Love is for fools~

Monday, 6 October 2014

Poley Surprise

Trust my brain to be still wondering back to the scene that played out in the car of a guy whom I went out with recently; the office is on fire already because of the horrible results collectively, yet I am still daydreaming...

I remembered his mesmerising eyes... Although we Asian rarely have eyes that are as colourful as our Caucasian counterparts (unless you are a mix), his big round eyes are just as hypnotizing as mine... His black pupils shone bright whenever he is talking about things that he is interested in, or whenever he is looking at me, before he caresses my arm or pulls me in for a kiss... His lashes, thick and long, as if they are curtains to his soul...

His lips, his full pink soft lips... Never would I thought I would describe a man's lips this way. But from the kisses I have received gently and hungrily from him, and from the kisses that I have given voluntarily, to those that I have taken forcefully, I have to say I enjoy seeing those lips red, swollen and thoroughly sucked by me. 

Whenever he smiles, he seems so happy, so much like a young boy, so tender. He seems that way because he is fairer than me, despite for his love for diving and outdoor sports. He is quite slim too (his height makes him seem even slimmer), compared to my stout and bulky frame (because of pole dancing). 

"You are a good kisser." He told me after our first kiss. I also remembered the torn look on his face during the next time we met, just because he wasn't sure where we are going with this - the intimacy we have is electrifying; we test our boundaries every time we see each other and we ended up deeper in the water. 

We were at the back alley getting his car after settling the bill when he pulled me into an embrace. He released his arms that were wrapped around my upper body when I tried to wriggle out of his grasp but moved his hands to my waist, holding them in place to prevent me from slipping away. 

I eventually did, taking refuge in another vessel that he eventually locked me in; not that I was an unwilling party. He made a detour to the multi-storey car park and we began talking, but the only sound we made were grunts or gasps. He leaned over and claimed my lips, which I willingly presented to him as well, my hands running through his hair and pulling him to me, despite it being physically impossible for us to be any closer. He began undoing my belt and trousers and slipped his hand down the contour of my perky butt. I wondered how he would react should he see my WW tan lines...

He hands were busy fondling my fleshy butt while I slipped mine down his front and above his manhood. I was curious and thought to myself, "Am I fondling the right area? Is he excited to be touched by me??" That's when he pulled his trousers and briefs down to reveal his erection. He sure was excited to see me, just that I had been used to feeling up big cocks that I couldn't wrap my head around the package I had been feeling. So when he asked what do I like, I simply said, "I like shaven men."

He apologized for not being shaven, but I didn't mind it because his groin seems quite tidy anyway. He took my lips with his again and while our tongues entangle with each other up north, I slipped my fingers beneath his balls and began tea-bagging him. He broke our kiss with a groan and the look on his face was very encouraging. Our eyes locked momentarily before he threw his head back and moaned with estacy. I moved my left hand to his erection and stroked him, bringing my hand upward and in circular movements, taking him to the edge of earth, pushing him off it. 

He exploded quite violently, with the thick load landing on my hand, on his pubic hair and oozing down his shaft. He apologized again because he said he didn't usually cum so fast. I didn't mind it, he either enjoyed it so much that he lost control (he had never been tea-bagged before!) or he hadn't released for a while. He was quite cute, him being so apologetic. I should have given him more assurance while I could, because I didn't know when will I be seeing this mirror-image of mine again. We looked similar yet were very different; the mirror reveals our true selves but we are directly opposite of ourselves, just like how poles apart we are in terms of interests. 

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.