Love is for fools~

Monday, 15 September 2014

Someone Whom I Used to Know

I have been reminded recently of the men I used to date, bonk or hangout with. The nostalgic, bitter-sweet, painful betrayal, ridiculously laughable, plain confusing and stupid moments...

Why am I being reminded about them? So that I can put things in perspective and realise that I have come this far? Or face the cruelty truth that I am still at square one? Grrrrrr :S

Sunday, 7 September 2014

Sunday Blues

With Sunday coming to an end, my Monday-blues (sad to say, it lasts throughout the whole week and even intensifies towards the end) starts... What does the week hold for me...? 

Sunday, 31 August 2014

Damn Anal

And you are right!

But I HATE it... I hate it with passion!!!

When the foreign object was inserted in me, I felt it has disturbed my bowels and I had the queer sensation of wanting to poop... He assured me it was fine, but the more conscious I was of the silver tool sticking out of my butt hole, the more I squeezed my muscles, up to the point I actually felt the pain. The alarming feeling spreaded from the area around the handle of the damn tool to the surrounding quickly, so quickly that I had to yell in pain. The Lord told me to relax and as he slowly pulled it out, but my muscle continued to clutch while I maintained in doggie position. As the thickest part of the heart-shaped tool stretched my skin, the seething pain spreaded and I yelped in pain. The rumbling in my anus finally stopped after the god-forsaken thing left my body.

I didn't think that tool had affected me that much until I started shaking and tears pooled in my eyes. The Lord noticed something wasn't right with me so he stopped sorting out the straps and approached me. His hand on my arm triggered something in me and the dam simply broke. Tears started rolling down my cheeks and my sobs got louder when he tried to put his arms around me awkwardly. 

Since the embrace was so awkward, I pulled back and head to the toilet to collect myself. I might as well take a leak and when I looked at toilet paper after dragging it over my butt hole, it came back bright red, just like when I had mensus. My eyes misted up again and more tears rained on my cheeks. 

I had enough of any anal action. Fuck off if anyone one of you are thinking of suggested anal sex to me. I will rip your intestine out from your anus so you can experience loosing some blood too. 

Monday, 4 August 2014


I haven't been writing because I cannot find the words anymore; most of the sentences do not flow and words become excessive. Taking photos become a hassle; there are only that many angles I can take photos from, and also because I have put on weight. Opinions and comments of strangers do not matter anymore and I simply do not have the time nor the will to put in extra effort to draft my adventures. 

However, in the light of recent tragedies (planes crashing, wars raging on and natural disasters), the urge to write tinkled at my fingertips. 

So I shall leave you with a little something - my 50 Shades of Grey tied me to the bed and oiled me up with yogurt... I was in a bit of a giggly mode that time, but if I wasn't, it would have been more serious and intense... Perhaps the look on my face would mimic AS's expression on the "50 Shades of Grey" trailer... Can't wait for the movie!!

Thursday, 3 April 2014


I was conscious of my nakedness initially, but I got over it eventually after he backed me against the bed and pinned me down. His right hand slid underneath my towel and his fingers danced across my stomach and cupped my left breast. His fingers began working on my nipple while he nudged open my legs and he helped himself to the sweet spot between my legs. He licked and sucked my petals and even poked his tongue into my vagina. The sensation was overwhelming because he didnt stop assaulting my boobs; I was gasping and arching my back the longer he continued. He used part of the towel to cover my eyes, but that would be something we have to revisit another time.  

He stopped eventually, not because he was done, but he wanted to be in me. So pushed my towel off me, propped my open legs against his crotch and inserted his erected beast into me. Very slowly, because I was very tight. He had to remind my body of his size so he had to take it easy, else he would rip me apart. He even teased me, "Virgin?" I grinned, "Yeah, April virgin." 

I started to warm up to him so he could pick up the pace. He leaned down to claim my lips and I was distracted from what was happening down south. Our tongues would tease each other and we would suck on each others' lips while he caressed my breasts. He wanted up enter me from behind so he broke the kiss and flipped me over. He held my legs closed and knelt over the back of my thighs. He parted my butt cheeks and inserted his thick shaft into my pussy. Although I was already warmed up, my closed legs ensured that my vagina was still quite tight. When he entered me, I could felt his thickness acutely. He slipped his hand underneath my body and continued fondling my breasts while he pumped my pussy. And I was rewarded with a load of warmth on the small of my back. 

Wednesday, 26 March 2014


I stretched my arm above the blanket and reached for a piece of tissue. As I surveyed the streaks of blood in the disgustingly-large amount of mucus I blew from my nose, I remembered that the doctor was not alarmed. 

"So I should not be alarmed as well." Hence I threw the ball of tissue into the rubbish bin in a corner of my room and willed myself back to sleep after turning off the lights.

Good night...