Not M.I.A.
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Posted:Aug 15, 2008 9:17 pm
Last Updated:Sep 2, 2008 6:45 pm
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Hey,
I did not mean to go m.i.a. on you guys and sorry I did not reply to some of your emails as it has been really hectic at work! (Perhaps, I can use
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Sex With B And R
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Posted:Jul 28, 2008 1:54 am
Last Updated:Sep 2, 2008 6:45 pm
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I met R when I went to his ktv pub to drink with some friends. Everybody tells me that he is not a good person. M’s best friend sort of knew him too. On one occasion, only M, B and I were at R’s pub when he walked over to socialize with us. He was particularly curious about who I was. So, he asked us, “You are whose girlfriend?”
Haha… The answer is of course, neither. R did not believe and so on and so forth. But we managed to digress into talking about other things. Through out the night, he kept flirting with me, wanting to share songs and drinks. That night, I was pretty happy as earlier that evening, M told me some really good news. So, I was happy to play along all night with the crowd.
After that night, I did not go back to R’s pub until I was told that M was going to get married. I was shocked as M and his new girlfriend were only six months into dating. However, I was still very happy for him. I tried to stay away, putting a distance between us, as things will not be the same anymore. We cannot play with each other like nobody’s business.
Soon after I knew, B called me to meet up. We have no idea where to go for a drink, so I suggested R’s pub as we have been there before and the place was kind of chill out. When we reached there, R immediately noticed us and came over to say hi. This time, he wanted to exchange business cards with me, saying he might need my service. Without thinking too much, I gave him my card.
R did contact me to do some stuff for him but as prices and other factors were not right for him, he did not go ahead with the plans and we did not contact for a while.
During that period of time, B and I got closer and I began telling him about how I feel with M getting married soon. He asked if I would still meet him. I told him that as long as he is the one initiating to meet up for whatever activities, I would go if I want to. However, I will not be the one to suggest anymore.
As M’s big day got nearer, I got lonelier. He used to be there for me all the time for play and talks but then, he was always too busy and I did not want to ask. I did not know how he felt about getting married then, as I did not ask. Until about one month before his wedding, he called me out for a drink.
He said that the reason why he was going through a rushed wedding was because his parents were getting old and their health has not been too good. This conversation reminded me of the spring earlier…
M gave me a ring. He told me that the decision is mine. I said, “No.”
After saying all those things, he stared into space and in an unsure voice, he said, “If you say the word, I will not go through with the wedding.” He knew that I love him very much. But I am not willing to be with him. I told him not to forget to invite me.
Well, seeing that I am still playing the game, B stepped in. He wanted very badly to replace M. Of course, with a friend like M, it is hard to get yourself noticed. He is not exactly the most popular guy in the group. However, as I was bore, upset and drunk one night. We got together for some sex.
Subconsciously, I was upset with M for getting married at such short notice. I was not prepared to lose my best friend. By, getting in bed with his best friend, I see it as a kind of revenge? Haha… Well, B and I only had M in common, so, that is all we talked about and we came to agree that we would not tell M forever and ever. So, B and I see each other for a while, sex, some food and drinks. But it is boring.
It was not long before I started looking elsewhere.
One day, I received a call from R. We were catching up over the phone and he said that my friends and I have not been visiting his place for some time now. Then, I told him about M being married and maybe I will ask B along to his pub soon. Later that evening, I called R back to inform him that as B was busy that day, we will not be going down anymore.
However, R said that I could go down on my own and maybe go supper with him after that. I was not sure about going to a pub by myself and so, he promised to stay at my table 90% of the night and free drinks on the house. Haha… I cannot find any other reasons not to go.
It was a weekday night and there were not a lot of people around. So, R stayed chatted with me most of the night. As his partner got to leave early, I waited for him to close up. There was not much to do, so he let his girls go early too. After settling his paperwork, he came over and told me he dedicated a song and wants me to sing with him.
R is a ktv king. He can sing and drink very well. It is in fact all he knew how to do. We started singing and he walked from across the table to standing right next to me. High from the good song and drinks, he put his hands on my back and started to caress me. I knew he was trying to take advantage of the situation but I allowed him. I was upset.
That night, we had sex on the couch in his pub. He wanted me to go home with him but I refused and left in a cab. He must have thought that I was upset with him but I was not. I was upset with myself. The pleasure of sex is just so empty when it does not mean anything at all.
No matter how good the sex is with B or R, I will feel very empty right after it. I became somewhat depressed. I tried to enjoy the physical part of it by continuing to meet up with R for sex but every time right after it, I became very cold towards him. He suspected and told me once after sex, “I know that you still love M and you are using me as a substitute.” I walked away and stop contacting him afterwards.
He was right but I cannot bear to let other people see through me.
However, I am still in touch with B. We no longer meet up but we do chat on msn or sms. I once asked him, “Apart from sex, what do you like about me? Why you still keep wanting me?” B said, “You give me the girlfriend feeling.”
Sigh. No idea what I want. Perhaps sex with strangers is easier. I hope so.
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LesbianPersonals Session: #1
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Posted:Jul 24, 2008 9:27 pm
Last Updated:Jul 27, 2008 8:49 pm
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The first time I met an LesbianPersonals member was for “swimming”. Okay, not exactly but we did swim for about an hour.
We have been contacting each other on and off via sms for about two months already. He is a somewhat successful executive who live alone in a condo in town. (Maybe old money but I did not ask.) He is another workaholic and social butterfly in his early 30s.
When I reached his condo, he asked if I wanted to go up to his house first or should we meet in the clubhouse to change for swimming. It was about 8pm and kind of quiet by the pool, so I told him I will go up to change.
He opened the door before I even press the bell! Haha… When I saw him, I burst out laughing and him too. We were like, “Oh my god!” Yah, we knew each other but we have not spoken before. In the living room, we talk non-stop about who and who, so and so over beer. It was rather weird.
He was the reason why I am so worried that I might meet someone familiar here. Haha… We are both Zouksters, with many common friends on both Friendster and Facebook! We almost hang out in the same circle!
After half an hour of chatting, he said, “Do you still want to swim?” In my head, I was thinking like sh*t. I was there for a so-called swimming session with him, although I know better but now that he is someone I somewhat knew, I was kind of embarrass and not sure if I should go ahead.
Then, he said, “Actually, we can pretend we knew each other from Zouk or something. Haha… But of course, if you would rather not do anything and just chill out, I am fine with that too.”
I do not what got to me, must be the beer, I said, “No. Since I am already here, why not we go swim first and see where things lead us.” So, I changed and we went swimming.
We really did tried to swim but we kept stopping to talk. There was a lot of laughter between us, we kind of am able to click. Swimming after beer is not common for me, I kind of became really naughty. I do not know who initiated anything but we were soon tickling each other, then “obviously” touching each other.
One thing leading into another so quickly, we were making out in the pool before we knew it. I could feel his hard on pressing on my butt as he hugged me from behind. As there was no one in the area, I tacked on his berms and took out his penis and started stroking it.
We were so close to each other that I could hear him moaning in my ears and his right hand cupping on my left breast, pinching my nipple. Both my nipples were erected from the cold windy night swim and also, I was rather aroused. When he pushed my bikini top aside and started to suck on my nipple, I knew it was time we go back upstairs.
Before I could suggest, a security guard walk passed the pool area. Although I doubt he saw anything, I did not want to play with fire. So, I told him that I had enough of pool dipping and maybe we should go upstairs. Wrapping in his bathrobe, we took the lift and he kept circling my butt through the bathrobe with his finger. I could not wait for what was coming.
Once he closed the door, he started kissing me in the doorway against the wall before leading me into his room. This new age man really knew how to get into a woman’s panties. Smooth jazz, soft lights and a clean, fresh smelling made up bed. What more could I ask for?
Towered by an almost 1.8m tall man, with a perfect toned body, sun kissed tan and a charming smile, I just stood there with butter knees, waiting for him to walk over by the bed and have his way with me. It was perfect.
You could never have imagined a better one-night-stand or a better “stranger” sex. An hour and a half later, with him cumming two times, once in a condom and another one on my face, I was completely satisfied. It was rare for me to have multi-orgasms and I cum so many times my legs were wobbly and I was too lazy to go shower.
The nice stranger filled his tub and came back to bed with tissues to clean up my cum dipping face. Hugging me for a while before carrying me (yes, I am not kidding!) into the toilet for bubble bath!
If only I am not in love with another man. Haha… Well, I cannot be greedy right?
I did not intend to sleep at his place, for obvious reasons. But I was so tired and he was so nice and lovable, I fell asleep beside him after smelling like a million bucks from his expensive toiletries.
At about 2am, I finally woke up and tiptoed quietly into his toilet to change and prepare to leave. When I came out from the toilet, I was surprise to see him all dressed in his t-shirt and jeans, waiting for me.
“You want to eat before I send you back?”
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Well, it was a one session only. He did tried to meet up with me again but our timing was not right and sometimes I want to but we really do have a lot of common friends.  So, now, we only see each other at Zouk. My small talks and occasional dance partners.
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True Love Or True Lust?
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Posted:Jul 22, 2008 11:20 pm
Last Updated:Sep 2, 2008 8:06 pm
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For two minutes of my life, I believed that he loved me. Maybe, he did. Just that we met the wrong way.
Would you be with someone who cheated on his/her partner for you? Well, most likely not. No matter how much we think that this is meant to be and that he/she will not do it to us in future, subconsciously we just think that way.
One night, at our secret hideout, he whispered in my ears that he loved me. They say that before the “deed”, guys will say anything sweet enough to get the bird down the tree but after, they usually just retreat back into their own comfort zone and it was not necessary to keep “hunting” anymore.
He said it after the “deed”. I was surprise. It was the first time these words passed between us. I have said it a thousand times in my head but never aloud. The fact that he said it first somehow made it okay to use these words. I did not reply but tears rolled down my cheeks as I hugged him.
Emotional scenes like this made it unpleasant for secret lovers. For those two minutes, it was unspoken of but understood by both of us. I began to lead a double life. This time, it felt as though I had two boyfriends. However, I was clear with him that my boyfriend will always come first.
He kind of changed. He became more possessive and also, more protective of me. If I get late at work, he will come and fetch me. Sunday mornings are breakfast days. Blockbusters I must watch with him first if not he will be jealous. Every time anyone go overseas, have to give the other person one picture of him or herself.
Once, I went for holiday with my boyfriend during M’s birthday. His girlfriend had a last minute overseas work trip. He was really upset and kept smsing me. During that holiday, I had a fever but trying not to be a spoilt spot, I asked my boyfriend to go ahead for the drinking session with our local friend there. Alone in the hotel, I called M at the stroke of midnight, his birthday.
I thought he will be happy to hear my voice but he was upset that my boyfriend left me alone when I was running a fever. I tried explaining that I was the one who insisted that my boyfriend continue with the plan but he just would not listen. He told me to break up with my boyfriend.
I went really quiet. He too.
Minutes passed went unnoticed. I told him I had to go rest and will sms him when I get back. That night was hard to sleep. I keep telling myself not to compare the both of them. But the voice in my head just would not stop. I do not know when I fall asleep but I heard my boyfriend coming back. Drifting in and out of sleep, I vaguely remember that he kissed my forehead and told me not to get up and he went shower.
The next morning I went for breakfast alone as my boyfriend could not wake up from the late night. I was kind of glad that I had that space to think. That trip was a sexless trip, which was rare. In fact, my boyfriend and I had not had any sex for two months already. First, he was busy working, then, I was having my period. By the time we wanted to get down to it, I fall sick during the trip.
When we touched down at Changi Airport, I rushed to the other terminal to send my family off for their trip. Meaning, I had the whole house to myself. My boyfriend did mentioned that he wanted to come over but at that point of time, he was still afraid of my parents and so, he called off the idea himself. However, M was not as good boy. He came over and stayed with me for a whole week.
We did not bring up the topic regarding my boyfriend and I breaking up anymore. I was relieved, as I would not have known how to handle it. For the week, we have sex every day and some times more than once. We have long bubble baths, cuddled up late night TV, going out for supper and we did all the couple things.
It was fun. However, two weeks later, it was like hell.
I was pregnant. The “who” answer was obvious.
I called him and told him about the problem and also my choice of solution. I did not give him any chance to advise or comment this time. He told me that he wants to be there with me. I had no choice but to agree, as there was no one I could tell. Throughout the whole episode, I find myself cold blooded. I was hurting so much inside but I choose to ignore my feelings and pretend that I am strong and okay.
Like a dead clam, I choose not to open up. I went through the process with him waiting for me and keeping me company till I woke up from blackout and back to reality. I opened my eyes and he was still there. My inside hurt so much I thought I was going to die. Laying down there I felt so suffocated, so I tried sitting up but it was the same. I could not talk.
After awhile, he hold on to me as I walk out of there. We went to a hotel. I rested there. Slept on and off. Eat a little. Slept on and off again. Night came and I was getting dressed to go home. He said, “Before you woke up just now, you had tears streaming down your cheeks. I told the doctor but he just nod his head, looking at me, before walking away. Were you awake then?”
I shrugged and he sent me home. I promise myself that I will never cry in front of him anymore. Crying is not a solution. With him, I never cried but I always find myself with wet cheeks. Tears always roll down uncontrollably.
On the way back, Class 95 did all the talking and singing. Aerosmith’s “I don’t wanna miss a thing” came on. Again, tears flooded my eyes. He saw and stopped by the road shoulder. He held me in his arms for the longest time…
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I Was Certain But Now Confused
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Posted:Jul 18, 2008 1:31 am
Last Updated:Jul 21, 2008 11:37 am
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Something have been bothering me recently.
M and I did not sms each other since that day we went to his condo. It is not so much not being in contact but more of having been to his condo before. Have a mix feeling about this. Is it guilt of being in a space that I am not suppose to be?
I know very well where I stand. I know what I want out of this “special friendship”. We were very straight forward with regards to this and all along things have been fine, so why not this unsettled feeling?
Hopefully I will get over it. If not, seeing M again will be a problem.
Do you have an answer to my confused feelings?
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First Sexual Experience
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Posted:Jul 16, 2008 1:20 pm
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2008 8:19 pm
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Once upon a time, I dumped a guy because he has itchy hands. He was my second boyfriend, S.
I was in Secondary two when I knew him and he was three years older than me. Previously, nothing really did happen between my first boyfriend and I. So, I was really new to this relationship game.
He was my first boyfriend’s senior in school and they do not know each other. After splitting up with him for not too long, I got to know S. I even went to their school to find S once and I became pretty well-known in their school as I dated one senior and one junior from there.
As I knew quite a few people there, one of the junior told me that S was a notorious guy in their school and he was famous for being playful with the girls. I did not listen to her and carried on going out with S.
I come from a relatively “above average family” and everybody knew as this kind of news travel fast. People even warned me that S could be with me because of my family background and so on but I was falling in love too fast and became upset with anyone who tried to say bad things about S.
We did all the regular teenage couple stuff (minus the sex) and of course, honeymoon did not last forever. We quarreled over big and small things and as my parents were strict, I sometimes cannot go out and S became more and more unreasonable and bad temper. At first I did not understand the big change in him as he was really good to me. Then, I realized that he love me.
S became really possessive. He did not allow me to be in any contact with other guys and even when my male cousins talk to me, he will get angry. During my Secondary three mid year exam, my parents grounded me as I do not do well after knowing S and so, once when we were outside; he told me that we should get married so my parents will let us be together.
I was shocked. As we were in a quiet park, he unzipped his pants and pull my hand inside to feel his hard on. He asked me to lift up my skirt and sit on his lap. I was confused as I did not know much about sex then. I refused but he still pulled me up on his lap. I told him that I was scare and that maybe we should just make out. We did.
After a while, he tried again and this time I managed to feel his hard on and he capped his hand around mine and make me stroke his penis. As I did not want to upset him, I followed and not long later, he used his other hand to lift my skirt a little and touch my underwear. I tried to push his hand away but he gave me the angry look so, I let him be.
Later, he pulled my underwear aside and told me to stand up and sit on his penis. I was so confused that I almost cried but I did not say anything. Luckily, I saw a man jogging towards our direction and told him that I cannot do it as there was someone. He quickly took his bag to cover his unzipped pants and erection.
When the man was long gone, he tried to kiss me and squeeze my breasts to get me interested again but I told him that maybe we should try it in a more private place next time. So, after much negotiation, we settled on a handjob in the park. It was really difficult for me as I have never done it before and I did not know what to expect. But when I saw the look on his face when he was cumming, I felt a strange feeling in my stomach.
I came. Without knowing. We went home and did not talk about the incident tall the way. But when I reached home, the first thing I did was to lock myself in the toilet to touch myself. It was the first time I tried touching myself and the feeling was weird. My panties were soaking wet and so was my pussy. After playing for a while, I came, just like in the park when I saw the look on S as he cummed on my hand…
We broke up not long after that as I was confuse and my parents were not very happy. I continued with my self-discovery very often.
Later, I got to know that after breaking up, he tried committing suicide. And subsequently, he treated all his girlfriends like junks. 
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8 years later, we were back in contact. However, this time both of us were in different relationship. He asked me out for drinking sessions and we both clicked and talked about many things and some of the past. He asked me if I remember that faithful day in the park and I told him that I did.
Discussing further into the topic, he asked me if I came that day as he thought I did but he was not sure. I did not know what to say but just sat there blushing non-stop and so he leaned over and kissed me. As we were making out in the bar, he asked if I wanted to go somewhere quiet. I nodded and we left the pub for a hotel.
That night, we made passionate love. NOT. Hahaha… I received an emergency call and got to leave. He understands and told me that I can call him anytime but I did not. The only time we kept in touch was during birthdays and season greetings. Until today, I wanted very much to know what is it like to be having sex with him but something was holding me back.
Perhaps, I just want to keep this feeling of unknowing and I did not want anything to spoil this beautiful memory of my childhood love…
*ps: I hurt this guy, unintentionally.
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To: LesbianPersonals members,
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Posted:Jul 13, 2008 8:23 pm
Last Updated:Nov 23, 2008 6:22 pm
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I have been receiving a lot of emails but I only replied to a few. Why? I filter and only chat with married men. Why? I am not interested in “with string attached” and although a lot of people say that they are not looking or will not come with emotional baggage, I am still not going to take the risk. Whereas for married men, they have to think twice!
What kind of men do I like? In general, I prefer Asian Chinese men. No offence to other races but I really am a traditional Chinese girl. To be more precise, I am only attracted to intelligent men (if not, try and look like one). Charming, confident and goal orientated. No wishy-washy, sissy men. Thank you.
As for looks, I am not so particular. Haha… However, if you look like Gallen Lo or Tay Ping Hui, the chances are I will meet up very soon. If not, as long as you have a clean executive look, smells fresh and come with a hard on, I might meet up if we click. The essence of good sex is chemistry (sexual and non-sexual) between two (or more) people.
So, you met all the above criteria and I still did not reply? Oh, I filter to read only emails from men between the ages of 30 to 35. If you are 32 this year, the chances of me replying are about 99%. If you born in the year of Dragon (1976), birth month of the Scorpions, I will meet you even sooner!
So far, I have no regrets with my choices. Although it is not 100% that I might still meet someone up to expectation (or vice versa). There was one guy who was not as tall as he said he is, but he was long and thick, so that did make me overlook his height when we were both on the bed. Another one had a beer belly and he kind of made me like guys with some padding as it comes with the age.
Even though I did say that “long and thick” get my head spinning but size is definitely not important at all. I am not saying for the sake of saying. It is true. Sex with chemistry can make you cum so hard even with only one finger. If I want a big one and do not want to take my chances, I would have opted for a vibrator. That one is really up to me and I can even choose it off the shelf.
Well, at the end of the day, let’s just see if we are fated to meet. If we do, we will. If not, try the next member. I bet there are a lot of ladies here who are not as troublesome as me.
Till we meet.
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Their Space
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Posted:Jul 10, 2008 6:00 am
Last Updated:Jul 13, 2008 7:36 pm
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Finally…
Met M yesterday night. We went to his emptied condo and stayed for awhile. It is the first time I have been there and it is kind of weird as he showed me around. The first time I look at his lifestyle with his wife. The room they used to sleep in.
Well, did not bother me much, just for a little while there.
Waited for his by the couch in the living room while he do his stuff. As the minute pass, I was becoming more and more uncomfortable, being left alone in a strange place. When he was done, he came over to the couch and talk to me about nothing in particular…
As he was not feeling well, he rested by the arm of the couch and asked me to help him switch on the music and off the lights. When I rejoined him, he put me over and hugged me while resting. I enjoy doing nothing with him, especially when he is resting by my side. To me, it is a particularly intimate moment as I will not let down my guards when I am with someone I do not trust.
After awhile, he must have rested enough as he started to roam his hands all over me. We kissed and started undressing. I could feel his hard on through his pants, so I started unbuckling and unzipping him. I could a light moan as I touch his penis. So, I went down and gave him a blowjob.
It has been a long time. A little later, he came up and started pulling down my panties and f*ck me from behind while cupping my breasts… (The rest is up to your imagination.)
After both of us have cummed, we lay next to each other, hugging till he fell asleep again. In the darkness, I was thinking to myself that it is such a waste that they did not continue to stay there. From the couch, I could see the stars in the sky (curtains were sent for washing). Perfect view.
Quietly, I left and started dressing again. It might be true that the most dangerous place could be the safest place but I do not want to take any chances. So, I woke him lightly to leave as it was getting late.
The ride home was filled with Class 95 and our random conversation. It is hard to talk while Class 95 kept reading out all those sad dedications about “… Although we may never be together but I will love you always…” and so on. Listening to those songs as he held my hands, I finally reached home.
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Missing M...
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Posted:Jul 2, 2008 1:14 pm
Last Updated:Jul 6, 2008 10:04 pm
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Did not have the chance to meet up with M for the last month.
Miss him terribly. Even when there are trunk loads of people by my side everyday, I still feel so empty.
The constant sms is my only way to get to him these days. We chatted about everything under the sky (through sms of course).
Recently something big happened to me. At my lowest and saddest time, P choose to quarrel with me, instead of being understanding and being by my side. Whereas M, he called me up (which is beside himself) straight after his golf session in his car.
He consoled me and advised me on how I should go about to solve my problems. He even wanted to come and meet me at 10pm when he should really be going home to his wife. Of course, I would not allow anything of my silly emotions to get in the way. I did not tell him my whereabouts.
After all the searching high and low, I found my best friend in M, sometimes I even think that he could be my most suitable soul mate. Well, I can never be good enough for him. He is just so perfect.
I admit. Love is blind. I love him so much, I risk my private and social life rushing to him whenever both of us can meet. I love him so much, I push him away from me. Contradicting? It is true. That was exactly what I did.
Sometimes I do regret. I knew from B that M is suffering in his marriage. B told me that I should have been his wife. There are many good and lame reasons I can think of to tell B why not but I choose to pretend I did not hear what he say.
If M knew me before P, today would be a different story. But if I were to relive it, I would not change a thing. I would never want to give up all our sweet memories to own him.
The day before he got married, he sms me saying, "The most perfect love is most likely called, 'memories'. I only have one wish and that is for you to be happy." Till the end, he did not force me and he respected my decision.
Perhaps, the most unattainable is the most wanted, that is why our longing for each other seems to be never ending...
M, thanks for everything and I do love you too.
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About Secret Lovers Being Discreet...
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Posted:Jul 1, 2008 2:20 pm
Last Updated:Aug 10, 2008 11:51 pm
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Due to my previous work experiences, I knew quite a bit about being discreet.
Everything is a clue. So, how to wipe out all evidences?
In Singapore, it is quite hard to forge an identity card. So, if you really have to visit a hotel, use only one person's identity to register.
Arrive at venue separately. Sms to inform your partner with messages like, "#123; 10p; Continental" or "Raffles R987-2300". Meaning, "Room 123 at 10pm at Hotel Continental" and "Raffles Hotel Room 987 at 11pm".
Do not keep any receipts and preferably, use cash payments for all transactions you intend to make. Credit card log informations that you do not want your other half to know. Same for cash card and Ez-link card too.
Tearing each other out upon meeting might be spontaneous and fun but take off all clothes first as you do not want crumpled shirt, lipstick stains, perfume stench or other DNA testable clues to be found on your clothings.
Delete all sent and received sms, call logs and recent sms parties from your affair. You can keep sms and call logs of other people to prevent your partner from being suspicious of your empty mobile.
If you can remember your affair's mobile no. by hard, do not save his/her no. so, you can use, "Don't know who send wrong message." as an excuse. If not, save it under a Tom/Dick/Harry common name list.
Do not buy extraordinary expensive gifts for each other which might arouse curiosity. I once received a car for a birthday present but come on, it is so easy to check! Of course, I did not accept that HUGE present. Well, like they say, it is the thoughts that counts.
Ladies, avoid small accessories. I have lose one earring, a hair clip, 3 different buttons and a diamond piece came off from my ring. All suspected to be in M's car!
The urge to give a love bite might be high but hold back! Think of the more sessions to come. In order to enjoy more of it, cut back on all possibilities of being found out.
Lastly, (that I can think of) tint your car windows! Haha... To the authorities approved standards of course.
Enjoy your road to secret adventures...
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Favorite Blowjob Session
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Posted:Jun 26, 2008 2:01 pm
Last Updated:Jul 9, 2008 1:50 am
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One of M's and my favorite blowjob experiences was...
We were pubbing with M's friends at a pub at Marina South. I was really shy as I only knew his best friend, B. But I did try to make small talks with the rest of them (all guys).
That night, B was participating in a pool competition organized by the pub. So, we were there partly to cheer on him. Upon reaching, M asked me if I wanted to drink so, he ordered me a Bacardi Lime. It was the first time I went drinking with M.
Throughout the session, we were teasing each other discreetly. A touch here and a tickle there. By the second bottle, we were practically hugging and sneaking kissing already.
B did not win the game but it was fun watching my first pool competition. So, we left early with B after his game.
When we were sending B back, M kept his hand on my tights. I was so horny, I was soaking wet! After B got out of the car, we ended up making out in the car park underneath B's block for almost 10 minutes.
Then I told M that I really need him, so he quickly drove to our secret location at top speed! However, it was not quick enough for me as I was really on the heat! We kissed even as he was driving and I started unbuckling his pants.
He was so hard! I decided not to wait any further and went down on him as he was driving. When I came up and kiss him again, he whispered loudly in my ears, "I can taste that alcohol, you naughty girl!"
The second time I wrapped my mouth around his hard on, I heard an audible moan escaped from him. He is usually a quiet lover. Hearing that made me so high, I cum...
Luckily we finally reached our destination. We quickly went to the backseat and almost immediately, he slipped inside me. It was heaven. We made love that night so vigorously and needing of each other.
That day was actually the first time he saw the "bad girl" side of me. And ever since, we love the combination of alcohol and sex as it make me naughtier than usual.
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Public?
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Posted:Jun 21, 2008 10:57 am
Last Updated:Jul 1, 2008 1:38 pm
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Had quite a few drinks with my all girls group just now and is quite feeling the effect already. We were all naughty and talking about personal sex experiences...
We were at the topic of Public Sex when it all came back to me..
Cinema, Toilet, Back of car, Park, Swimming pool, Shopping Mall stairways, etc...
All of these and more, been there done that.
I still remember there was a time when we were
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The Anticipation Of Meeting M Again.
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Posted:May 28, 2008 11:56 am
Last Updated:Jul 6, 2008 8:52 pm
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M came to pick me up from my place and now that he knows where I stay, we somehow became unable to go back to how we were just friends as before. I was starting to get worried as I had to use a lie to cover another just to meet up with M. P believed me all the time.
It was kind of weird to be seen in a public place, in the company of someone other than my boyfriend. As I was not custom to it then, I kept my distance. We did tried to talk as per normal in the public but in my brain, all I could think about was sex.
The sexual aural between us was so high, it could melt plastic. The accidental touches between us were like electricity shocks for me. I needed it but I knew I cannot as well. I was thorned between wanting him and wanting to be responsible to P.
At least, we got over the "excuse of meeting" and got to the chilling out part. He was supposed to send me home but we went for chit chat session at the same car park. I told him that I did not want to betray P so, sex was out.
In my mind, sex was the only form of betrayal and other extracurricular activities was not. I was foolish. I know that it is still cheating but I wanted this.
Again, we tried chatting about nothing and got into action. Like two different magnetic poles, we were attracted together by this unsee able field and nothing could stop us.
We kissed passionately. It was like kissing for the first time. Different from how P kisses me. M made me feel wanted. He squeezed my breasts as I squeezed my pussy secretly. I want him.
He started undoing my jeans' button but I stopped him. I told him no but inside, I wanted him so badly. As we continue to make out, he tried again. This time, I let him feel my wet pussy. After f*cking me with his fingers and still having my jeans on, I cum, drenching his hands.
Shivering in his arms, I felt safe for the first time, in a long long time. After resting in his embrace for a while, I started to get naughty again. This time, it is my turn to taste him to something.
I kissed him from his lips to his neck then down the centre of his body to above his pants. As I slowly unbuckling his belt, I can feel him breathing heavier and the bulge behind his pants got larger.
I could not wait. After opening his pants and lowering his underwear, I started licking his erection with my wet tongue. It tastes heavenly. Even now as I am typing, I can still remember the taste of his precum. Letting him wait no longer, I s*cked his cock slow and long.
As he got more and more impatient by my teasing, he grabbed both side of my head and made me s*ck him hard and fast. Some girls may not like it, but I love feeling wanted and needed by M. Not long after, he cum in my mouth. This time, I got to swallow his cum, not a drop wasted. 
We lay there in his car, resting and listening to the music while the windows frosted up...
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