2/5

So, how's the week been so far? We're almost at the midway-point of the work week. I'm sorry if you work a 6-day week, cause then the post title would have to be changed to 2/6. Anyway, I've got myself a couple of things to settle this week. I'm tired and rather frustrated, actually. A huge contributing factor would be the fool of a colleague I have got to work with.

Bloody hell.

This guy here, ain't your run-of-the-mill slacker, he's the real deal - a FCK.

Fuck-Care King.

I was gonna start giving you irate examples in this new paragraph, but then it came to me that it'll just make me even more incandescent at the way he acts.

Dammit shit!

Basically, he's the most FCK person I've ever seen, be it work or just as a person. I'm not kidding, nor am I exaggerating. You would really wanna punch his face - take my word for it.

I can't wait for friday. I remain positive still, though. Peace, people! Dinner time.

Nymph-O

Firstly, pardon me for the tardy continuation of the preceding post. It wasn't a very eventful weekend, but nonetheless, a pleasantly soothing one.

Now about that previous post, I wasn't referring to those disguising themselves under the sheep clothing or only capitulating to the deed under the cover of night; I am referring to those who don't hide it that well. Something like that. Let me elaborate...

This bitch I'm going to make an example of is just that. Call me biased, but a reason for the use of the derogatory term on her comes from the fact that she talked some serious smack about me.

Firstly, she ain't all that. She has a pretty flat face with either a high forehead or a receding hairline, it depends how you look at it or her. Scrawny physique with a pasty ivory tint of skin tone. Veins on legs aren't the prettiest of things either.

From the start, she somehow got a reputation for being easy, but nobody did more than just talk about it behind her. As you would imagine, she gradually got a bunch of friends who hung out and try to be the 'IT' clique. What they aspired to portray was a persona of 'cool', but what ensued was a grotesque run-of-the-mill cliches and fads. She was always dressed in cheesy streetwalker/hooker get-ups; wearing a tee tied into a mid-drift, frilly lacy skirts that were just under her butt-cheeks, matched with knee-high cheer-leader socks and some form of canvas sneakers or covered stilettos. I don't know who dresses her or how she came up with this look, but I liken her fashion icon to be that of an actress in some budget college-girl themed porn video.

She's got rich folks - don't they give her money to buy better clothes than that? Oh, precious here, is also a SPG. Now, she went for a month-long trip to europe with a mutual friend. A SPG in europe. You know what's bound to happen. At that time, she was seeing this American from some overseas school here, but that didn't stop her from having a good time there, I guess. The two girls hit the clubs there in Europe and were partying away, enjoying the company of strangers. Then, this nympho decided to bounce with some dude she met and left the friend in a club on foreign soil with foreign faces. The next day, this friend managed to make her way back to their lodging place and somehow met up with the dick-eater-on-legs (Deol - let's call her that from now).

Deol recalled the incident from the previous night and started crying to the friend about how she let the guy fuck her without any form of protection whatsoever. She's obviously fallen into the 'Striking 4D's easier..." category. Back on local soil, Deol went back to her boy whom she broke up with shortly after. The same period after she just got back, she kinda disappeared and wasn't really seen much around and apparently ill. Word was the time of the month wasn't exactly happening at the time of the month. The friend was saying Deol went for an (I hate to use this word) abortion.

Oh well, so much for that.

I, definitely, also know of guys who hit the clubs just to score whatever kinda pussy they can get. Honestly, I think that is just nonsense, but I don't really give a damn.

Nymphos like that are everywhere. I'm sorry if you're one and you're reading this. I'm not targeting anyone, but just writing about the Deol I know as an example.

Have a good week ahead, people!

Know somebody?

I think it's safe to say that everyone is, in some way or another, acquainted with somebody who's either cock-hungry or pussy-craving. The terms are a little harsh, but it is only to put my point across emphatically.

I shall elaborate come morrow. Time to read.

Let's resume.

You know how lovely it is to just laze around at home with nothing on the agenda? Just simply chillin'. But, I wasn't home alone; I had company, in the form of a long-hair Miss. She and I were snuggled up in the living room just channel-surfing. Nothing much was on.

I leaned in to give her a peck on the cheek and she looked at me. I smiled, she smiled, we kissed. My arm wrapped around her shoulders and my other hand I placed on her tummy. She wasn't your/my typical skinny size 0 girl; she had a little meat on those bones and it was perfectly fine. I liked that she has a nice rack to match. We continued our oral embrace and I shifted my hand up just under her breast. I could definitely feel the weight of her right boob resting on the back of my hand.

Our lip-locking grew wetter and I decided to take it to the room. She followed behind as I led her by the hand into my room. I turned on the air-conditioning and turned my attention back to Missy who was sitting on the side of the bed. Behind closed doors, we resumed - in a reclined position - with me by her side elevated over her.

I reach up from her tummy to cup her breast in my hand. Those familiar ridges felt wonderful to the touch. Working under her top, my hand came in contact with her bare skin. It was nice and smooth - the same words I would use to describe her plump pussy. I gestured to her my intent and continued to massage her breasts. She, then, placed her hand over my groin and started rubbing on me. I massaged her chest, as she massaged my groin.

Sucking gently on her lips, I murmured to her that I wanted her to put her hand into my boxers. Almost instantly, she reached in, grab me in her hand and started to jerk on me nice and slow. Gradually, she worked up to a slightly faster pace.

Awhile into it, she switched from wanking to caressing my balls. She asked me with an awkward smile if we could just kiss and not try to get each other off today.

Ok... initially, I really just wanted to be kiss and be a little touchy-feely, but she started to give me a handjob, I thought she wanted to get me off. I rarely reject a handjob and I didn't stop her. It was definitely a damper now that it has gotten this far, but I thought oh well - just my (limited) luck, another day then. I didn't want to make her do what she didn't feel like doing.

I gave her a beady-eyed look and told her, "Ok, let's just kiss, then".

We fidgeted into another position on the bed and kissed again. I definitely enjoy kissing her; she's a good kisser. Exchanging some sweet words in between kisses, our kisses got more intense and definitely wetter again.

Then, Missy placed her hand back on my groin and started to caress up the leg of my boxers. I kept silent and just continued to kiss her. Slowly, her hand moved up, reached in under my boxers and began rubbing on my shaft. Now, didn't we stop previously cause she didn't want to? Well, she smiled sweetly and told me cause I wanted her to. I'm thinking to myself, was she just playing hard to get? Trying to test me? Just want to please me? Whatever it is, I find her cute and sweet. Ha!

She grabbed me and resumed her nice jerking again. With that familiar hand on me, I felt kingdom come and told her I was cumming. She didn't want things to get messy in the room, so we went to the shower. In the shower, we stood kissing and wanking. With a quickened pace, I cupped her chest harder and blew my load there in the shower. We smiled at each other and we kissed again. We washed up together, got properly dressed and went back to our lazy day at home.

Payment.

I have never and will never ever pay for sex.

First of all, I'm against the trade of sex workers. Selling sex should only be in adverts. Secondly, I don't think I need to pay to get some.

Now back to the first point - I'm not for selling woman as a means to an ejaculation. I've caught a couple of flicks that highlight the harsh reality of the heinous trading of woman around the world. Most recently in theaters - Taken - starring Liam Neeson. Action packed the entire 94 minutes of the show. Bryan - Mr Neeson's character - shot, electrocuted and stabbed every evil-doing mother/father that got in his way. Yes, he did shoot a mother in the arm. Well, of course being the ultimate ex-secret agent that he is - though battered and bruised - he managed to bring his daughter back home safely and apparently still a virgin. Of course, that is Hollywood. In reality, shit like that doesn't matter, or rather it happens and that's that. Girls get abducted and sold as sex slaves to the broke and the rich with varying price-tags. It is a very sad thing. Every city needs a team of Bryans to get rid of these bastards that work for and in such organisations/networks.

Not having to pay for sex. I ain't all that, but I'm definitely not that bad that I'll need to resort to such means. A friend of mine, whom I've 'touched base' with once told me that paying for cab-fare/transport is already a form of payment for sex. If that's the case, well, we're all bastards who paid for sex.

I've definitely paid for my and her cab-fare. I've also had her take the bus to and fro to give me some. She took a cab down after work to fuck and then took a cab back after the deed was done. Different scenarios but for the same deal.

I just totally disagree with that being payment for sex. I mean c'mon nothing is free but it's more of like an appreciation thing more than a payment for some pussy and/or head.

Take for an example, this year's Valentine's, after a nice dinner, I got some head and action after when we retired to my bedroom at night. I don't see that as payment for the nice night we spent earlier on.

What you reckon?

Stairs.

It never rains but it pours. After the movie we just walked out from, we realised it was pouring heavily outside. We, then, decided to hang around the mall for a bit, hoping sun will come out soon. Well, after walking around, it was still bloody pouring, so I suggested to her that maybe we should make use of the time we've gotta waste doing something else. Initially probably a little dampened by the weather outside, her mood soon changed and we were scouting around for a nice spot.

There was this semi-sequestered open-air space on the upper levels, but then we realised that it probably isn't as unfrequented and/or dry as we think or would like it to be. In the end, we found ourselves at the really large staircase of the mall. The uneasiness of would-be smokers coming in on us half-way was all gone, by the time we sat our butts down and started making out.

She was to my left. I placed my right hand on left knee and started running my hand up her slender thigh. It was nice and soft with a fading tan. She slipped her right hand up my berms and started rubbing on my groin. Our kissing got wetter and now my right was massaging her breast.

I undid my fly and buckle, wanting to move up next base. She unbuttoned my boxers and whipped junior out. Taking it in her hand, she stroked it to full glory and continued working on me. It was good. I reached in from the outside - avoiding getting our limbs tangled up - I pushed what she was wearing underneath aside and started working on her as well.

Halfway through our mutual-masturbation, she released her grip on my dick and unlocked her lips from mine. The next thing you know, she had those same lips on my dick, bobbing her head up and down in front of me. She sucked such good dick. It was smooth and wet. I gestured to her and she started to blow me quicker. At this point, I thought things couldn't get any better than this slippery blowjob I was getting right now.

Almost subconsciously, I got her to stop her, cross her left leg over to my right side and straddle atop of me. Slippery as can be, the key entered her hole with much ease. I pulled her in to give her a nice kiss on the lips. Then, I held her around her tiny waist and guided her to rock her hips. We both let out moans of pleasure as our breath quickened from her bouncing up and down. In and out, up and down, it was feeling better and better, but yet closer to the orgasm.

My hands slid up under her top and cupped her cute breasts as she continued this beautiful cow-girl performance on me. I hugged her in closer and she smiled as I leaned in to kiss her lush lips.

I always like doing such things to make the girl feel happy and all. It doesn't take a lot to show the girl some loving while the loving is in the making, if you know what I mean. Always show the lady some affection, even though lust is the agenda for the day. While at it, you can always kiss and embrace her throughout the act, tell her... she looks great... it feels nice when you do this... etc. I also always make a point to smile and kiss the girl after (blowing my load). Maybe it's just me, but I think the girl will appreciate it. They want to be treated like a lady, not a whore. Well, I suppose it's all applicable unless you're in a whore house.

The kissing and fucking continued. Soon, I felt the rodeo gonna come to an end. We quickened up the pace a little. Right when I was about to, she dismounted and I came. With a strand dangling from the tip, she bended back down and wrapped her lips around my dick again, literally sucking the remaining traces of cum off my dick into her mouth. She stood up strand again, licked her lips and swallowed. I thought she didn't want to swallow today. With a sweet look on her face, she told me she was just helping me clean up. Ha, isn't that the darnest thing? A sweet little thing she is.

Clothes all fastened again, we dusted our butts, left the stairs heading back home after our deed done well proper.

May Day.

(I just feel I have to write about this.

I really hate it when I see/hear bozos drag their shoes/sandals when they walk. First you hear that annoying 'ssshhhh-sshhhhh' sound, next you see their lazy-ass posture and their fucked faces. How annoying's that? Worse when you see boobs on them. Damn fuckin' ugly when girls do that. Unless, you're injured and/or lame, walk like a human, not a Neanderthal! Bloody sloth!)

Well... in a blind of an eye, we've come to the end of April, so say hello to May. April's been really hot and wet at the same time, but I suspect May's gonna be quite a bitch, as well.

Obama's 100th day in office has come and gone. Good for him. Now, pigs are killing humans. No second thoughts about my bak kut teh fix, though. I'd still gladly eat the pork at my table. If this swine influenza is that much worse than SARS, perhaps they should really consider closing the schools again, eh? I recall quite a bit of fucking back then during the SARS period. Nothing much on the agenda, so the deed was done to waste time away.

All these recollection of school days and happy days reminds me of the sentencing of female educators for underage sex with their very own students. When I was schooling, I was infatuated by this totally amazingly sweet and ever-so-graceful teacher of mine. Bespectacled, she sported a nice 'bob' haircut and was always wearing the sweetest/cutest things. Fair complexion with rosy cheeks, slim lips and an attractive physique... ahhh.. she looked like the perfect wife, a lady you can bring home to meet the parents. OK! That's that about my totally awesome teacher and her appeal, but never in my life had I thought that a female teacher would actually wanna bed a damn 15 year old. How foolhardy is that? Worst off - they were married woman, eh? Bruised ego and crushed pride for their husbands. What and how are they gonna tell their kids about what happened and why mom left? Poor chaps.

About the boys - I'm sure it's something some guys would tend to wanna boast about but I hope they don't, cause families have been broken cause of their small dicks in old(er) pussies.

Apart from this, yet more news of more SAF personnels passing away. This is really queer. Oh, such tragedy for the family of those deceased. Nothing blokes with 'crabs' and 'stars' on their shoulders or even people dressed in white can say or do that'll ever honestly make a difference. I quote, "I don't want your apology; I want my son!"

Again, shit news not just in the finance, but virtually every other sector. Apparently, it's just getting worse as the days go by.

Enough. Tired of writing about this. We're nearing the halfway mark of the whore that is 2009; let's just hope that the latter half is clean-shaven and free of herpes.

Time for bed. Late nights are idle. Update stories soon.