Hmmm

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

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...

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.

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.

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.

Afternoon thoughts

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

All right you people...

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.