I sometimes wonder...i am straight??Yesterday, JP and I went shopping for clothes for my stepfather. My mum got married to this millionaire few months ago. Yes, i wish i am that lucky to be driving a BMW and staying in a penthouse in KL , BUT I AM NOT. I wish i can just tell him " I am the one approving you to married my hot mum , i should at least get something out it this" . OK, so my mum asked me to shop for the branded shirt, budget min RM500 a piece. (WUTTT!!!!). So, i went to Pavillion into Salvatore Fara...something something and i call her. "Mum, what design to buy, we have bla bla bla" , and then she cuts me and said "Ask JP here, you have not fashion sense " Which is true, i cant even spell Salvatore fara&^#*#$. and JP never wants to bring me to all the fashion shows/events because i have nothing "fabolous" to wear.
I heard their conversation, JP mentioned something about the 4 seasons, "spring summer autumn winter" and then "earth tone" , "classic" and "mauve" . First of all, what the hell is those 4 seasons gonna play a role in choosing a shirt for my stepfather. and then what the hell is mauve. JP involves a lot in fashion so those funny terms usually comes out. Hello, ASEAN countries are located near the equator and we are exposed to sun and rain year long. There is only 2 season, dry season and the rainy season. :p .
After cruising Canali, ralph lauren, Eme^#$$@ (something like Emeredildo) Zegna and some other names that i dont bother to remember, We ended up in Blueberry :) , its Burberry and purchase an expensive 'uncle'-ish shirt, which is approved by my mum (she view it on 3G) . If its up to me, i will just head straight to Zara and get him a discounted piece.
After that, we head out to have a drink with JP's self proclaimed "fabolous" friends (as if) , and the whole night they spend talking about the 4 seasons. 'That's all' (Miranda Priestly in the devil wears prada)
Friday, May 30, 2008
Underwear
I bought 2 new pairs of underwear last Monday. These 2 new undies are the best undies i wear so far in my life. Its is so damn comfortable, its absorbs sweats very well and it will not get tighten when its wet with sweat. For ppl like me who sweats a lot (take a microscope and probe my skin, i swear you will see lots of running water tap) like me, i used to have the skin rash due to the underwear lining rubbing against your skin whenever i walk a long distance sweating, and its very painful. So, i purchased these pairs based on the design and color. I wore it for the first time today and by lunch time i got so excited i call JP, my bf to tell him about it. Its crazy i know but its like wearing feathers and cottons. He asked me to check the material and it turned out to be 50% cotton, 45%modal, 5% spandex. What the fuck is modal and spandex?. I was just gigling to myself imagining that during my next purchase , i will be asking the promoter " Do you have underwear which is made of 50% cotton, 45%modal, 5% spandex " :P
Body bum
Body pump.....i used to love it back when i was a fat pig. I used to weigh 92kg. Body pump, body combat and steps is the reason i lose 16kg for the past 1 year. I now weight 84kg, 8kg up since 8 months ago of work stress in my telesales. The thing about me is, if i am in a bad mood or tired or depressed, i will eat. thats where i find comfort. I don't do weights or job when i am sad. (who does that anyway? ) . So, now i am determined to get back my hot body to double or triple the amount of stares i get, mostly in the gym and clubs.
So, i get myself a personal trainer which, i asked him specifically to torture me without mercy (i really regret that statement). And as usual, i continue my class, steps (not bodystep..i hate bodystep). After about 1 year skipping bodypump, finally i step into the class last week in california fitness. 2 guys were heading the class and i decided to torture myself. the weight that i carried is the same as the instructors. Imagine carrying 20kg for squats. It felts like forever and the bottomhalf, i swear i cant felt my legs after that. Everything is torturing and pain until the lunges tracks. First of all, the track is amazing. Its called "I go crazy(remix)" by DHT. Halfway thru the track, towards the end, we all will be doing the power lunges (to those who used to attend, you guys will know what i mean). OMG, the sight of 2 male muscular insructor doing power lunges is just so HOT. Its so energetic and u can see their thigh muscle . Its just arousing. I can masturbate and ejaculate watching a clip of this. The new release is coming out end of this week.Cant wait to listen to the new tracks.
So, i get myself a personal trainer which, i asked him specifically to torture me without mercy (i really regret that statement). And as usual, i continue my class, steps (not bodystep..i hate bodystep). After about 1 year skipping bodypump, finally i step into the class last week in california fitness. 2 guys were heading the class and i decided to torture myself. the weight that i carried is the same as the instructors. Imagine carrying 20kg for squats. It felts like forever and the bottomhalf, i swear i cant felt my legs after that. Everything is torturing and pain until the lunges tracks. First of all, the track is amazing. Its called "I go crazy(remix)" by DHT. Halfway thru the track, towards the end, we all will be doing the power lunges (to those who used to attend, you guys will know what i mean). OMG, the sight of 2 male muscular insructor doing power lunges is just so HOT. Its so energetic and u can see their thigh muscle . Its just arousing. I can masturbate and ejaculate watching a clip of this. The new release is coming out end of this week.Cant wait to listen to the new tracks.
Cocoon- Bjork
I just want the world or the reader of my blog (if any) to know that Bjork is such a wonderful, great and expressive singing talent. With my tonnes of free time in my new job, i decided to understand more about Bjork and also what she normally sings about. I google her lyrics, watched her clips in youtube and joined her fanclub. One song that really amazed me and also connects with me is Cocoon. "Cocoon" was the third and final single from singer Björk's album Vespertine. It was written by Björk and Thomas Knak, and mixed by Mark "Spike" Stent. The song is a low-key musing about a girl basking in the glow of a romance that has taken her by surprise, and includes some remarkably sexually explicit situations described in euphemism and metaphor. You guys should watch it in youtube. The music video was nearly as controversial as the previous one for "Pagan Poetry". The "Cocoon" video was directed by Eiko Ishioka. It shows an apparently naked Björk (actually wearing a very close fitting body suit) with red thread coming out of her nipples and eventually developing a cocoon around her. Was banned from MTV. The single peaked at number 35 in the UK Singles Chart. Cocoon's lyric is just so sexy and explicit, the first time i heard her singing it, i got a hard on. Here is the lyric. To add on to my orgasm is her expressive high pitch voice singing these lyrics. Its beautiful . Go watch the vids.
BJORK- COCOON
Who would have known
That a boy like him
Would have entered me lightly
Restoring my blisses
Who would have known
That a boy like him
After sharing my core
Would stay going nowhere
Who would have known
A beauty this immense
Who would have known
A saintly trance
Who would have known
Miraculous breath
To inhale a beard
Loaded with courage
Who would have known
That a boy like him
Possessed of magicalSensitivity
Who would approach a girl like me
Who caresses cradles his head
In her bosom
He slides inside
Half awake, half asleep
We faint backInto sleephood
When I wake upThe second time
In his arms
Gorgeousness
He's still inside me
Who would have known
Who ahhh
Who would have known
A train of pearls
Cabin by cabin
Is shot precisely
Across an ocean
From a mouth
From a
From the mouth
Of a girl like me
To a boy (3x)
BJORK- COCOON
Who would have known
That a boy like him
Would have entered me lightly
Restoring my blisses
Who would have known
That a boy like him
After sharing my core
Would stay going nowhere
Who would have known
A beauty this immense
Who would have known
A saintly trance
Who would have known
Miraculous breath
To inhale a beard
Loaded with courage
Who would have known
That a boy like him
Possessed of magicalSensitivity
Who would approach a girl like me
Who caresses cradles his head
In her bosom
He slides inside
Half awake, half asleep
We faint backInto sleephood
When I wake upThe second time
In his arms
Gorgeousness
He's still inside me
Who would have known
Who ahhh
Who would have known
A train of pearls
Cabin by cabin
Is shot precisely
Across an ocean
From a mouth
From a
From the mouth
Of a girl like me
To a boy (3x)
continued - my first in KL
i just noticed that parts of my post in the 'my first in kl' is not posted. Here is the rest.
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what happened next is really an eye opener or should i say mouth opener. This is certainly the first time i encounter with a lip sucker. All he did is suck my lower lips repeatedly like sucking a nipple for milk. I wonder if he loves to have sex with a sulk. After like 5 mins of kissing, i felt like my lower lips has swell double its size and i look like i am sulking. (which i am internally) . After that, i proceed to take his cocktail sausage in my mouth (its quite small). Both sausage and the balls fit into my mouth. When it comes to fucking, he told me he is still a virgin and asked me to be gentle. As gentle as i be, i cant seems to penetrate. Its like tyring to drill a hole into a concrete wall using my dick. But they said, never give up and victory is only for those who persevere. Yes, i made it. Its tight and warm and to make it better, he is moaning. Well, this victory doesnt last long as he decided to stop it after only like 4-5 strokes. He cant take it anymore, its too painful. I have to agree coz we didnt use any lubricant :PPPPP. So, he compensate by asking me to fuck hisface. I came after 20 mins and he swallowed all of it . I am so tired i just sleep naked next to him without cleaning up. He cleans me up and proceed to sleep next to me. The next day at 7am, to my suprise, i am woken up by an intense bj. I came and he came and i sent him home. Thats the last time i am going to meet him again. So long lip sucker!
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what happened next is really an eye opener or should i say mouth opener. This is certainly the first time i encounter with a lip sucker. All he did is suck my lower lips repeatedly like sucking a nipple for milk. I wonder if he loves to have sex with a sulk. After like 5 mins of kissing, i felt like my lower lips has swell double its size and i look like i am sulking. (which i am internally) . After that, i proceed to take his cocktail sausage in my mouth (its quite small). Both sausage and the balls fit into my mouth. When it comes to fucking, he told me he is still a virgin and asked me to be gentle. As gentle as i be, i cant seems to penetrate. Its like tyring to drill a hole into a concrete wall using my dick. But they said, never give up and victory is only for those who persevere. Yes, i made it. Its tight and warm and to make it better, he is moaning. Well, this victory doesnt last long as he decided to stop it after only like 4-5 strokes. He cant take it anymore, its too painful. I have to agree coz we didnt use any lubricant :PPPPP. So, he compensate by asking me to fuck hisface. I came after 20 mins and he swallowed all of it . I am so tired i just sleep naked next to him without cleaning up. He cleans me up and proceed to sleep next to me. The next day at 7am, to my suprise, i am woken up by an intense bj. I came and he came and i sent him home. Thats the last time i am going to meet him again. So long lip sucker!
telesales ...zzzz..*yawn~~~
ok...its my 9th working day in my office and i already got my paycheck...its just so funny when the amount i received is just a little less than my average salary in my previous telesales company. I dun know until now why i can actually stayed there for 8 months. But i have to admit, in the last 8 month i spend there...i've learned so much about myself. The story is ...i was an executive in a giant oil and gas company in msia . I have to be politically correct now to avoid stepping on any toes. I am not fond of the culture there. They overemployed staff. I know its generous but thats just like giving away free money to undeserving ppl. (for the records, i am thedeserving one) . Cut story short, i left after 2.5 years to pursue what i really like, fashion. Lol, just kidding. I cant even dress well myself. I want to pursue IT consultation because thats always been my interest. However, due to my engineering background, i was rejected left and right. Desperately seeking for a job, i thought to myself, y not sales? money is unlimited. So, applied for the telesales, got the job.
My 8 months in the telesales is like a bootcamp. I joined with tonnes of energy to earn money and i already start dreaming of spending it here and there. My god...in my life, i never experience this kind of environment. Its tense, you HAVE to be on the phone from 8-5. And my boss is a fucking controller/dictator/fucker. You know since i quit the oil company to look for more challenges, i see this as challenge 10x. We have targets to set and achieve and if you dun, you have to answer his questions which apparently has only one answer-Its you!!! You are an idiot. I stay coz i never had someone who actually patronize me and expect the best from me. Yup, so , in this period, i managed to learned a lot in terms of disciplines (if there is such subject, i will fail miserably), selling and most of all, pretending. For the records, i managed to get top sales for few weeks, so my point is i am a talented person!!! :p
Its just so funny thinking back. Since we are expected to pick up the phone at 830am sharp, at times where i dun feel like pitching in the morning. Few of my award winning conversations are, in a dialog format:
Me: Hi, good morning mr xxxx . This is XXXX calling from XXXX with regards to XXXXXXX.
XX: Yes, but i already spoke to you yesterday saying i am not interested.
Me: You are interested??? Thats great!! (i said it aloud to show off to my boss)
XX: No , i am not interested at all.
ME: Whats your email then? i will proceed to sent u the details.
XX: (Hangs up)
Me: IC...its xxxx@cxxxx.com . OK, will sent it to you right away and i will call u back tomorrow. Thanks for your time. BYE.
Sometimes, to avoid calling and have someone picks up...what i normally do is to call the Europe's number in the morning. Of coz no one will pick up...I will do this for 1 hr until my mood is back.
After 8 months, i felt that enough is enough...i have more talents and potential to be used elsewhere than just sitting on the phone and being patronize by Hitler. I am going to do well here in my new company. I can feel it already!
My 8 months in the telesales is like a bootcamp. I joined with tonnes of energy to earn money and i already start dreaming of spending it here and there. My god...in my life, i never experience this kind of environment. Its tense, you HAVE to be on the phone from 8-5. And my boss is a fucking controller/dictator/fucker. You know since i quit the oil company to look for more challenges, i see this as challenge 10x. We have targets to set and achieve and if you dun, you have to answer his questions which apparently has only one answer-Its you!!! You are an idiot. I stay coz i never had someone who actually patronize me and expect the best from me. Yup, so , in this period, i managed to learned a lot in terms of disciplines (if there is such subject, i will fail miserably), selling and most of all, pretending. For the records, i managed to get top sales for few weeks, so my point is i am a talented person!!! :p
Its just so funny thinking back. Since we are expected to pick up the phone at 830am sharp, at times where i dun feel like pitching in the morning. Few of my award winning conversations are, in a dialog format:
Me: Hi, good morning mr xxxx . This is XXXX calling from XXXX with regards to XXXXXXX.
XX: Yes, but i already spoke to you yesterday saying i am not interested.
Me: You are interested??? Thats great!! (i said it aloud to show off to my boss)
XX: No , i am not interested at all.
ME: Whats your email then? i will proceed to sent u the details.
XX: (Hangs up)
Me: IC...its xxxx@cxxxx.com . OK, will sent it to you right away and i will call u back tomorrow. Thanks for your time. BYE.
Sometimes, to avoid calling and have someone picks up...what i normally do is to call the Europe's number in the morning. Of coz no one will pick up...I will do this for 1 hr until my mood is back.
After 8 months, i felt that enough is enough...i have more talents and potential to be used elsewhere than just sitting on the phone and being patronize by Hitler. I am going to do well here in my new company. I can feel it already!
Friday, May 23, 2008
My first in KL
Shit...this is not supposed to be a sex blog. I usually write what's on my mind, interesting stuff happening to me. Well, but at this moment, sitting in my cubicle on a saturday morning, all i can think of is my past sex experience.
When i moved to KL after my studies 3 years ago, i rented a house along with my straight friends from my uni. So, on weekends we go clubbing, met girls , futsal, do all the guys things until i get sick of pretending. I had to pretend to show interest to girls, stage a ONS with a girl i met in a bar. ( i left the bar with her but i send her right back to her house, telling her i am not feeling well) . Its called peer pressure, you know when ur friends been getting ONS, you have to as well so that you wont be perceive as NOT MACHO or gay. I am just thinking, when do i get to do my girl thing. Ops, i mean gay thing. :p
I decided to move as i cant live this lie. Long story shot, i came across this cute, boyish guy online and its been 5 years since i had sex. Its a long story why. Anyways, we agreed to meet so he drove to my new place. We chatted for 1 hr, and we proceed to the bed. What happened next is label
When i moved to KL after my studies 3 years ago, i rented a house along with my straight friends from my uni. So, on weekends we go clubbing, met girls , futsal, do all the guys things until i get sick of pretending. I had to pretend to show interest to girls, stage a ONS with a girl i met in a bar. ( i left the bar with her but i send her right back to her house, telling her i am not feeling well) . Its called peer pressure, you know when ur friends been getting ONS, you have to as well so that you wont be perceive as NOT MACHO or gay. I am just thinking, when do i get to do my girl thing. Ops, i mean gay thing. :p
I decided to move as i cant live this lie. Long story shot, i came across this cute, boyish guy online and its been 5 years since i had sex. Its a long story why. Anyways, we agreed to meet so he drove to my new place. We chatted for 1 hr, and we proceed to the bed. What happened next is label
Foot Fetish!
I am now sitting in my office, as part of alternate saturday half day working, just cant wait until 12pm before i head straight for lunch and to my step class in California Fitness, Standard Chartered. As usual, if i do not have anything to do, i tend to get flashbacks.
Its so weird that the flashback i am getting is actually about this foot fetish i met last year. OK, to be frank with u guys, i love massages. What happened that day was, i was actually online looking for sex on a saturday night(i am still single that time). Then i received a message stating something like "Sir, i can lick your feet and u can ask me to do anything you want" , " I am looking for a master to torture me" , "i am help polish your shoes with my tongue and massage your feet with my mouth" ..something like this. I was like "INTERESTING" . I never bother to look at his pics coz my intention was clear...If he is cute, i am fucking him. Else, you will just need to massage my feet. At the same time, as uncomfortable as i was that time, i want to bring out the beast in me. :P
He arrived about 9pm...i looked at him. I was not even going to touch him. He looks below average, but i am ok with that. Its just that, he is this low self esteem guy, dress badly and doesnt have much personality(he is 27). I wasnt that excited, but i am just curious to see what will happen. I let him in. His first question to me is " Where is all your shoes?" . I pass it to him, he smelled it. His eyes brighten and said " I LOVES your smell" . Well, its a compliment anyway! .
We proceed to my room with my shoes. He called me master and asked me if i have any orders. Being clueless on how to handle this (its even harder when u are not turned on by him) , i just said, just massage my feet. So, i lie down with him at the foot of the bed. He is good!. Then i started feeling a tingling and moist sensation. OMG, he licked and put my feet into his mouth. Trust me, this is the best foot massage ever.
After 20 minutes of massaging, he kneeled and beg me (just like slave) to see if he can suck and touch my cock. Well, no one ever kneeled any beg for my cock.OK fine, You earned this cock. He sucked and massage my balls. It was one of the most intense and best bj i received in a while. I tried to hold my cum but i lost the battle in 5 minutes. I cum, he swallow it, thanked me (???). We cleaned up and he left.
I didnt get the beast out of me, but it is one of the best and weirdest experience i had in a while. He came and polish me once a week for the next 3 weeks until my bf J, came into my life.
Its so weird that the flashback i am getting is actually about this foot fetish i met last year. OK, to be frank with u guys, i love massages. What happened that day was, i was actually online looking for sex on a saturday night(i am still single that time). Then i received a message stating something like "Sir, i can lick your feet and u can ask me to do anything you want" , " I am looking for a master to torture me" , "i am help polish your shoes with my tongue and massage your feet with my mouth" ..something like this. I was like "INTERESTING" . I never bother to look at his pics coz my intention was clear...If he is cute, i am fucking him. Else, you will just need to massage my feet. At the same time, as uncomfortable as i was that time, i want to bring out the beast in me. :P
He arrived about 9pm...i looked at him. I was not even going to touch him. He looks below average, but i am ok with that. Its just that, he is this low self esteem guy, dress badly and doesnt have much personality(he is 27). I wasnt that excited, but i am just curious to see what will happen. I let him in. His first question to me is " Where is all your shoes?" . I pass it to him, he smelled it. His eyes brighten and said " I LOVES your smell" . Well, its a compliment anyway! .
We proceed to my room with my shoes. He called me master and asked me if i have any orders. Being clueless on how to handle this (its even harder when u are not turned on by him) , i just said, just massage my feet. So, i lie down with him at the foot of the bed. He is good!. Then i started feeling a tingling and moist sensation. OMG, he licked and put my feet into his mouth. Trust me, this is the best foot massage ever.
After 20 minutes of massaging, he kneeled and beg me (just like slave) to see if he can suck and touch my cock. Well, no one ever kneeled any beg for my cock.OK fine, You earned this cock. He sucked and massage my balls. It was one of the most intense and best bj i received in a while. I tried to hold my cum but i lost the battle in 5 minutes. I cum, he swallow it, thanked me (???). We cleaned up and he left.
I didnt get the beast out of me, but it is one of the best and weirdest experience i had in a while. He came and polish me once a week for the next 3 weeks until my bf J, came into my life.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Cutting ties
Thanks to one of my openly gay friend, AT, most of my friends already started shutting me down. Right now, i just hate AT. He thinks by he being openly gay, he can make the decision for me and go ahead and tell my straight friends about my sexuality. AT, i am damn pissed off with you. You and your big mouth cant seems to shut up. I regret that i trusted you.
Ok..wanna look at the chain reaction from his actions?? This is one of the message i received from my straight friends, AD yesterday :
AD: u can't put through
AD: only got arse hole to put through
AD: he is a good boy
AD: he is not a gay
AD: u r
AD: then good for u
AD: i believe, gays should have equal rights too
AD: unfortunately, malaysia can't accept your behaviour
Me: i will be removing u from my contacts if its u typing all these...if not...do let me know
I am speechless after reading the message. Well, moving on, i am not going to apologize to anyone or giving any explaination. Accept me as who i am or FUCK OFF. Whoever felt like what AD felt, i am cutting ties with you right away. Cheers. Life goes on.
Ok..wanna look at the chain reaction from his actions?? This is one of the message i received from my straight friends, AD yesterday :
AD: u can't put through
AD: only got arse hole to put through
AD: he is a good boy
AD: he is not a gay
AD: u r
AD: then good for u
AD: i believe, gays should have equal rights too
AD: unfortunately, malaysia can't accept your behaviour
Me: i will be removing u from my contacts if its u typing all these...if not...do let me know
I am speechless after reading the message. Well, moving on, i am not going to apologize to anyone or giving any explaination. Accept me as who i am or FUCK OFF. Whoever felt like what AD felt, i am cutting ties with you right away. Cheers. Life goes on.
Heart Melting
One of my close friend, MT send me an email today telling me her usual sexcapade with all the white people working in Malaysia. She seems to be able to get laid by those rich fellas at least once a month (she only fucks white guys) I find her latest story a bit heart melting. She used to said "I am waiting for my right guy to come, meanwhile i am having fun with the wrong one" .
OK back to the story, she met this guy (LL, a 37 y.o. dutch) thru one of her old fuck (director of a oil company) in Chinoz. She never expected sex. Long story short, they fucked. Since that night, LL has been head over heels towards MT. Based on my conversation with MT, he is such a gentlemen, sweet talker and worst of all, he sounded so sincere. MT just expecting it to be a one night stand, but he kept calling and texting. This is LL's latest email to MT:
"MT, I really like you and I feel blessed that I met you, I never want to loose you because I have the feeling you’re the best what ever happened to me. I felt in love before but I never felt as strong about it as I do with you now. I really hope that it will workout between the two of us (I know it will workout, I’ll make it work!). Only thing I’m afraid of is that I come on to strong to you and that I’ll scare you away so please tell me if/when there’s anything that bothers you and be aware that feelings for you are sincere"
Isn that sweet?? I believe her when she tell me that his obsession is not for a re-fuck. I can really felt LL's sincerity. Now MT is in dilemma, to choose her american, 25yo bf, G (they are having long distance relationship and he is just starting his career) vs 37 yo, LL (freaking rich, nice and gentlemen) . Hmmm...i promise to not have any influence in her decision. (i am lucky if she choose the rich one hehe)
OK back to the story, she met this guy (LL, a 37 y.o. dutch) thru one of her old fuck (director of a oil company) in Chinoz. She never expected sex. Long story short, they fucked. Since that night, LL has been head over heels towards MT. Based on my conversation with MT, he is such a gentlemen, sweet talker and worst of all, he sounded so sincere. MT just expecting it to be a one night stand, but he kept calling and texting. This is LL's latest email to MT:
"MT, I really like you and I feel blessed that I met you, I never want to loose you because I have the feeling you’re the best what ever happened to me. I felt in love before but I never felt as strong about it as I do with you now. I really hope that it will workout between the two of us (I know it will workout, I’ll make it work!). Only thing I’m afraid of is that I come on to strong to you and that I’ll scare you away so please tell me if/when there’s anything that bothers you and be aware that feelings for you are sincere"
Isn that sweet?? I believe her when she tell me that his obsession is not for a re-fuck. I can really felt LL's sincerity. Now MT is in dilemma, to choose her american, 25yo bf, G (they are having long distance relationship and he is just starting his career) vs 37 yo, LL (freaking rich, nice and gentlemen) . Hmmm...i promise to not have any influence in her decision. (i am lucky if she choose the rich one hehe)
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Horny Child
Just when i thought that this blog is going to be discontinued again by myself, i have to start it back again. I just started my new job as Asst Mgr, and i have to wait for 2 weeks b4 i am assigned a task. So, decided to revisit this blog.
It has always been me....on why i never write past than 3-4 post. I started a diary once (which also lasted for 2 week) when i was about 11 years old. It is suprising on what i used to write about. My childhood dreams of becoming an actor and mostly on my fantasy on BOYS! Thats the age when i started to jerk off at the Thai male models in the magazines. Why thai models? OK, those magazines belongs to my Thai maid. I will sneak into her room, take the magazines and lock myself in the room. She always suspected something. When she asked me why i lock myself..i just said i want privacy( which is very true). At times, i ended up shooting my loads all over the pages and i just wipe it away. Sorry Kakak.
At that age , i just get so high with those images that sometime i just ejaculate after a few strokes. Of coz its different now. Its just so funny sometimes remembering those childhood moments. :)
It has always been me....on why i never write past than 3-4 post. I started a diary once (which also lasted for 2 week) when i was about 11 years old. It is suprising on what i used to write about. My childhood dreams of becoming an actor and mostly on my fantasy on BOYS! Thats the age when i started to jerk off at the Thai male models in the magazines. Why thai models? OK, those magazines belongs to my Thai maid. I will sneak into her room, take the magazines and lock myself in the room. She always suspected something. When she asked me why i lock myself..i just said i want privacy( which is very true). At times, i ended up shooting my loads all over the pages and i just wipe it away. Sorry Kakak.
At that age , i just get so high with those images that sometime i just ejaculate after a few strokes. Of coz its different now. Its just so funny sometimes remembering those childhood moments. :)
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