Boxers & Thongs

Diversion

2010-06-08T19:11:00.001+08:00

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http://casanovaconfessions.blogspot.com

Back after a hiatus...again

2009-11-19T14:28:00.002+08:00

Sorry for the lack of updates. Been out-stationed for a couple of weeks, and now back in Singapore, I finally decided from now on I'll just send my associates out for the minor business trips while I stay on in Singapore...for work and pleasure. *wink*

I've also decided I want this blog to be a lot more graphic from now on, and that means more photos and all, thanks to a little email I had from Lambi months ago (now that's a woman I would give anything for a fuck).

A little thought did cross my mind: I should do a raunchy posts with the ladies in Singapore who come across this blog and don't mind doing a little exhibitionism here and there, and I can post the photos here. This, especially since I'm looking for new fuck buddies and "fresh pussies" these days too heh heh.

So, any interested takers?

Hmmm

2009-09-28T14:53:00.002+08:00

I should just start up a business to give massages like so:

http://www.tube8.com/share/hand-massage-/174019/

Ladies, I do have strong fingers you know... :D

Shared dildos and vibrators

2009-09-28T11:15:00.000+08:00

Interesting to note that a former fuck-buddy has turned lesbian following the crash of her marriage.

I first met her at a pub 2 years ago, and she already had quite a reputation amongst the regular folks at the pub that she was actively seeking men seeing her marriage was an arrangement of convenience. We hooked up, had sex a couple of times, and after that I somehow lost the interest in her (I’m sorry to admit that), and we didn’t contact each other for a while after that.
Recently, she texted me on MSN and we chatted, and she had a picture of her girlfriend, both looking very butch with short hair and all, and that was when she said she wasn’t into guys anymore and was into lesbian relationships.

I have to admit, it’s a pretty hard thought, especially when I started recalling the times we’ve spent in the bedroom, and it’s quite a shame for the guys, I would say. Still, I think we’ve rekindled our friendship, and honestly, I wasn’t hopeful of getting her in bed again. She’s a nice girl at the end of the day in terms of personality, bubbly and loves to joke, and it was nice talking to her again after all this while.

The one thing I can’t figure is how she could remain married to her husband just to keep up with appearances and continue her relationship with her permanent girlfriend. Sure, they have a kid, and probably the kid’s the only reason why they’re still together—but wouldn’t it be awkward for the guy to know he’s being cuckolded—not by another man, but another woman?
Not that I am interested to know, really, because that’s his problem, not mine. I just find it amusing how the whole thing is turning out for her and the husband. Then again, given her circumstances, a woman would be a better companion—especially one who’s in the same situation as she is.

...although I must say if both of them had kept their hair long, it would be interesting to watch the two women in action. :P

Poor Miss World Singapore...

2009-09-25T14:07:00.009+08:00

Now I don't care what's said in the press about her bad English and all, let's just say I wouldn't mind doing her once. Maybe she may sound a lot better with a dick in her mouth, you know.

...but it will only be one fuck, and after that, it's "thank you, boomz your way out"

The economics of sex.

2009-09-25T09:49:00.001+08:00

Now I don’t want anyone thinking otherwise about me, but while I don’t intend to put anyone down, I hate to think that even in this day and age, and after 100 years of “progress”, the stage is still pretty much a case of “no money, no honey”.

I mean, let’s face it: the guy with the bigger wallet, flashier car and the works will land himself a gorgeous woman who would drop her clothes on “go” far easier than the other guys in the room. And while I won’t go so far as to say all women are equally materialistic, fact remains that most women (at least the ones in Singapore anyway) expect to land themselves a man that’s either well-to-do for security (if they’re looking for a partner), or allows them to reap some form of benefit (if it’s just going to be a casual fuck).

Ok, I realised I’ve just made sweeping statements. But how many times have I come across women who expect me to buy expensive gifts and treat them to fancy restaurants while remaining very much the cock-teaser? Or maybe it’s just the kind of women I’ve been hooking up with happen to be the materialistic sort—still, prove me wrong, somebody, that a low-level employee at the office is capable of landing women in bed instead of envying the manager or senior partner of the firm who gets to fuck sexy secretaries that change faces every other month.

And with the recession and folks getting retrenched and such, I don’t find it surprising that some of my friends have had problems keeping their little mistresses and girlfriends on the side. It’s called “friendship with benefits”—and the benefits extend (more often than not) beyond just an orgasmic experience to keep the woman interested in the friendship. Over drinks the other night, a business associate confided that he noticed how he seemed to have “lost” his sex appeal after he downgraded from his Lotus Elise to a Toyota (maybe it’s just his imagination), while another associate whom I do a lot of business deals with said with threats of job losses looming, he seemed to pick up quite a hit list given the number of women at his workplace who willingly drop their skirts for him during those after-office hours to keep their jobs.

Again, I realise it could all just be talk—you know how it’s like when a bunch of guys get together and talk.

In any case, all that doesn’t matter to me, really. What matters is I remain at the top of my game, and while I’ve been busy with work getting things together, it doesn’t necessarily mean I’m out of touch or down on my luck when it comes to women.

And yes, I decided to get myself a date with one of my regular FBs tonight. ;)

Hubba hubba.

2009-09-23T12:49:00.002+08:00

I’ve been away for a long time, I know. In my absence, I have been busy setting up a private equity fund, and that certainly took up a bit of my time.

I guess there’s the inevitable trade-off: either you spend more time on work, or you give in to your indulgences.

And I have to admit: while I had been busy running around getting things up to speed, certainly the last thing on my mind was finding someone to fuck—and other than the regular girlfriend, I didn’t really go out there to meet new people.

Although I have to say I wish I had. I went to the pub yesterday and tried to do a little pick-up just to see if I could get lucky, and I realised I’m a little rusty. Not that I was turned down, no, but certainly beyond the casual chat over drinks, I just didn’t feel like setting out to get the woman in bed.

I wonder if she was thinking there’s something wrong with this guy: he came, set himself up, and then just when she thought there’d be an invitation over to my place, I backed off, gave her a name card and just said, “let’s catch up some other day.”

Anti-climatic, I guess, but then again, she wasn’t exactly someone I’d put in my “To Do” list (literally, that is).

Well I’m back in the hunt, and we’ll see what comes up then.

Teacher and student

2009-08-27T14:54:00.002+08:00

"You've been a bad girl today, it seems…"

My tone was harsh as you entered the room. Despite my demeanor, deep inside my head I was consciously fighting an urge, willing myself not to get a hard on as my gaze laid upon you.

You were dressed in your schoolgirl outfit: white blouse and navy blue skirt, ankle socks and sneakers. Beneath your white blouse you were wearing a black bra, and as far as I could see, it had lace on it.

You look at me with your large dark eyes, giving me a look as if you were sorry for whatever it is you had done.

"Well, you do know why you're here on detention today, don't you", I asked, my voice lowered slightly from the tone I used prior. You knew you got me with that look you gave, and your mind races to figure out how you could twist your headmaster around your little finger so you could get away with things.

"Please sir, what did I do?", you asked, your voice shaky but nevertheless husky.

"I've been told by your teachers that you've been skipping classes and you were caught making out with boys at the stadium—in full view of the students having soccer practice in the field."

In reality, there was a tinge of jealousy in me as I pictured sweet little you in the hands of the adolescent useless bums, your body being caressed by their hands, their lips upon yours.

Still, I'm the headmaster, and everyone, guy or girl, in the school was at my mercy.

"In addition, you have also been wearing coloured bras underneath your blouse, and just the other day, your form teacher Mr Lee reported that you didn't wear a bra at all."

…and he took snapshots of you using his camera phone, under the pretext of gathering "evidence", and afterward, he forced you to give him a handjob when everyone left the classroom before he betrayed your little secret to me.

"And last but not least, a student councilor reported that you had been touching yourself during lectures, and here's the video evidence"

That prick had taken shots of you in the deed without your knowledge, and God only knows how many times he wanked himself off watching the video over and over again, before he reported the incident to me.

"Please sir, I won't do it again", you begged, your large eyes brimming with tears already. Yet inside, you're not sorry for what you did—if anything, you were secretly smiling in the knowledge that even the high and mighty headmaster was just probably finding excuses to make you stay back because of his lust. Why else would he have chosen for you to do detention in a deserted classroom on the top floor where nobody would go to anyway?

I fiddle with my pen as my eyes continued watching you. I wanted to get the interrogation over and done with so another form of interrogation could begin.

Your large eyes never left me, and still in that innocent schoolgirl gaze, your lips part slowly.

"Please sir, what can I do?" you start to whimper.

Then without warning, your hands reach down, and you hike up the skirt high, showing off your bare pussy—clean shaven, glistening.

I feel my cock growing hard.

One hand still holding the skirt, you use the other to start stroking at your beautiful pussy. You sigh softly, and still your eyes never leaving me. You smile, knowing you got the advantage now.

"What do you think you're doing, young lady", I demanded.

You never said a word as you place your wet fingers in your mouth, your little tongue flicking as you taste your own juices.

The you take the blouse off and unhook your bra, showing off your perky young nipples and breasts to me. I note two well developed breasts, more beautiful than those of even some of the grown-up women I've had.

You unzip your skirt to reveal your lovely naked young body to me. I can't help but place my hand on my crotch, rubbing slowly against my hard cock.

You walk over to me, naked, save for your white sneakers. Then you stop just in front of me, turn around to put your hands on the desk in front, push your supple sexy ass out.

"If I have been a bad girl, then spank me sir. Spank me hard", you whisper.

I stand up and walk towards you, my nostrils taking in the sweet scent of you.

I place my hands on your ass, touching it, admiring its loveliness. How could I bear to hurt a beautiful creature thus?

But it had to be done, and I slap my hands across your butt. You cry out, and I strike hard across your ass again, my fingers leaving faint streaks of red on your fair skin.

One, two, three... and then I stop, my hands squeezing and rubbing on your bare naked ass instead.

You hold your hair with one hand, and your head turns to look at me.

"What are you doing, sir?", you ask.

"What do you think I'm doing?", I reply, and I get on my knees, smelling your pussy and ass, and planting kisses on them. I lick and suck at your moist pussy lips, you sigh loudly.

"Please sir, fuck me with your tongue", you said through bated breath.

I obeyed, pushing my face into your lovely ass, loving the smell of you, the taste of you as my tongue probes in deep into your pussy, flickering, pushing. You moan, and you grind your ass in my face, probing me to do more.

"I can't take this any more, my little darling, and I must have you", I protested.

"Fuck me then", you replied.

I proceeded to take my shirt off, and then my pants. Your eyes look at me as I strip, your hands idly fingering yourself as you sit on the desk, watching me.

"You're so fit, sir", you licked your lips. "No wonder you teach PE. You know, I've been noticing you for a while, especially when you coach during rugby classes..."

"Really, so what do you do then?"

"Exactly what I'm doing now", you replied in your husky voice.

I push you back onto the desk, spread your legs wide, and then entered you. You cry out as I thrust my hard cock into you, your tight pussy clamped tight against my cock. Lucky for you, you're well lubricated with your pussy juices so you don't feel much discomfort from the invasion of my thick cockhead pushing into you.

I pushed in deep, and worked a nice rhythm on you, my hands squeezing and moulding your breasts. You cry out loud from the feel of it all, loving it as one hand continues to rub at your clit as I fuck you missionary style.

The door suddenly bursts open, and you look up in shock.

"Just thought I'd let you know, I invited Mr Lee in for this little interrogation session", I explained, still fucking you deep.

"Oh God", you moaned through your breath, but secretly you're excited from the thought of having 2 men at the same time.

Lee fumbles to get out of his clothes, and as soon as he could, he rushes over to the desk. You take his cock into your mouth, sucking and licking it and massaging his balls as I continued to thrust in and out of you in hard and fast motions, your muffled cries from the ecstasy of getting fucked yet having your mouth full with another dick. You feel hands all over your body, over your breasts, squeezing at your nipples, rubbing your clit, squeezing your ass, but you can't figure out whose hand goes where.

I withdraw from your pussy and shoot a warm load of cum onto your soft belly. At the same time, Lee comes quickly, the shock of his ejaculation gagging you, and you muffle a soft cry.

"You have to swallow it", Lee demands, and you obey, taking the time to swallow his warm load.

"My my, what a good girl you are", I laughed. "Perhaps it's Mr Lee's turn to enter your sweet tight pussy..."

We had you standing with your hand on the desk, Lee taking you from behind. I sit on the desk, my cock inches away from your face.

"You know what to do, don't you, baby", I asked.

You nodded, as Lee pushed in deep into you, wishing he could push his balls into you as well.

You take my cock in your hands, start to lick at the bulbous head, kissing it, while you massage my balls. You put the shaft of my cock into your mouth, and I push your face closer in, wanting you to swallow my cock and balls whole. You take mouthfuls of me, as Lee continues to work on you.

"I think our little girl loves having her holes probed", I winked at Lee. He nodded, then pushes a finger into your asshole as he fucks. You cry out loud from the intrusion, loving and hating your two tormentors.

I come in your mouth, and this time, you know what to do, letting the warm load linger in your mouth for a while, and then slowly swallow. Simultaneously, Lee shoots a load into you, and as he withdraws, some of the left over cum drips onto the floor, intermixed with your own juices.

"Well I think that's all for today, don't you think", I said, as Lee and I started putting our clothes back on. You lean over the desk, exhausted, satisfied.

"But I think it won't be long before our little darling here does something bad and needs to serve detention again", I teased as I gently tweak at a nipple.

You smile as you slowly put your clothes on, secretly knowing I'm right.

Afternoon thoughts

2009-06-25T15:39:00.003+08:00

I am thinking of shooting my own amateur porn movie, and I wanna do an FFM one. Haven't got a location in mind, but if anything, I would love to do one with 2 random strangers, all 3 of us not knowing each other before, and just get it on.

Any ladies in Singapore interested? :D

Should I...

2009-06-23T14:09:00.002+08:00

...get another car? I mean, don't get me wrong, I love the current Alfa, but I'm thinking of something along the lines of a Mercedes SLK. It's a lot sleeker, bound to be a head-turner, only making out with whichever babe I drive around with in it would be a lot trickier.

And speaking of babes, I was at the Fitness First gym at One George Street this morning before work, and spotted a really dishy MILF-y looking babe. From the looks of it, I put her age to be around late thirties, and while I'm not sure if she's married or not, she looks a lot like those hot MILF type that I find so damned irresistable.

She must have noticed the way I kept looking at her, and I'll be damned, that's twice in a row that I had my workouts disrupted by women I can't get my eyes off of. Everything from her long brown-highlighted hair, her luscious lips, her taunt toned body under her gym clothes, tight ass beneath her shorts and pretty face with large dark eyes made me wish I could somehow, by the power of my thoughts, make everyone else at the gym disappear into thin air while I try to get to know her.

My regular trainer came by to say hello to me, and when he spotted me looking at the MILF, he chuckled and said "dude, you can never focus fully on training can you?". He doesn't know her name, but he said if I wanted to see more of her at the gym, make it a point to come down between 8am and 9.30am on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays cause that's her regular workout timings. And no, he doesn't think she works around the area because she never seems to change into office wear after her workouts. And he did say on Wednesdays I would get a treat because she would always take a swim before her studio classes.

I can almost picture the get-to-know-you bit already: head down to the pool tomorrow morning, do a couple of laps, spot the MILF, say hello and go "I notice you come by here often"... cheesy and old fashioned, yes, but it still works. And after that ask if she would like to have coffee together.

Seems like a plan already.

Hmmm...

2009-06-22T14:07:00.001+08:00

I really should be busy training at the moment. I mean, it's my day off, and with a fight coming up in September, I should be training for it.

But it's hard to do so when there's this cute sweet young babe in tight shorts walking around the gym with her boobs threatening to burst out of her tank top. I've seen her around here some times, and she does train in kickboxing as well, and I can tell you she caused a stirring in my loins once or twice when we met at the water cooler-- the sight of her long tanned legs, the perky tits that showed through her sports bras and tank tops, the way she'd do up her hair so you get a view of her long slender neck... I could just wrestle her to the ground and kiss that neck while grabbing on to one of her boobs. Or better yet, finger her as I hold her in a submissive lock.

Meanwhile, here I am, watching her as I type on my laptop. And I can't help taking vid clips of her walking around with the cam attached to the computer-- originally intended to capture my moves during shadow boxing to see what needs to be worked on. She's definitely a big distraction, and it's a good thing Arvind, my trainer, was done with working on my punching on the mitts, I may not be able to concentrate the way I keep ogling her.

And what would she think if she knew here I was typing away and talking about how much I'd love to suckle on her perky tits or finger her post-workout pussy? It doesn't help that she's a friendly girl who smiles at everyone, and I'm not the only guy looking at her (I suspect the trainers are vying to train her too).

Who says martial arts training is boring? :)

All right you people...

2009-06-22T12:45:00.000+08:00

First up, I would like to say for the record that it wasn't funny that a journalist from a rather pesky thrashy lunchtime tabloid picked up on the last blog and started doing "research" on me. And although I would say I give it to the guy for being able to find out so much, it certainly wasn't a good idea to have all those women in my life get compromised-- especially when you consider I was fucking around with married women.

So that was that, and if you had been fervently following the last blog, my apologies to you.

On a separate note, Saturday night had been one heck of a party held by a friend to mark his moving in to a new apartment. The dude was lucky enough to have his unit on the same floor as the swimming pool, and we spent no wasted time incorporating a pool session into the party, with bikini-clad babes and a couple of girls sporting enough to go into the water with their t-shirt and shorts...no doubt that sent the security guards up shortly after, and we had to give wet t-shirt contests a miss while the rest of us in "proper swim wear" frolicked in the pool.

I managed to hook up with Henny, a rather pretty and dishy-looking Indonesian Chinese girl working as a realtor, and she sure was a party girl through and through. And since I had her card, I thought I'd give her a call this morning for breakfast before we both went to work.

We met up at a Starbucks outlet by East Coast Park, had a nice breakfast, sharing jokes and stories at work, and then since we still had a bit of time went to the beach and sat at one of the benches looking out to sea. But for the idle tankers parked out there, it would have made for a nice scenery.

And I found myself wrapping an arm around Henny and pulled her close to me. She looked at me, then we locked lips as I held her close, and already had one hand moving up to her chest to stroke and squeeze at her breasts, her cleavage showing through the top of her blouse.

"Now that's kinda fast", she laughed but nevertheless rested her head on my shoulder as I continued rubbing and squeezing her breasts. I reached a finger under her bra and started fiddling with her hard nipple, and I could feel her hand moving down to my crotch.

"Perhaps we should just take the day off and do 'fun' things together", I mused.

"Not today, I have a meeting, and besides", she whispered, her lips close to my ears, "I'm having my period today."

So that means nothing beyond the 'casual' petting by the beach.

We finally got back to the car, and I drove her to work, my cock still hard thinking how nice it would be to have a chance with her in a bedroom.

That was that for today, at least. No doubt there is a follow-up date in a weeks' time, and by then, I guess she should be ready for whatever goes.