be a direct challenge to his manhood.

See, it's all because there are still a large majority of males who grew up believing, and continue to propagate the belief, that when Henry T. Ford made the car assessible to all, he didn't mean to make it that assessible so much so women would one day become more adept at taming the mechanical beast.

Of course, if you asked me, I wouldn't mind having another pair of skillful hands work on my engine, particularly if those hands belonged to a pixie-faced hottie.

Ok, so it wasn't the engine she was working on any more than looking under the hood and suggesting what other modifications would go along with the Alfa...and neither was she a real mechanic, but a mechanical engineer whose real job was fixing ship turbines. Still, she was a looker, and she's not exactly off-limits either...

Baby you can work on my camshaft any time...

...but there was one catch: I love my car, and I'm proud of being the kind of guy who knows about a set of wheels designed to be more than a go-cart that gets you from point A to point B. I'd like to think I understand and know everything an Alfisti should at the very least, given I drive an Alfa everyday.

My ego may have been somewhat bruised by the Female-Grease Monkey-in-Tight-Denim-Shorts-I'd-Like-to-Pull-Off, but hey, when all's said and done, if she were to whisper "I'd work on your camshafts" the same way Megan Fox said "camshafts" on Transformers, hell yeah, I could make do with a little hurt in the Mr Fix It department.

Then again, maybe I should wait till I get a mini-submarine.

I was a guest at a weekend gay wedding.

2011-07-10T14:21:00.001+08:00

Well, it's not exactly a wedding, per se, because you and I both know that there can be no such thing in squeaky-clean Singapore where everything has to be so damned politically correct, it'd make Chaucer look like a sex-crazed pervert if he were alive today.

Anyway, so I found myself being a guest at a gay union of sorts this weekend-- a little private party at someone's lavish mansion at 6th Avenue-- and just in case, I'd brought a lady partner along: not that I'm homophobic, but call it insurance given the number of swinging single gay males that were around.

Remember that gay wedding scene on Sex and the City 2 where Blatch and Anthony Marantino exchanged their vows? Well, the whole thing reminded me a little of that, except that it was a union that couldn't be formally solemnised, and neither were there any vows. But my friend Gordon and his partner Mitch certainly looked like another happily-wed couple, and both sported eternity rings that bore the other's name-- very much like their typical heterosexual counterparts.

The groom saying "I do" to...the groom?

I've known Gordon for a long time, and we've been to at least 2 schools together. He'd done his National Service as a Guards officer, was captain of the dragon boating team at university, and he had no lack of female admirers; only of course, he wasn't at all interested in women.

When he first came out of the closet after NS, almost all his male friends deserted him, even the old classmates we'd grown up with. I was one of three other straight male friends who stood by his side-- I mean, seriously, here's one heck of a great guy, and all of the sudden, you decide to bail out just because he has a thing for the home team, even though you've known him for more than a decade?

I never once ostracized Gordon nor the other gay friends he hung out with. Through Gordon, I learnt more about gay people and learnt to be comfortable around them; I realised the stereotype of gays and lesbians being promiscuous was totally wrong, for instance-- Gordon's only ever three boyfriends, including Mitch, and I'm probably a lot more promiscuous than Gordon and Mitch would ever be combined; I admired Gordon's artistic taste and fashion sense, and after we left school, and as I was building up a career in the financial sector, he had been my style guru. The gay friends he kept were brilliant, intelligent and extremely driven people from all professions, and I thought again this dispelled the notion of gay people being ditzy sex-starved beings who thrived only in the fashion, entertainment and arts scene.

And when I met Mitch, I was bowled over: Mitch was a high-flyer in Public Service, and how he'd ever kept his lifestyle under the radar was beyond me; in any case, he'd done well enough to become a directorate member at a certain Ministry, and my guess is so long as he doesn't end up bonking his male colleagues or subordinates, or at least maintained a respectable image, no one was going to probe into his private business.

My lady companion was amused at how the evening went, and she'd wondered if anyone would'd tried to hit on me if she left me for moment or two, even if it was just a toilet break-- she didn't have to wait long, because at one point when I went out to the front porch for a smoke and to make a quick phone call, I was indeed approached by a rather immaculately-groomed Caucasian guy who was probably in his late-twenties.

I do admit: now I know how the women I hit on probably felt. He had been charming and all, but no thank you, I'm only interested in women, and that's been verified a long time ago, and will continue to be like so; the lady was laughing heartily when I related to her later on in the car when we'd left the place, and to shut her up, I'd planted a huge kiss on her lips, and not before sliding my hand up the slit of her gown and moulding her with her panties on at the same time. She sighed, then pulled her panties off, urging me to finger her wet hole, and I did so happily.

Unfortunately, there wasn't to be another happy union, because I had to drive her to the airport so she could carry out her own matrimonial duties to meet her husband back from a business trip. But no worries, she assured, because he would be flying off again soon enough.

On a parting note, I do sincerely wish Gordon and Mitch all the best. Gordon had always said that maintaining a homosexual marriage would probably be a lot easier than a heterosexual one, and while I'm not going to debate with my old friend on that note, I do hope he's found his happiness.

Gang Bang, it's a Sham...

2011-07-08T21:51:00.000+08:00

So this happened close to 10 years ago when me and three other friends decided as a reward to successfully completing our university education, we'd head out to Bangkok for a 'vacation we'd remember', as one of them put it.

We pictured it'd be totally hedonistic, with the four of us trying out everything and anything possible, get all the girls we wanted, do all the things you usually did with women, booze away, smoke, and then go back to banging; in other words, create our little own Playboy Mansion.

We'd checked ourselves into a swanky hotel, and then it had been mostly hanging around till the evening where we'd head out for dinner, then go to the go-go bars that still litter Bangkok's streets. And so we lived to watch Dirty Mary do tricks with a slippery serpent, and some Lolita who could blow smoke rings out of her pussy, along with a host of other shows-- save for the ladyboys, because that'd totally put us all off. So the first night had been entertaining, although out of 4 guys only 2 landed themselves with a catch (read: paid prostitutes) while the other 2 merely reminisced about Dirty Mary and Co. later on in the bathroom, but not without hearing the loud moans of faked orgasms in the rooms next door.

Second night, we decided to do something different and go for in-house entertainment: one of the boys hooked up with a pal in Bangkok, and we got ourselves a bevy of escorts and exotic dancers and a suite at another hotel to party in style. In theory, we'd have 5 guys (including the guy who helped to set it up) and around 12 girls-- plenty of pussy to go around.

Or so we thought. As it turned out, some of the exotic dancers insisted they don't "do sex", no matter how much you offered; two of the 'girls' turned out to be ladyboys, and till this day I'm wondering if it was deliberate or an accident; and in the end, we were 5 guys and 2 girls who were willing to go all the way.

Great. At least we got the girls; then came the reality as we all started stripping our clothes off. For starters, it does nothing to enhance the mood of the moment to be looking at a bunch of other naked men in the room, especially when one of them's porky in build, while another looked like he just came out of a Jewish concentration camp.

Then comes the part when we start debating about who should go first, and why; reality is that NOBODY wants to be the last man on any of the girls, and EVERYONE wants to be the first man.

And finally, there's the ratio: the odd numbers meant at least one guy would be left out, and would probably have to resort to some self-indulgence as he waited his turn.

In the end, it wasn't as fun as I thought, and gang-bangs where girls out-numbered the guys probably existed only in porn movies where you'd spent a bitch-load (no pun intended) of money to get them all coming anyway.

"This only happens in movies."

So my first foray into gang-banging didn't end off so well, which explains why I'm not really into swinger parties. Rather, I'd rather have little intimate moments one-on-one, or if I'm really lucky, threesomes that meant FFM: don't get me in a room where I'd have to see another guy's dick, please.

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Inside joke: pack me in your underwear luggage, baby. ;)

Just so you know...

2011-07-07T19:05:00.001+08:00

And so I thought it may be prudent for you to know that I'm not into that fuck-and-throw mode any more; there had been a phase in my life (henceforth known as "my twenties") where that was the way the game went. The thing is, I'm no longer in my twenties, and I don't fancy myself being associated with some young dandy who thinks he can displace my dominion.

I'm still very much the alpha male I have always been, only now that you have piqued my interest (and for a long time too), I'm not about to plan my days around you wishing merely to have you for a moment's pleasure, and then toss you aside like a used dime the moment the next flavor of the month comes up.

Incidentally, you'd probably realised by now YOU have been flavor of the month for quite a while, even though it may not be like so given my busy work schedule and such. But I did keep in touch, and I have to say you still arouse the same curiosity in me as you did the first time we 'initiated contact', if you like.

I think I've also grown to appreciate you're not some ditzy bimbo like so many I've been involved with in my twenties (just felt I needed to add that). And yes, while all this doesn't preclude the fact that I'm probably fantasizing about sex in the shower with you, or planting kisses all over your body, or just about anything else sensual and sexual about us, you're certainly not one I should take lightly, I realised.

All else, I'm content to being a selective lover than landing myself a harem, and if you so wish, I certainly am not saying all this just so to flatter...

...because you intrigue me; and I'm inclined to say, you've got me hooked.

"No money, no honey".

2011-07-05T08:39:00.000+08:00

David Brazil probably helped to popularise the phrase No Money No Honey with his book published in the 1990s that explored "sex-for-sale in Singapore".

But here's what he probably didn't uncover: firstly, sex for sale doesn't necessarily literally translate into monetary transactions where a generous gent gives money and gets to sleep with some ditzy ang-moh crazy SPG; secondly it's a phenomenon that doesn't exist solely in Asian societies for that matter.

I raised this up because I had a reader from the States email me about his ~~little sob story~~ predicament experienced lately. At first, I found it strange that someone would randomly write a stranger to tell him/her about your misfortunes, if you like, but then it made sense: you at least didn't have to worry that this person would end up like your other friends and known acquaintances who probably turned your problems into bar-room and party jokes.

So anyway, this dude wrote and said his wife of 2 years left him for another dude after he got the golden handshake at the company he worked at. He was a white-collared type, first job fresh out of college, had a cushy life on his rather impressive salary, met his model-turned-realtor wife (model? *warning signals*) and had apparently had a happy sex life with her. So he thought everything was perfect until his company went bust a year ago and he got axed, and they'd been having financial problems since, and then one day he comes home to find she'd left him, but not without a note that said she'd met another man who could give her anything she wanted.

On this note, I'd like to add a disclaimer: I'm just repeating what he wrote, so it doesn't matter to me if all this was true or not.

And there you have it. No money, no honey, and it doesn't matter if the honey's married to you or not.

I guess that's just the size of it, and after all, we are indeed living in a material world where instant gratification is everything these days, and if you're not gonna have the moolah, then fuck it, you ain't gonna matter schmuck: the idealists who believe in old school romantic love will some day wake up to the reality that it's all about the money.

Of course, no one's saying you need to have a shitload of money to land the pussies-- even though it helps, trust me. But at the very least, you're able to provide the woman with a comfortable life and be able to have sex without worrying about money so much so you can barely satisfy her. Or have her worry about whether you could afford to have kids, if she wants to have kids.

Anyway, there's really nothing more I could tell the dude than "focus on getting another job first", because that to me is the fundamental problem. I'm sorry, I'm a terrible counselor, I know, but that's the size of it the way I see it, whichever part of the world you come from.

All you need is love? Yeah right, grow up.

Casanova, redefined.

2011-07-03T21:10:00.002+08:00

So I figured these days, it doesn't take a lot to keep me satisfied and contented.

I'm not saying this means from hereon in, I'm gonna be a one-woman man, no: I don't think that is possible given the way I am.

Rather, what it does mean is that where being the top of my game means going out to meet new women every other week, it's now about slowing down the game, and having just a select handful of lovers to keep me happy-- I've been trying that out for the past half year or so, and it all feels a whole lot more gratifying.

Admittedly, there still are new ladies I get to know, but it's not the same as previously where I'd deliberately pick them up at some random pub, charm the panties off them, and then engage in some mindless one-nighter and when the morning comes it's goodbye without really remembering what her name was, much less leaving behind contact numbers... those days are over, it seems.

I guess as one ages, it's no longer about being that eager cock trying to impress and score with as many women as possible; it's about stopping to smell the roses every now and then, taking a look around and picking up the finer things in life to indulge in-- slowly, making it all last.

Then again, my game, my rules, my way.

Incidentally, I was up at a club with some old friends to celebrate someone's 40th birthday, and it wasn't as if we were out hunting for a bevy of sweet young things to have a gang-bang or something-- just a bunch of older guys chilling, having fun-- but I do notice we do seem to attract the younger women a lot more than when we were actually at their age. Strange, but perhaps even in Singapore these days, the 20-somethings have a preference for the older boys?

I don't know, but like I said before many times over, I'm probably in the best part of my life, and I want to keep it that way.

Good to be older, really *smiles*

I need me a feisty little lover to spice things up.

Carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon

2011-07-02T22:57:00.001+08:00

"Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?What primal night does Man touch with his senses?Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:Love is a war of lightning,and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,and a genital fire, transformed by delight,slips through the narrow channels of bloodto precipitate a nocturnal carnation,to be, and be nothing but light in the dark"

~ Pablo Neruda

Nothing sexier, isn't it, than a man who's able to pen his sensuality and sexual desires into poems. I think it sells a lot better than the usual "I have a big penis, come blow me" routine that the typical guy uses to try to impress a woman (note the word "try"); I for one am content to be able to just quote others at the more appropriate moments in a bid to position myself apart from the competition.

But let's just say I have an unfair advantage, having done literature as my minors, so much so I could safely say there's at least ONE good thing about having gone through university.

So there you go, Pablo Neruda-- lover, poet, philosopher -- from one Casanova to another.

Slinky...

2011-07-02T22:37:00.000+08:00

I cannot help but think about you in the ways you know I will.

I mean, after all, could you blame me when I think you have a most fabulous ass, and I love the way you smell...the way you taste?

And I sure as hell could look at your ass all day. Only you'd know I'd grab and kiss and lick away at the same time, and before long, I'd have you on all fours, naked, as I take you-- raw, passionate and intense.

Soon enough, baby.

So here we go again...

2011-06-27T23:51:00.001+08:00

That familiar scent that never fails to tantalise me

Those luscious lips I could go on kissing

Your taunt tight body I love to hold

The sensuality and all-womanness that defines you.

Granted, I can't be here all the time, but really, I'm beginning to wonder if my absence around you means foregoing my chances, and some random stud-wannabe moves in to take my place.

Not that I'm worried, of course, no. I'm an old lion who's been around for a while, and I don't worry about young roosters trying to de-throne my place as the alpha male; and again, "the other guys" are the least of my concerns-- let them make a little noise for a while in my absence, but you and I know there can only be one me.

Putting all other distractions aside-- yours, mine-- and I want you to know that when we get together, you're all that I'm thinking of. Seriously. You'd be the object of my attention, and while you're at that, it'll only be natural (I guess) that I'd be thinking of how nice or good it would be to have you naked in my arms, to taste you, to make love to you again and again for as long as I have you around me.

You know I live for the moment, that I don't go and think about all the what-ifs and what-could-have-beens: all I know is, I don't give a shit about what the world around me thinks, or is going on for that instant we are together, making love-- all that matters would be the passion, desire, hunger, lust... you bring out in me, and then some.

You might say I live dangerously, given how I don't seem to care about the what-happens-next. Be that as it may, you and I know I'm not one of those dim-bulbs you encounter so often. I'm way smarter than most, and perhaps that itself could be some excuse for living my life the way I do.

And you cannot deny that's what make me the object of your desire too.

I know because I sense.

An invitation.

2011-06-08T16:43:00.000+08:00

Any adventurous ladies fancy a threesome this weekend?

I mean, seriously.

"I'm still here"

2011-06-07T22:18:00.000+08:00

I ADMIT: the past weekend's been crazy at work (again) but believe it or not, I still kept you on my mind.

I miss seeing you in those sexy black panties of yours...

...and yeah, I don't mind doing sports with you this weekend. ;)

She.

2011-05-30T17:03:00.000+08:00

The scent of you
The feel of you in my arms
The brush of your lips against mine
The way you look at me each time we meet
The sound of your laughter
The dampness of your sheer smooth panties as I stroke you between your legs

They all make me want to just bury my face between your thighs, take in the smell of you, and pull your panties off slowly to taste at your other lips. Each time we're together, I leave with a throbbing in my hard cock, wanting to take you-- take all of you...

The good and bad of me...

2011-05-25T22:52:00.001+08:00

Well here's the part you get to find out if I'm naughty or nice. But do take note that even when I'm playing nice, I can still be kinky; or if I decide to be naughty, I'm still a gentleman at heart. :)

Good stuff I'm into:

Oral action
Office sex
Role play
Sex on the beach
Sex in the shower
MILFs
Sensual messages (giving)
Erotic photography
Extended foreplay (especially pussy-licking)
Writing erotica (I think)
Uniform fetishes

Naughty & Bad:

Sex in public places
Porn
Making my own porn (heh)
FFM action
Masturbation
Bondage
Golden showers
Rape fantasies
Dominance
Spanking
Interracial
Anal sex
Forced Bukkake

Really, I can't decide if I'm better at being bad, or really wicked at being good.

Confession #3: Femme Fatale.

2011-05-24T17:44:00.001+08:00

If you could believe it, I didn't deliberately plan on it. It happened one evening when I went over to girlfriend's place for dinner after classes while she was out for a dance practice-- she had called to say she'd be late because the rehearsals had over-run or something, and told me to make myself comfortable and wait till she was back with her parents. So elder sister and I were alone in the house, and we started chatting casually.

Now, even though she wasn't as physically attractive as her younger sister, she was still quite a looker even though she was 5 years my senior. She still had her office clothes on, and I remember checking her out from where I was sitting, taking in the fall of her long hair on her shoulders, tracing my gaze down her long neck, and down to her cleavage peeking out of her blouse. Her skirt was hiked up halfway up her thighs as she sat on the couch, revealing her fair slender legs, and the scent of her perfume aroused me.

And then we kissed. Somehow it happened, and because she didn't resist, my hands travelled over her body, undressing her almost as quickly as she started undressing me, and it didn't take too long before I was standing stark naked with an erect cock barely inches from her face as she reclined back, topless and wearing only her panties.

The sex had been quite an adventure, I would say: elder sister was like a caged animal unleashed once she got her act together, and she was grabbing and stroking, sucking, licking, rubbing and moaning away as we started running our hands and mouth all over each other's bodies; and then penetration, and god, did she know how to rock away as she sat on my hard cock. It'd felt good to be inside her, and actually, now that I think about it, sex with her was even better than it had been with the girlfriend. By the time we both came, we were like two combatants in some sexual wrestling match, spent, panting and trying hard to catch our breaths back.

Then there had been the fervent clean-up as we both laughed and joked away, and by the time girlfriend and her parents were back, we were both looking like we had been doing nothing more than discussing book reviews all evening. Dinner was tense not because I was afraid of being found out, but because of the underlying sexual currents between the elder sibling and myself, seated across each other at the table.

We would go on to have sex on a few other occasions ever since, but always at hotel rooms; there was this once when she'd spent the night at my hostel room over the weekend where there were fewer people around.

Of course, all good things must come to an end, so they say, and eventually the guilt of cheating on her sister was too much for her to bear, and elder sister finally confessed to the affair. Girlfriend goes ballistic, raises hell and starts smashing things back at my hostel, and within 20 minutes, the entire hall re-christened me a lying cheating bastard. And it didn't just stop there-- girlfriend's dad calls me up, says things I never thought it would be possible for a pastor to say (yup, no shit), and then warns me to stay away from his daughters.

So there you have it. The dangerous liaison of my lifetime. But I have to confess further I'm unrepentant, and bloody hell, the elder sister was worth every fucking minute. Literally.

Femdom.

2011-05-24T16:27:00.003+08:00

I love a woman who can take charge and talk dirty, especially in nothing more than a pantyhose, like so:

Bossy Femdom Commands You To Jerk-Off

...even though I have to admit, it gets pretty hilarious at times (the video, I mean). Still, you'd think the combination of a femdom MILF in sheer pantyhose can be quite a bit of a turn on, I mean, I don't think I'd necessarily say no to her if she was in the same room, same place with me this very instant.

Put it down to something to entertain myself in the afternoon, yeah?

Confession #2: The First Encounter.

2011-05-23T22:37:00.000+08:00

The very first time I got together with a girl in an intimate manner was when I was all of 14 years old, back in my secondary school days.

It had been one of those afternoons when the parents weren't home, and we had to go over to her place for a school project -- a genuine one -- and certainly things started off pretty decent all right, what with all the research and trying to find out more about some physics stuff (or something like that).

The problem though, was knowledge of the fact that we'd be alone for a couple of hours in a house all by ourselves; problem number two was the fact that here were two adolescent kids curious and with hormones raging; the biggest problem was with her flashing her sexy bits every now and then because of the altered skirt that wasn't really regulation uniform...

...so anyway, we found ourselves engaging in other activities, and pretty soon, I had her in my arms, lips locked in the messy way teenaged kids kiss, and even sooner yet, I had her blouse, bra, skirt and panties off, and then she was lying naked nestled right next to me. And I still had the rest of my uniform on.

And geez, I had her right where every other hot-blooded adolescent male would want her, but instead I just held her next to me, not knowing what the hell to do for a moment. She may have started to wonder too, I guess, but having decided I should at least do something, I grabbed a boob then nature took over: my fingers played with her hardened nipple, and then the other hand started stroking at her damp pubic hair, then in one adventuresome moment, I allowed myself to stroke her along the length of her wet pussy.

And she on the other hand, decided to get frisky too, and started to undo my fly, then placed her hands under to have a feel of my hard cock. She was really keeping up to it and rubbing the shaft up and down, then took it of the pants completely for a good look at whatever she was doing, fascinated even more at how she'd get my cock throbbing each time she rubbed at the head with her fingers while I continued to stroke her pussy.

...then when I'd decided I should probe with my fingers inside of her, she started complaining of how painful it felt-- probably my fault being the amateur -- and then it was all over. She decided sex would be painful, and then we dressed up, and I left, my cock still throbbing and my thoughts wondering about how it would be like to fuck her, or how it even felt like to have sex with someone.

And then the reality I learnt early on: when you get a chance to score all the bases, and you fuck up, honey ain't gonna give you another chance. In fact, that was the end of the friendship (not to mention the science project) between us, and oddly enough, that following semester, she transferred out of the school altogether, and I wondered if my little failed sexploration with her had anything to do with it.

In any case, I do wonder sometimes what if somehow I did everything right that afternoon and we did have sex? Or what if we were to run into each other now-- then I'd know how to really give her a treat, wouldn't I?

And between the two, I'd prefer the latter. And maybe even get her to wear the old school uniform while we're at it. ;)

Schoolgirl fantasies.

2011-05-22T23:13:00.000+08:00

Well believe it or not, there would have been a time when I could have taken a totally different route and ended up teaching PE as a full-time job.

Actually, there's nothing wrong to it, of course: teaching is a respectable profession. I went so far as to go on to take up a 3-month teaching contract teaching PE to a certain junior college, and within a couple of days, I knew I was in trouble-- I would be teaching a bunch of schoolgirls who were above the legal age of 16, and ripe for the picking, so to speak; secondly, there were already a couple of the more bold and foxy ones hitting on the new PE teacher, much to the chagrin of their male classmates. It got so bad that I actually had a pair of knickers left in my locker and a note that came from the girl who wrote it; and later on in class she'd ask me if I had received her little "present" with the slight hint of a naughty smile.

If you must know, yes, I did steal a sniff at the panties, and yes, I did had thoughts and fantasies of what it'd be like to do her. In fact, I kinda wished I had the luxury of making her stay back for detention class, lock up the classroom, then fuck her while she had her uniform on. That was, obviously, a fantasy that I never could realise then...and I was in a dilemma of turning her away and sticking to the high moral ground of being her teacher when in reality I did wish I could fuck her anyway.

So anyway, that was that, for a while I did try to stay away from her, while deliberating if I should be teaching at all-- the decision to quit had nothing to do with the girls who were off-limits but more to do with personal ambition and personality fit.

In the end, in a little twist of fate, I did manage to hook up with that horny young student and a classmate of hers two years after I quit, only this time, the only schoolgirl fantasy/fetish was with both of them in old school uniforms that no longer fit well in the privacy of a bedroom pretending they were both on detention and made to do naughty things by their perverted headmaster.

But it was fun while it lasted. :D

A confession...

2011-05-22T19:40:00.000+08:00

I have to admit that given the chance, I'd catch you at a convenient time and place, and just go down on you at the office. I'd love to run my hands over your breasts, as you unbutton your blouse to expose your gorgeous tits; hike up your skirt and pull down your panties around your heels, and I'd spend all day licking and tasting your juicy yummy pussy as I finger you gingerly.

I'd so love for your pussy juices to run all over my mouth, and hear you moan as I take in mouthfuls of you, my tongue probing deep into your cunt.

Yes, I certainly admit that given the chance, I'd fuck you in full view of everyone else, making the others jealous that I can have you while they could only watch, envy and fantasize about what it would be like making love to you, being inside you.

Given the chance.

Tell me, show me...

2011-05-18T21:05:00.000+08:00

I would like to imagine that you're doing this as you think of me and read my stories:

Thing is, how would I ever get to find out if you are?

I'd love to watch you play and get your panties wet for me, tantalizing me in every little way and making me want to make love to you all day, to taste every inch of you and revel in the tastes and scents of you.

I want you.

Lucky Bastard.

2011-05-17T16:11:00.001+08:00

Man, 87, has married 107 women

A NIGERIAN man, now 87 years old, has finally called it a day after marrying 107 women and fathering 185 children, according to news reports.
The man, Bello Maasaba, presently lives with 86 of his wives and the youngest of his 185 children was born just a month ago. The youngest of his wives is just 19.
A report in the Los Angeles Times says the man is currently living with only 86 of his wives after he divorced 12 of the women and buried nine others.
Bello has created a massive extended family for himself. Currently he has a total of 5,000 members in his extended family including nephews, in-laws, nieces, cousins and others.
He was thrown to jail about three years ago in September 2008 when the Nigerian authorities became aware of the number of women he'd married. He was released after his wives said they had married him willingly.
Bello lives in an 89-bedroom house with his family. Of his 185 children, only 133 are living. -- THE STAR/ANN

...and what I'd say to this is: fucking lucky bastard. I mean, hell, I would be bloody happy if I came home to this everyday:

So happy, in fact, I'd gladly shave off 20 years of my life, if only to enjoy carnal pleasures with my own little harem of pretty pussies.

If only.

Did you miss me?

2011-05-14T21:23:00.000+08:00

So Blogger decided to go bonkers for a couple of days, and I'm seeing quite a lot of complaints about the interrupted services.

...but seeing that (a) they didn't lose my previous posts and comments; and (b) I'm still able to log in and post online, I suppose I don't have anything to complain about.

Although it does make me miss out on catching up on my sexy reads (oh how I love you all!).

For those of you who missed me the past 2 days, I missed you too.

Get wet with me.

2011-05-12T21:17:00.000+08:00

The weather's been a killer of late, and I find myself taking more frequent showers than usual just to stay cool and fresh in the sweltering heat.

Of course, me being me, what joy is there when it comes to showers without a sexy tight feminine touch to it all?

Meaning I'd love to pull you into the shower with me and pull your clothes off after the water's turned on, your t-shirt drenched and tight against your perky nipples, as I take your wet panties off as I kiss your sexy lips.

You feel my hard cock pressing against you as we embrace, and me loving the feel of your skin against mine under trickling shower overhead. And as my lips move down right over your breasts, sucking on your nipples and my hands move to caress your ass, then moving in between your legs to stroke at your thighs, tease your pussy...

Hmmm...seems like I've turned up the heat a couple more notches.

Skinny dips.

2011-05-11T17:46:00.000+08:00

I'm sorry, but I don't find skinny women attractive at all, however a pretty face she may be. I really don't know what's with the feminine obsession to be stick-skinny (commonly misinterpreted as "slim"), and seriously, I'd prefer fucking a woman with fuller breasts and a proper waistline than doing a skeleton, if you know what I mean.

Which means I won't consider doing her:

But someone like her would be ideal, with all the right curves and I'd love to do her all day:

And don't give me the "size 2 is the new size 4" liner, because I think it's crap-- give me a size 4 babe anytime, which means this is absolutely nonsense about Ralph Lauren firing a size 4 model for being too "fat"back in 2009. Even today, this trend is dangerously still on the rise.

Go take a look at the photos of models or even hopeful young women on Facebook who seem to think skinny is pretty. It isn't, and like I said, I won't consider boning a bag of bones.

So ladies, stop this whole "I'm too fat" rubbish already.

notorious flirt. i like tht. very apt. what else are you?

2011-05-11T17:13:00.001+08:00

I'm everything else you want me to be and more, if you only asked.
You know this as well as I do. :)

Ask me anything

Define "sex in a dangerous place".

2011-05-10T18:13:00.001+08:00

Define "sex in a dangerous place".

Answer here

7th Heaven.

2011-05-10T18:05:00.000+08:00

1. Me and you
2. Moonlit night
3. Sandy beach, waves softly lapping up our bodies
4. Tear your wet clothes off, climb on top of me
5. Fingering you deep as we kiss lip to lip
6. You moan loudly and throw your head back, biting your lip and you cup your breasts as we fuck in the moonlight.
7. I shoot my load inside you and we both collapse onto the sand, breathing heavily as we catch our breath...

Bliss.

"Are you addicted to porn?"

2011-05-09T19:41:00.000+08:00

And just because I said I'd wanna do a porn movie in my last post, someone assumed I must be addicted to online smut, and suggested I get help.

Gee thanks. I suppose if I was a fan of Criminal Minds or CSI, that'd make me a serial killer, wouldn't it? I mean, it's not like I'm one of those power-assertive types who need to have sex with women just so to reassure myself of my own masculinity. No, I have news for you: I'm an anger-excitement type, so that puts me in the same category as Jack-the-fucking-Ripper.

Seriously, let's just screw the stereotypes yeah? I mean, is there anything wrong to say I enjoy sex, and I enjoy playing some porn to, shall we say, enhance the mood?

And I'm sure there are women out there who enjoy porn as much, if anything-- I know at least three lovers (or ex-lovers) who did, and one insisted on watching porn on her lavish entertainment set complete with a projector and surround sound as we fucked in her living room. I shit you not.

That little venture of mine, that bit on me wanting to make a porno-flick, call it a fantasy if you will, but I get the feeling there are some women who would actually find it adds to the thrill being filmed while I eat her out, as we fuck, practically trying out everything and anything possible. For the exhibitionist types, we perhaps could get by with a little discretion wearing mardi-gras masks as we film our tryst; for the shy and inhibited, well, at most it just goes into my little private collection (along with the wet panties) for my own consumption and relishing later on.

So, really, what's wrong with a little porn? It's not like we haven't seen it all already.

I wanna make porn movies.

2011-05-08T16:17:00.000+08:00

...and no, that isn't some kind of fantasy role-play thingie where I whip out a video cam to film my romps in bed with one of my lovers.

I'm talking about making a real porn movie with real actors, proper locations etc. And then sell those stuff somewhere, maybe a website or something. It's not going to be some cheap-thrill thing too, because I would actually pay the actors for their efforts.

And this is not some idea that could well land me opportunities to have sex with beautiful women, since many porn film producers/directors double up as actors. It's more to do with the fact that the porn industry is a $14-billion dollar industry, according to Forbes.com. So it's really a calculated business decision, and seeing that we've reached a stage where there are only so many new business ideas you can come up with, you may as well place your bets on something that always has room for one more new entrant?

Only problem is: where I come from, you don't get professional porn actors.

But in any case, I'm not perturbed, and I'm exploring the ways to go about actually doing it, so for all you know, one day, Casanova Confessions could very well be the name of some porn movie production house.

Anyone wanna be partners? :D

On golden showers.

2011-05-07T16:09:00.000+08:00

While I have to admit that I find this a huge turn on:

I'm not so keen on golden showers as my favourite kink. I mean, it's one thing to watch a woman pee and play with herself, especially with her panties on (which incidentally turns me on quite a lot, I must say), it's another if 'watersports' means this:

No, it isn't that I'm not adventurous enough to explore -- I am curious-- but I don't think many women in Singapore are into little pee-tasting games.

I guess it's pretty much the size of it: there are simply not many women here who are that adventurous even if I decide to do a little exploration of that nature.

Or am I mistaken, because if I am, well, just holler me.

Where in singapore can I find hot flings or fuckbuddies like yourself who are eager to satisfy hungry pussies?

2011-05-06T20:00:00.001+08:00

Well, I don't know where else, but you can look for me for starters.

Ask me anything

What do you do for a living?

2011-05-06T19:59:00.001+08:00

I used to run my own venture capital business. Now I'm a full time lover. :)

Ask me anything

Heh.

2011-05-06T19:54:00.000+08:00

I am the kind of guy who totally digs girls who do girls who do guys.
It'll be a riot if we all get it on together in the same room.

...especially if one of them happens to be a hot Middle-Eastern MILF and the other a naughty schoolgirl/librarian. Heh.

Friday Temptations...

2011-05-06T13:18:00.000+08:00

It was the meeting that didn't take place because of some last minute work, but hopefully soon. Meanwhile, I'm left craving for something hot...

formspring.me

2011-05-03T00:58:00.001+08:00

Ask me anything http://formspring.me/TheCasanova

I don't mean to be rude.

2011-05-03T00:55:00.000+08:00

Really, it's not my intention to want to offend anyone, or cross cultural boundaries, but I cannot help but think that Middle Eastern women are actually so damned sexy.

I have never been with a Middle-Eastern woman before, although I must say it would be an adventure if I could. I guess it's to do with them covering up most of the time save for the eyes that makes you fantasize about how these women with beautiful eyes that speak are like when they're naked, like so:

Again, I must qualify that it is not my intention to be disrespectful to anyone's cultures. It's just that I have to admit I am curious. I mean, we all know about strict Islamic laws, but surely Middle-Eastern women have their needs too? And surely they get hot flushes beneath the veil and all, and it does make me wonder even more...

Wicked of me, I know, but you can't fault me for being inquisitive.

So, anyone wants to help me out with my curiosity?

Pubic Hair: (a) full bush, (b) trimmed, (c) trimmed and shaved below, (d) fully shaved?

2011-05-02T22:57:00.001+08:00

Trimmed and shaved below. I like a little suspense. ;)

Ask me anything

Let's make a deal...

2011-05-02T20:56:00.000+08:00

...if you can be bad, I promise to be nice.

Or should it be if you promise to be nice, I'll be a bad boy? Whatever it is, your call, and I'll gladly go along. ;)

You know, I kinda like that naughty librarian look with you wearing glasses, a white shirt, no bra and a pair of thongs... *grins*

Now this is interesting.

2011-05-01T23:29:00.000+08:00

It's interesting to note where people are coming from around the world to read this blog, according to Clustrmaps. I mean, Bolivia, Macedonia, Moldova and Lithuania? I sure as hell would love to meet exotic beauties from thereabouts. ;)

Anyways, I'd like to take the time to thank those of you who had been sending me emails to ask if I was okay. Really, nothing happened, and the long hiatus had more to do with work than it was about me giving up on blogging altogether, so not to worry for the ones out there who somehow need to get off reading the little stories I write-- I'll be back with more soon (I think), so hurray, don't get so pent up already.

You don't think I'd give up and say no to an invitation like this, do you:

Gotcha. ;)

Yum.

2011-05-01T12:08:00.000+08:00

This is how I'd love you to turn up at my place:

...and make sure your pussy is all nice, wet and waiting.

Missing you...

2011-04-24T23:32:00.000+08:00

First, I must have you know that I absolutely hate it when work takes me away from you. I think by now you'd know that I would no sooner leap over to wherever you are right now, throw you onto a desk, spread you, then go down and lick you real good where you love me to.

And I see you're wearing the black thong I'd love to see you wear so much, already wet and inviting as you slide one hand down to finger yourself just the way I like it. You look at me with your sultry eyes, licking you lips and biting your tongue, beckoning me to slide your thong off and begin my little oral treat. I long to spread your lips and move my tongue deep into you, teasing your clit as you moan and move yourself close so I get a better taste of your juicy delicious pussy. I'd love to finger you deep as I plant my mouth on your hardened nipples, sucking hard as you throw your head back in ecstasy, and as we lock lips, our tongues frolicking, I push my fingers harder and deeper into you, urging you on.

I want to relish that moment when I finally enter you, pushing my hard cock into your wet pussy, loving the way you feel as I kiss your body, drowning in the scent of you and loving every little bit.

See, baby, I do think a lot about you even when circumstances at work cause me to make the difficult decision of NOT being there with you. Good news is, and this I already told you, I will be reassigned soon, so that would mean a whole lot more free time, and I'd say free time for you, darling.

Hoping to see you again...soon...

Back in SG.

2011-04-03T23:36:00.000+08:00

I'm back from my trip to Nepal, but you know that already. I have to admit I was thinking of you quite a bit through all the trekking and going over mountains and valleys, and while it may sound romantic to some and corny to others, there were nights when, sitting outside with a warm cup of coffee in hand at crazy cold temperatures, I'd be thinking how nice it would be to have you beside me and making out beneath the starry skies...that is, if such a thing were possible in the cold mountain climate.

...amazing just how you make me want you more...

If YOU are reading...

2011-03-21T23:32:00.002+08:00

It's gonna be a while till I get back from my trip, but I'd like you to know I'll be missing you and looking forward to having you close to me again...

What I'd love to say to you now is...

2011-03-21T16:39:00.000+08:00

...you've got me intrigued.

Your scent got my mind screaming to want to reach out and grab you, and I want to plant my lips on yours as my hands explore the rest of your body. My fingers run down your tanned skin, feeling you close, as you drive me crazy with desire.

And yes baby, you got me wanting to see you again. Soon.

Expectations.

2011-02-20T14:08:00.000+08:00

So I suppose it's only natural that people who read this blog expect me to go on meeting up with random women and end up having sex with them.

Unfortunately, it doesn't really work like that any more. This is not to say I'm not meeting new people-- I am-- but I guess you could pretty much put it down to "mellowing out and coming of age" that led me to consciously think about sex only if I start getting comfortable with her.

Meaning to say, I don't do those quick and casual encounters where we meet for the first time, do the do, then we go our separate ways the next morning, never wondering if our paths would cross again. I may do a lot of that in my 20s and early 30s, but I guess these days I rather know the person much as I may be inclined to want to fuck her.

I don't quite know how to explain it, but let's just suppose it's a change in preferences. Gone are the days when sex was a means to an end where it was most probably a case of my itching and hers needed a scratch.

So, if it happens, it happens. If it doesn't, well, let's just enjoy our coffee sessions anyway, and in the process get to make/know a new friend.

What's the first thing you think of when you wake up in the morning?

2011-02-19T17:27:00.001+08:00

Making love to a beautiful woman. :)

Ask me anything

Do u erm practise 'safe' sex?

2011-02-19T17:26:00.001+08:00

Yes. Definitely.

Ask me anything

Food for thought...

2011-02-15T00:34:00.000+08:00

A man in his twenties has sex to prove he's "one of the boys".

Man in his thirties can truly enjoy sex because he's no longer a boy.

Restless Night...

2011-02-14T01:16:00.000+08:00

The Vine by Robert Herrick (17th century)

I dream'd this mortal part of mine
Was Metamorphoz'd to a Vine;
Which crawling one and every way
Enthralled my dainty Lucia.
Me thought, her long small legs & thighs
I with my Tendrils did surprize;
Her Belly, Buttocks, and her Waste
By my soft Nerv'lits were embrac'd:
About her head I writhing hung,
And with rich clusters (hid among
The leaves) her temples I behung:
So that my Lucia seem'd to me
Young Bacchus ravisht by his tree.
My curles about her neck did craule,
And armes and hands they did enthrall:
So that she could not freely stir,
(All parts there made one prisoner.)
But when I crept with leaves to hide
Those parts, which maids keep unespy'd,
Such fleeting pleasures there I took,
That with the fancie I awook;
And found (Ah me!) this flesh of mine
More like a Stock, than like a Vine.

Yummy mummy.

2011-02-14T00:39:00.000+08:00

Pressie from a female reader who claims to be a Singaporean MILF. Yummy.
...although I must add it may be a little prickly experience. ;)

That said, she's piqued my interest already. Heh.

Thank you, "SGMilf"

What would I have to do to get your attention the sexy way? :)

2011-02-12T22:38:00.001+08:00

What would I have to do to get your attention the sexy way? :)

Answer here

TGIF

2011-02-11T21:29:00.001+08:00

I have a confession: I had a craving for you today.

On a separate note, this picture may be vintage retro stuff...

...but you have to admit, she looks lovely, even by today's standards. And I don't mind going down on her bushy pussy too. :)

Formspring

2011-02-10T08:37:00.000+08:00

Ask me anything:

http://www.formspring.me/TheCasanova

...and some of you have emailed to say that the new site on Tumblr isn't so friendly, so I'm back here on blogger.

Technology DOES have its limitations afterall.

If I was in your bed right now, what would you do to me?

2011-02-08T17:09:00.001+08:00

Hmmm. It depends on what you're wearing... I'll find ways and means to get your clothes off, especially if you're playing hard to get.

...else, I would love to take my time to eat your pussy out, hear you moan and watch you squirm this way and that as my tongue explores you.

Ask me anything

What one thing are you exceptionally good at?

2011-02-05T10:24:00.001+08:00

"Pussy-eating"-- I'm a cunning linguist, and a damned good one too!

Ask me anything