This...took a turn for the worse
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Posted:Apr 7, 2014 10:04 pm
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Wow. It has been a long last two weeks and I can't say I last remember being this swamped. Mind you, it's all work-related. On one hand, I guess it feels nice to get back into the groove of it. But on the other...whew! So as i sit now, trying not to let my uber-super sweet coffee fuck up my thoughts, which are all over the place, let's try and get some of it down.
Last evening I met up with some friends for dinner. One of them is a new mom (well, her 's about 8 months old so...I guess new enough) so I haven't seen her in awhile. Naturally, she showed up with in tow and we all chipped in to help with her stuff. At one point, we were were just standing at a fairly busy street, with the pram in the middle, and talking. Randomly, each one of us stopped to play with her in the pram. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that every time either one of us bent over, three heads (all guys. And not in the same group) turned in our direction to look. It had seemed a little odd to me but didn't think much of it until much later. Then I realized that every time we bent over to check out her , they were looking down our tops. Like wow. At first I was like, 'Really? Nothing's beyond you huh?" I still am not sure how I feel about it.  I didn't say anything to any of the other ladies but we moved off after a short while.... :S
On to more prying-eyes moments. Think I'll lump these two together as oh-so-obvious-but-trying-not-to-be. Or I could also call it "Don't-you-know-I-know-you-peeked-you-asswipe?" One is more the former, the other the latter. Either way, you get the idea. Was in yoga class yesterday morning and we were tasked to use the wall for support. It was a pretty crowded class in a relatively mid sized class so most of us were lined up across from each other with the teacher/instructor in the middle. There was this guy who I've seen from time to time across from me, slightly off to my right. As with yoga, there was a lot of bending forward. Each time I look up, I see him looking. Fair play, I guess, cos we were all in that position. It got a little...funny, I suppose, in this instance, when all of us had our heads facing forward and you see his to one side trying to get a better look, while trying and failing horrendously, to look inconspicuous. I guess I can brush this one off though, given the circumstances.
This last one, a little more blatant. Had a meeting with a potential vendor last week. He came by the office and was presenting his stuff, and everytime he was standing close, he was looking down my top. At first, I leaned back, and he, without skipping a beat, looked away and continued talking. But he kept coming in closer each time I sat forward to read whatever he was showing me. Given, he must have thought he was being discreet, but dude...really. We always know. I ended that meeting real quick and passed it on to another colleague to follow up on it. I guess there's a time and place for everything, and clearly we are always in disagreement on what that is.
Hmm...clearly I was feeling a lot more 'blueish' this morning when I started this post (I have just re-read the entire thing and was this close to deleting it but I'll let it stand. Why the hell not..). It is now post lunch and I just had the...ok, not THE most inappropriate lunch, but one hell of an inappropriate lunch. And I've just moved from feeling 'blueish' to downright "pissed-the-fuck-off-i'm-ready-to-rip-your-throat-out" mode.
This lunch meeting was set last Friday with a recently acquired (not my account) that I had met a few weeks ago while on a business trip to Malaysia. When I first got the mail, I thought it must have been something we had talked about briefly while I met him on my trip. I didn't give it too much thought until yesterday when he called (had no idea how he got my cell phone number) to confirm our lunch today. I spoke with the boss to let him know in case I was going to be stepping on toes, more specifically, the current account manager's toes, given the deal with this particular company was recently closed. Anyways, I found out that no one in particular is managing the account and had thought the meeting was called so this could speak to me with regards to that.
Turns out I was brutally mistaken. I show up 5 minutes early and he was already waiting. He had picked a fancy restaurant and even picked out a quiet corner. Fine. Enough privacy for a discussion, I thought. Oh was I right. He got up from his seat to welcome me when I walked over, and surprised me with a hug rather than the expected handshake. Okay. No big deal. Then he showed me to my seat right beside his, all the time one of his hands on the small of my back, sliding lower til he was rubbing the top of my ass. I was still thinking, "okaaay. Maybe he's just..overly friendly...?"
Then we order, and he orders wine. And he sits in too close, our legs were touching. I sit a little further back, and he doesn't let up. We start talking, and nothing about work comes up. I'm keeping this in mind, figuring we'll get to it soon enough. We talk further, he laughs and starts putting his hands on mine, stroking my upper arms in a...too-friendly manner. Then I figured I'd say something (before he irks me the fuck out and I stab him in the eye with my fork ) on what must be the 50th time he's stared directly at my breasts. I pull my chair back slightly, sit back said that this wasn't work related at all, was it.
Then the ball dropped. Further. Turns out he's a friend of a friend of my ex bf, and had met him at some party recently. No fucking idea how it came up but it did and he found out who I was from my recent ex, and thought he'd try and hit it up with me. Real purpose of this lunch, as it turns out, was that he was planning a gangbang with a few of his friends and was hoping I'd willingly join their party. Throw the effects of the wine in, he also disclosed that he was rather hoping that we'd go off on a quickie somewhere, right after lunch. I was sooooo fucking pissed, I almost DID stab him in the eye.
I pulled my chair further back, asked him a rhetorical question of who the fuck he thought he was, and told him to go fuck himself. Tip of the ice berg moment. His response to that was, and i quote, "What? I thought girls like you liked parties, and I'm inviting you to one. Look, all I'm offering you is a good time.." He was mouthing off a lot more but I didn't hear him anymore at this time. I, officially, flipped. I stood up, smacked his glass of wine into him, and told him if he ever spoke to me or bothered me again, I'd cut his eye out! Or call the police on him. I can't really remember now. I was soo friggin pissed. THen I stormed out. He got up and mouthed something off and I kept screaming "go fuck yourself you creep!". Or something of the like.
In the cab on the way back here, I called and literally screamed into the ex bf's voice mail. In retrospect, no wonder the cab driver was a little...quiet the entire journey back. So yeah, now that I've collected my thoughts, somewhat, I am still fucking pissed. How can some people be soooo fucking full of themselves?! Like really. One more reason to kick him in the nuts if and when I see him. Both of them. Gonna try and get back to work now. Sheesh...
The fucking audacity of some people who think that they are "all that". Fucking hell...
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Good times, bad times, gimme some'o that!
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Posted:Mar 31, 2014 9:50 pm
Last Updated:Apr 9, 2014 3:31 pm
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Ha...fancy that. I'm here posting again. A day after my last post. Must be one'of them days when I'm feeling...hmm...can't find an appropriate word to describe it. But anyhow...
Yesterday evening, Mr Married offered to give me a ride back after work. It was a nice gesture. Except that he had rode his bike instead of usually driving. I used to call his bike his mid-life crisis purchase, but then again, I could say the same thing about his car. Anyways, he offered and I had considered. So after work, we walked down to the parking lot and he handed me a helmet, which I put on. Then came the moment where I had to climb up onto the back seat. I was in a short denim miniskirt yesterday and it was virtually impossible to climb up on the back seat of a motorbike. Hang on a minute. Let's try that again. It was impossible to climb up onto the back seat of a motorbike AND maintain any form of decency, let alone sit on it. The only way I could have sat on it was to hike my skirt so far up, my ass would be exposed. And it would have been uncomfortable. I was better off taking it off.
I've ridden on bikes in miniskirts before, so I know how it's done. I just am not thrilled to do that here. I've also seen other people do it too, AND do it with....a more dignified approach. I just don't get it. How'd they manage that? Ah well, not something I'd figure out anytime soon, I reckon. So no, I didn't catch that ride last evening, and ended up heading back on my own. Which, as it turned out, was kinda refreshing. Sort of, in a herded sheep, one-of-the-masses kinda of way. But aren't we all though? Herded sheep, I mean. At some point. :S
And, last night, over dinner at home, I was chatting with a friend (via texting over the phone. Which really felt like she was actually there. Well, she does have some presence...) about another couple, both friends of ours, who are heading towards divorce. It's inevitably painful, either way you see it. But one point of a fairly long and many-pointed story, was that she, the lady in the relationship, was going to sue him, the guy in that relationship, for everything. Granted, she caught him cheating on her. But the point was...ok, well, not THE point, but maybe one of many. I'm pretty sure there are more issues than that, and most of which no one else would know about. But in any case, my thought on that matter (the point about her wanting to sue him) was, if that was necessary.
They are both working professionals, and from what it appears to me, are making comfortable living on their own. I doubt she needed the extra cash. So I surmised that it was part of the "getting-back-at-him" thing that she's thinking of suing in the first place. I know I know....it's always easy for me to say, but is that even necessary? Would that make her feel better? I dunno...
They are both friends of mine, and I am not taking sides. He fucked up, from what it appears to be. And they seem to be on...relatively good terms still. Like they are both on talking terms, at least. Hmm...I dunno. Rather selfishly, I immediately thought back on my own recently failed relationship, cos it DID end in similar fashion. IF we were married, would I have done the same thing? Damn...it wasn't not too long ago that I remember seeing them so happy together. Its quite sad. Ah well...
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The Money Shot. Ouch. What a fuck up
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Posted:Mar 30, 2014 9:00 pm
Last Updated:Apr 9, 2014 3:30 pm
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Wow..it's taken awhile for this post since my last one. Figured I'd post about this.
It's been about 2 months since I split with the ex bf and I have since refrained from contacting any of my male booty calls. Wasn't sure why, but somehow or rather, I figured that had helped with my getting over my failed relationship. In any case, one of my partners, Mr Married, who I now also work with, has been asking if I want to meet up after work. Granted, he's been more than supportive, but I still declined. So after abt 2 months of non-physical contact with the male species, I agreed to meet him on Saturday morning for a game of tennis.
Well, we dressed for it, and met up at the office. I got there a little late and unsurprisingly, he was on the phone, discussing work with I-don't-know-who. I went in, made as little noise as possible and put my bag down by his desk. I could smell the soap on him, and for some reason, the smell of a freshly showered Mr Married, was quite intoxicating
I spun him round slowly, hiked my skirt up and crept up onto his lap and sat on him. He tried pushing me away (well, he didn't try too hard..). I pushed his hands away, pulled off my top and pressed his face into my breasts. LOL It was meant more to be funny than anything else, on my part, but he used his free hand to squeeze my ass and pulled me down onto his already hard crotch. I'm like, ok. This is how its going down. I pulled away from him, and at this time, he was already pulling my panties down halfway, and I pulled them off, took it in my hands and shoved it into his face. I then started to undo his shorts and he slid his hips forward in his seat to make it easier, and his pants were off. I licked the inside of his thighs, upwards and started work on his balls. I was licking and sucking on them, and moved on to the tip of his dick. I was licking it, kissing the tip of his dick and just playing with it. Took him a split second to hang up the phone, threw his handset somewhere and grabbed the sides and back of my head and shoved his dick into my mouth, driving the tip of his dick down my throat.
Took me awhile before I had to come up for air and I was already making a slobbering mess all over his crotch. I sucked hard on the tip while stroking his dick and massaged his balls when he tensed up, pulled his dick out and shot a fairly huge load on me. It caught me by surprise, and one of the shots, hit me in the eye. It. Wasn't. Pleasant. :S I turned my head from the shock of it hitting my eye, and he continued to shoot his load all over the side of my face and got a fair bit in my hair. At this time, I was on my knees, bent over with my hands on my eye, which was shut, and a whole lot of messy saliva-cum mixture in between. Took him a good 30 seconds to recover and realized that I was in pain, and he helped me up, and I walked, completely blinded, wit his help, to the washroom to try and wash it out.
I managed to wash it out, but it had left my entire left eye red and sore. Needless to say, that kinda put an end to the weekend plans and it's been a day an a half since then, and my eye is still feeling odd. It's not red anymore but now I'm genuinely concerned about it cos it still hurts a little. The thing is, what the hell am I supposed to tell the doctor if I go tonight. Sheesh...
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High school bullshit
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Posted:Mar 15, 2014 8:36 pm
Last Updated:May 11, 2024 2:27 pm
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This week has been a bit frantic, even by my standards. Honestly, I'm still reeling from the recent split from the bf and have been getting back into the groove, meaning my weekends where I used to spend time with the now ex. (Am a little distracted now too so, pardon my scatterbrain-ness). ANyways, this entire week, a friend of mine has been bugging me to accompany her to a beach resort in Thailand. She has been....somewhat....infatuated with a particular guy and she found out that he would be in this particular place, and has decided to, rather...juvenile-ishly, and embarrassingly, follow him to this place. When I say follow, I use the term rather loosely. The term "stalk" does pop into mind, but what do I know?
After hounding me for the better part of the week, I agreed, only IF I could get plane tickets cos it WAS a bit late. Another friend of ours found me a ticket early Thursday morning, to fly on Friday evening. So I guess I was tagging along. I checked the resort out online and it looked like it was a party place so I made an appointment to get my waxing done and the only time that was available was late afternoon on Thursday. Wasn't too concerned cos I was only keeping a landing strip, but figured I'd whip out my tiniest bikini on this trip so I decided to get it all off. I got there a little earlier and was waiting for my turn when my phone rang. It was something I had been working on and I decided I HAD to take it, so I did. 30 seconds into the call, the waxing therapist called me in and I had to take this work call, while getting waxed. It. Was. Weird. I've taken calls when I had someone's head between my legs before, on numerous occasions, but none that I had to actively participate in. So...yea, I'm gonna add this one into oddest things I have ever done. Holding a discussion, trying hard to concentrate on a tele-conversaion while spread eagled with someone applying hot wax on my nether regions Not even gonna touch on the pain and having to control :S
Went back, packed my bags, or rather bag. I didn't pack much. Wasn't planning to wear much. So anyways, I go in to work for half a day on Friday, then leave for the airport. On my way there, my friend, the same one who has been bugging me the entire time to accompany her, decides NOT to go. The only reason I overpaid for my ticket, and this after my other friend took time to hunt for one, the reason i am and have blew my budget on expensive air tickets and lodging and such, decides not to go. After a phone call with my other friend, the one who booked the air tickets for me, we decided we'd go on our own regardless. So we did.
And so far, since we got here, it's been non-stop partying. Or rather, more accurately, the party here has been non-stop. We, or I, have been drifting in and out, mostly I'm just enjoying my break and the sun. And my drinks.  A lotta pretty people here. And I think I might have also maxed out my tolerance of creeps. I get it. It's a resort for partying. Some people literally come here to party, and hook ups come with it. Maybe it's the mood I'm in, but I'm kinda not really interested in sleeping with you after barely 10minutes of trying to get to know me. And a lot of it are weak attempts too. LOL Still, I suppose I appreciate the brutal upfront-ness of it all. It's honest
Although truth be told, there ARE some really nice looking eye candy here. My friend, on the other hand, held nothing back and is currently, still in the bathroom with her hookup from last evening Hence my distracted disposition.  One good thing though, I'm never short of company. Haha..got up, went for breakfast alone and ended up joining a table. Guess I'll find out why that friend of mine pulled out last minute when I get back tonight. In the meantime, I still have a few hours before we leave. Think we'll head down to the pool again. I am sooo needing a few days to recover from this weekend Til next time
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High school bullshit
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Posted:Mar 15, 2014 8:22 pm
Last Updated:May 11, 2024 2:27 pm
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This week has been a bit frantic, even by my standards. Honestly, I'm still reeling from the recent split from the bf and have been getting back into the groove, meaning my weekends where I used to spend time with the now ex. (Am a little distracted now too so, pardon my scatterbrain-ness). ANyways, this entire week, a friend of mine has been bugging me to accompany her to a beach resort in Thailand. She has been....somewhat....infatuated with a particular guy and she found out that he would be in this particular place, and has decided to, rather...juvenile-ishly, and embarrassingly, follow him to this place. When I say follow, I use the term rather loosely. The term "stalk" does pop into mind, but what do I know?
After hounding me for the better part of the week, I agreed, only IF I could get plane tickets cos it WAS a bit late. Another friend of ours found me a ticket early Thursday morning, to fly on Friday evening. So I guess I was tagging along. I checked the resort out online and it looked like it was a party place so I made an appointment to get my waxing done and the only time that was available was late afternoon on Thursday. Wasn't too concerned cos I was only keeping a landing strip, but figured I'd whip out my tiniest bikini on this trip so I decided to get it all off. I got there a little earlier and was waiting for my turn when my phone rang. It was something I had been working on and I decided I HAD to take it, so I did. 30 seconds into the call, the waxing therapist called me in and I had to take this work call, while getting waxed. It. Was. Weird. I've taken calls when I had someone's head between my legs before, on numerous occasions, but none that I had to actively participate in. So...yea, I'm gonna add this one into oddest things I have ever done. Holding a discussion, trying hard to concentrate on a tele-conversaion while spread eagled with someone applying hot wax on my nether regions Not even gonna touch on the pain and having to control :S
Went back, packed my bags, or rather bag. I didn't pack much. Wasn't planning to wear much. So anyways, I go in to work for half a day on Friday, then leave for the airport. On my way there, my friend, the same one who has been bugging me the entire time to accompany her, decides NOT to go. The only reason I overpaid for my ticket, and this after my other friend took time to hunt for one, the reason i am and have blew my budget on expensive air tickets and lodging and such, decides not to go. After a phone call with my other friend, the one who booked the air tickets for me, we decided we'd go on our own regardless. So we did.
And so far, since we got here, it's been non-stop partying. Or rather, more accurately, the party here has been non-stop. We, or I, have been drifting in and out, mostly I'm just enjoying my break and the sun. And my drinks. A lotta pretty people here. And I think I might have also maxed out my tolerance of creeps. I get it. It's a resort for partying. Some people literally come here to party, and hook ups come with it. Maybe it's the mood I'm in, but I'm kinda not really interested in sleeping with you after barely 10minutes of trying to get to know me. And a lot of it are weak attempts too. LOL Still, I suppose I appreciate the brutal upfront-ness of it all. It's honest
Although truth be told, there ARE some really nice looking eye candy here. My friend, on the other hand, held nothing back and is currently, still in the bathroom with her hookup from last evening Hence my distracted disposition. One good thing though, I'm never short of company. Haha..got up, went for breakfast alone and ended up joining a table. Guess I'll find out why that friend of mine pulled out last minute when I get back tonight. In the meantime, I still have a few hours before we leave. Think we'll head down to the pool again. I am sooo needing a few days to recover from this weekend Til next time
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High school bullshit
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Posted:Mar 15, 2014 8:07 pm
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2014 2:21 pm
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This week has been a bit frantic, even by my standards. Honestly, I'm still reeling from the recent split from the bf and have been getting back into the groove, meaning my weekends where I used to spend time with the now ex. (Am a little distracted now too so, pardon my scatterbrain-ness). ANyways, this entire week, a friend of mine has been bugging me to accompany her to a beach resort in Thailand. She has been....somewhat....infatuated with a particular guy and she found out that he would be in this particular place, and has decided to, rather...juvenile-ishly, and embarrassingly, follow him to this place. When I say follow, I use the term rather loosely. The term "stalk" does pop into mind, but what do I know?
After hounding me for the better part of the week, I agreed, only IF I could get plane tickets cos it WAS a bit late. Another friend of ours found me a ticket early Thursday morning, to fly on Friday evening. So I guess I was tagging along. I checked the resort out online and it looked like it was a party place so I made an appointment to get my waxing done and the only time that was available was late afternoon on Thursday. Wasn't too concerned cos I was only keeping a landing strip, but figured I'd whip out my tiniest bikini on this trip so I decided to get it all off. I got there a little earlier and was waiting for my turn when my phone rang. It was something I had been working on and I decided I HAD to take it, so I did. 30 seconds into the call, the waxing therapist called me in and I had to take this work call, while getting waxed. It. Was. Weird. I've taken calls when I had someone's head between my legs before, on numerous occasions, but none that I had to actively participate in. So...yea, I'm gonna add this one into oddest things I have ever done. Holding a discussion, trying hard to concentrate on a tele-conversaion while spread eagled with someone applying hot wax on my nether regions Not even gonna touch on the pain and having to control :S
Went back, packed my bags, or rather bag. I didn't pack much. Wasn't planning to wear much. So anyways, I go in to work for half a day on Friday, then leave for the airport. On my way there, my friend, the same one who has been bugging me the entire time to accompany her, decides NOT to go. The only reason I overpaid for my ticket, and this after my other friend took time to hunt for one, the reason i am and have blew my budget on expensive air tickets and lodging and such, decides not to go. After a phone call with my other friend, the one who booked the air tickets for me, we decided we'd go on our own regardless. So we did.
And so far, since we got here, it's been non-stop partying. Or rather, more accurately, the party here has been non-stop. We, or I, have been drifting in and out, mostly I'm just enjoying my break and the sun. And my drinks. A lotta pretty people here. And I think I might have also maxed out my tolerance of creeps. I get it. It's a resort for partying. Some people literally come here to party, and hook ups come with it. Maybe it's the mood I'm in, but I'm kinda not really interested in sleeping with you after barely 10minutes of trying to get to know me. And a lot of it are weak attempts too. LOL Still, I suppose I appreciate the brutal upfront-ness of it all. It's honest
Although truth be told, there ARE some really nice looking eye candy here. My friend, on the other hand, held nothing back and is currently, still in the bathroom with her hookup from last evening Hence my distracted disposition. One good thing though, I'm never short of company. Haha..got up, went for breakfast alone and ended up joining a table. Guess I'll find out why that friend of mine pulled out last minute when I get back tonight. In the meantime, I still have a few hours before we leave. Think we'll head down to the pool again. I am sooo needing a few days to recover from this weekend Til next time
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Bittersweet symphony
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Posted:Mar 8, 2014 9:19 pm
Last Updated:Mar 13, 2014 4:26 pm
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So another weekend has passed, or is passing, and here is another blog. Maybe I'm venting. I've been..venting quite a bit of late. Then again, I think I have good reason to. Been wanting to post about the breakup between the bf and I (although I guess now he's the ex bf now) but gave myself a few days to clear my head. So now, about 10 days later, I find I'm leaning towards a more gratitude-oriented post.
So yeah, the bf and I have decided to take a break from each other, although realistically, it's probably more of a "calling-it-quits" than a break. It has been building up, but only for a short while, and things were going really well before that, but, what the hell. It's over, and I'm getting through the mourning stage. What has helped though, are people that remind you, or in this case, me, that they are your friends and they are there for me. Case in point - I was flying back after a short work trip yesterday early afternoon and after touching down, I switched on my phone and got a few messages from Mr Married, saying he'd come to pick me up. This after me telling him earlier that it wasn't necessary. So yea, nice surprise. It's nice to see him taking the "friend" part of the fwb relationship seriously too. We grabbed lunch, hung out, he kept me company and sent me home. It was nice
I then met up with L, the girl from the gym, later in the evening and took her up on her offer of it being my turn to do the tying. I can't say it wasn't premeditated cos I had brought my...stuff, to her place And I have been thinking about it since we were last together. So from the get go, I tied her hands behind her back, and ended up sitting on her face and grinding myself to sweet ecstasy. Of course, there was a lot of hair pulling and spanking, and little details I'm leaving out, but I ended with her kneeling on the edge of her bed with clothes pegs on each of her nipples and me going to town on her with my strap on. Again, I've never been one to be excessive with this but, I guess in my current emotional state, I did end up being a little excessive
She told me after that she was a little surprised, and wasn't expecting me to take things to the next level so quickly. I guess that makes two of us. It was...oddly cathartic Anyhow, now the ball is back in her court and its her turn next. I'm still not crazy on the idea of every physical session between us will involve either one of us getting tied up. Or down, for that matter, but will see how far this goes. For now, at least.
Am also a little apprehensive on jumping headlong into another relationship in the midst of dealing with the ashes of another. But its kinda hard when we've already progressed to...well, what we've been doing to each other SSSooooo....yea. Gonna have to sort out quite a bit of things, I say. Actually, more so like just riding it out.
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A very long week; the Culmination of it
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Posted:Mar 2, 2014 12:24 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2014 6:49 pm
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I am still reeling from a pretty damn long weekend, and am now still contemplating if I should go on a date. If I do, I really should go get ready...
In any case, this has been my week. Or rather, more accurately, my end of this week. The girl that chatted me up in the locker room at the gym, we've been going out quite frequently over the last few weeks. When we talked earlier, I decided I'd tell her the truth. After all, she DID approach me...and so I did. She didn't want to get involved with me at first, mainly cos she had issues with me being already attached. And attached to a few people to boot. But she kept calling, and we kept meeting. Initially, she was extremely curious (I guess that's one way to put it) about how it, as in me being attached to a few people, worked. I just ran with the truth with all of her questions, and the more I opened up, the more she did. So after, I guess you can call it dating, for close to a month, which doesn't seem very long but it feel like a lot longer, mainly cos we saw each other almost every day. Anyhow, one evening this past week, we were walking from the gym one afternoon and I fed her grapes. I was eating it and offered, and she said yes. So i took one and fed it to her, and for whatever reason, instead if taking it, she took the grape into her mouth together with my finger. She sucked and licked my finger and, oddly, I almost came. LOL It was the most erotic finger suck I had ever experienced. It wasn't like it was anything different, but I guess it was how I felt at the time.
I then asked her, (and I am pretty sure my voice was quivering cos I was almost shaking, my legs went weak) what she was doing, and she cooly replied, "I think I want to take you home with me. Now". We hopped into a cab, and all the way there, I was literally wiggling in my seat. Nothing happened in the cab, but the tension was...unbearable. We kept looking into each other's eyes the whole way back. When we got back to her place (not the first time I was there) I went straight to her kitchen to grab a drink. Figured I needed to calm down. I didn't get that drink. She pressed me up against her fridge (at this point, maybe I should note that she's about half a head taller than I am) and we kissed. Oh did we kissed
It took awhile, and it felt like forever, we just kissed and fondled. Then slowly the clothes got peeled off. Then we moved into the bedroom. And THEN I find out she's really into S&M. She told me she wanted to cuff me to her bed. And I was a little apprehensive, to be honest. But I went with it, and she did cuff me to her bed. Except by "cuff me to the bed', she actually meant cuff my hands to the foot of the bed, with my head resting in the bed, and me standing and bent over a clothes rack. So at that point, my head was pressed into the bed cos my hands were cuffed down low, my legs were straight cos I can't bend them due to the clothes rack and she had put something between my legs so my legs were apart, ass in the air. Nothing so...vulnerable than that!
She came by, teased a little. Ok, teased me a LOT. Spanked my ass a bit, then made me cum real hard Which wasn't difficult cos I was actually ready to cum when I got into the cab! I've only ever been tied down or cuffed by people that I've gone out with for quite some time, and this was a first for me. Considering I've only known her a month. But that was interesting. Am meeting her again tomorrow morning for tennis so...we'll see what happens. Apparently its my turn to do the cuffing, if I want to We'll see.
Speaking of which, I gotta go get ready. I'm gonna be late!
Will post what else transpired over the weekend. Some...bitter sweet news, I guess. Have a good week y'all!
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Blast from the past!
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Posted:Feb 22, 2014 10:45 pm
Last Updated:Feb 25, 2014 7:52 am
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A few years ago, waaay back when I was still partying like...the world was gonna end, I found myself, in an intoxicated stupor, ducking under a table in a club (which I am somewhat thankful, doesn't exist anymore), and giving head to these two cute guys I had met. It's not one of my finest moments, I admit, but I remember it distinctively cos, well, for one, they were both cute; and two, when one of my friends came by and grabbed me, and dragged me out of the club, I still had cum on my face. Yes yes...like I said, not my finest moments, but at least it now makes for a good story and a laugh. Cringe-worthy, but anyways.
I went running with the bf earlier this morning by the beach and lo and behold, I see one of the two guys, still cute, but aged, with his family. We had, unknowingly, parked right right beside him but with an empty lot between us. He was carrying a few bags and his wife was pushing a pram. The minute I saw him I found him somewhat familiar. Then as I walked with the bf past him, we kinda caught each other's eye and it seemed like we recognized each other at that instant. He smiled, and so did I. I was a little torn between wanting to bury my embarrassment under a rock, and bursting out laughing and going over to slap him in the back I just giggled to myself slightly and I could see he was equally amused. The bf and I joined his friends and went for our run, and through the run, I was contemplating if I should have told him. Hmm...maybe I still will
Another thing I noticed, I quite like running behind guys. As in, I enjoy the view of them from behind When the calves flex and all. Hahaha...I didn't think I would, especially with running, but what do ya know...so yea, I told the guys to run in front for that reason. And they were nice enough to accommodate. After all, they deliberately stay behind me when we cycle, for the exact same reason.
Anyhow, just some random weekend post. Have a good week all!
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A much needed reprieve
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Posted:Feb 15, 2014 9:26 pm
Last Updated:Feb 17, 2014 4:29 pm
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As I sit here, enjoying the scenery and lunch, awaiting my transport back to the airport to head home, i can't help but feel sad that my much enjoyed holiday has come to an end. I am also pondering a few other things, but first things first.
It's not even been a month since I've had my relatives move in with me and I've been feeling really...claustrophobic, of sorts. So, when the moment presented itself, I jumped on it and have spent the last few days lazing by the pool somewhere in Thailand. I was a little worried at first cos we (the bf and  were going to be traveling with two other couples, but it actually turned out a LOT better than I expected. We all knew each other but have never traveled together before. The first two days, we all were a bit apprehensive and distant with each other, which was a real waste cos the place we rented had our own pool. Fortunately, we all eased up and I actually managed to get rid of all tan lines
Anyways, yesterday while we were all lazing around in the sun, we decided to play frisbee in the small yard we had. Most of us were sunning ourselves nude and didn't really bother to cover up, and I realized, it's equally enjoyable for the girls (ok, maybe just for me) to see the guys, of various shapes, girth, length and sizes, dangling and swinging around while running around. LOL It's not like it's the first time I seen nude guys running around but, I don't remember enjoying myself that much. Hahahaa
Another thing I noticed, one of the evenings, we rented bikes and rode out to one of the pubs and caught some football (that's soccer, just to clarify) which was showing at the pub. It must have been a live match cos the guys started getting really into it. At one point, the bf was intently watching the game and was half sitting on a barstool, and I squeezed in between the bar and him to grab my drink, and ended kind of leaning into and sitting on his lap. Then I got really surprised. He was spotting a super hard on! LOL
I've read about it before, when guys (some guys..? I don't know for sure..) watch sports or something of the like, and testosterone starts pumping or something...and it results in an erection. Anyways, after the initial surprise, we were laughing it off, and I found myself backing into him a little more and before you know it, I was grinding into him. He reciprocated by grabbing my hips and pressing himself into me. I wasn't even sure if anyone was watching us, we both stood up and I reached back behind me ,and stuck my hand down his pants and started jerking him off. I guess we weren't as discreet as we thought, cos his friends came by and surrounded us to cover us I wasn't expecting it, but he came in his pants and got some on my hands. LOL
We ran out right after cos I kinda demanded that we ride back to our place for...my fair share of pleasuring We got back and didn't even make it into our room, and settled for one of the pool chairs. Midway through, with my legs in the air and the bf on top thrusting away, the other couples came back and we didn't even skip a beat. We laughed a little but didn't even bother stopping. Everyone was in good spirits though, and they settled in their own corners for their own fun.
There's something about being in a different place, especially a beach area, where no one knows you that makes people a lot more liberal and forgiving Maybe it's the feeling of knowing that you really don't care who's judging you. As hard as I try to live by that rule, it gets hard sometimes at home. Ah well...that's why these holidays are soo enjoyable. So yea, in a few hours, it'll be back to staying clothed, at home anyways. Happy rest of the weekend all! Hope your week was a good one!
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Ball bruising moment :P
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Posted:Feb 5, 2014 6:31 pm
Last Updated:Feb 17, 2014 4:32 pm
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An update to the really patience testing situation I have at home. In my last post, I mentioned that I have a few relatives staying over with me now. It wasn't planned, and more like last-minute-crashing-into-my-lap. But anyways, so they're here and I have lost all sense of....serenity, and a great sense of privacy. Now, to top that all off, since they're here, I've had more of their friends and relatives coming over to visit. Which, if I'm not behaving like a spoilt, selfish brat, is fine But I digress. I'm returning the favor and being the nice host and let's leave it at that. Although I can't help feeling a little..."weirded out" when I see them sit around on the couch to watch tv. I mean, that WAS my favorite place to have sex in the whole flat I DID change the covers and all. But still. Quite anti-climatic now thinking about sex and the relatives in one thought. Eeks!
Anyways, as you'd imagine, this lack of privacy at home has somewhat, hindered my sex life a little. At least with the bf. So yesterday evening I found out the relatives were heading out with some of their friends and were planning on coming back late. I took this opportunity to call the bf and, given we've both been...somewhat, deprived, wasn't hard to get him to pick me up and head back to my place. We were already fooling around in the car, then the carpark, and in the elevator so by the time we got in, it was full speed ahead. After making sure there was no one else at home, we tore off our clothes and literally fucked on the floor right behind the main door He moved me over to the dining table and bent me over and fucked me from behind. Midway through, I thought I was done getting my brains fucked out, and thought I;d do some fucking of my own. So I threw him on the couch (yeah! ) and mounted him. I was grinding and humping away on top of him when I guess I thrashed a little too hard, or vigorously, and he popped out from me and I i kinda slammed into him, and according to him, crushed his balls! LOL
All I remember was him reacting like he got shot. He cried out, bent forward, and in the process, headbutted me and I fell off him and the couch and landed on the floor. After the initial shock, I looked up and he was bent over in the fetal position on the couch, hands over his crotch, and tears rolling down his face. LOL I must've hit him pretty hard After recovering slightly, we were laughing our assess off. We didn't continue though, it was such a buzzkill He actually put an ice pack on his crotch. Hahahaa! I ended up finishing myself up in the bathroom after he left and off all the nights, the one time I had the place to myself, I have a bump on my head and a bf with bruised balls to show for it :S
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Feeling a lil like Shrek...
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Posted:Jan 29, 2014 6:04 am
Last Updated:Feb 8, 2014 8:05 pm
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I'm feeling a little...constricted of late. I've had to share my place with others before, and have had some problems with it (don't we all...) but mostly, its been smooth sailing. Given, when I was sharing my place, it was with some pretty close friends (I have only recently moved into a place of my own...well, I don't own it, but you catch my drift).
I had news last week that some relatives of mine were coming over to visit (from overseas). I'm not sure really what happened but long story short, they had problems with their initial accommodations and are now staying over with me. I don't want to be mean (they DID let me and my bf at the time, stay over when we went to the UK a few years ago), and I'm not (being mean, i mean) cos they are staying with me, but damn was I reluctant to agree. But I did, and now, I have my aunt and her husband staying with me, well, for 6 months. 6 months!! They said they'd look for someplace cos they really didn't want to intrude but, realistically, I'm thinking that's quite unlikely (it might also be due, in part, to me uttering the words, "its ok", "Don't worry about it", and "stay as long as you'd like" :S
Anyways, it's not even been a week that they've been here and I'm already finding it....a little odd, to be dressed at home I mean, come on...people who stay at home, help me out here. It's been soo long that I come home, strip, dump my clothes into the laundry bin, shower, read, mail, whatever, then sleep. Wake up, shower, do my thing, and then dress/throw some clothes on only when I leave the house. I was sitting in a corner reading earlier, and marveled at the fact that I had tights on, and suddenly felt weird enough to let out a little chuckle I've even had to have a door put in for the bathroom
Anyways, that's me whining. Moving on.
Dang it! I had wanted to write about a little partner swapping date i went on recently. Nothing happened, well, nothing exciting happened. But I thought it was a little weird..like weird funny enough to warrant putting it down in here But I gotta run. Post again soon.
Thanks for reading!
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It's only pussy, right?
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Posted:Jan 10, 2014 10:55 pm
Last Updated:Feb 8, 2014 8:08 pm
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Ok, the last post was....a little contrived, now that I've re-read it. Didn't feel like it when I was writing it, but ah..what the hell. This one's a gonna be a little fired up. I think.
Yesterday morning I was in the train heading to work and I was fortunate enough to get a seat in the train. It was probably cos I was heading to work late..but I digress. So a seat was available and I sat. I was in a skirt, and must've accidentally flashed this guy seated directly across from me while I was crossing my legs. Um..fair enough, I guess. Comes with the territory of wearing short skirts, I always say. But damn was he making a big deal out of it. He just kept staring. At one point when I was shifting in my seat, (cos mr creepy-crazy-motherfucker's been staring!) he even tiled his head to the side to try and get a better look. Like really?!? He was trying so hard he didn't even notice me glaring back at him. So through the train ride, I went from seriously creeped out, to fumingly angry, to really puzzled. Made me wonder if he was looking for gold. Or maybe he was trying to locate Wally..? LOL Even if he did see something, I mean, it's only pussy right? Probably not even that, he probably caught a glimpse of my underwear. But damn was he trying hard!!
Moving on. This morning I managed to squeeze in a workout at the gym. I was in the shower after my workout and in the locker room, while I was putting my underwear on, of all things, this lady came up to me and asked me the darndest thing - she came over, and in the nicest possible way, told me that I had a pretty nice landing strip and asked if I could introduce her to my waxing therapist. I was like, "whoa!" LOL I just broke out laughing, then said ok. I guess it was the manner in which she asked that made me drop my guard, so to speak. So I whipped out my phone and gave her the number. She then continued to talk to me and, not wanting to come across as rude, I responded. All the while thinking, I'm standing here, topless and only in my panty, talking to this person, and couldn't help noticing she had really nice eyes
Anyways, I had an inkling feeling, but kinda brushed it aside, and as we both got dressed, she asked for my number and, surprisingly, I kinda gave. (She was kinda cute..) So yea, I think I just got hit with a pick up line outta nowhere that I had ever expected. She has already texted to ask if I was available this coming week. Heh..we'll see how this goes. Maybe we won't tell the bf about this..yet. And uh...yeah! I still got it! : LOL
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