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this way to heidi
A window into my soul, a doorway to my world. Sharing whatever experiences i have and encounter in this mad, mad, mad world
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Whole truth, and nothing but
Posted:Nov 19, 2018 5:31 am
Last Updated:May 8, 2019 1:55 am

There were a good few things I've been making mental notes on for blogging this past week or so since my last post but, weirdly enough, it's all at the tip of my fingers trying to spew out all at once, and, I'm drawing a blank on what I wanna blog about. SSOOooo, I figured I'd start with the truth on a few things.

I was back in Bali for a few days last week before flying out again early this morning. Anyways. When I was back, I sucked the husband off everyday. And you know what? I've come to realise (well, its a re-realisation, kinda like a rediscovery) that I actually really like it. I like playing with dicks, well, his dick in this case. But in general too. I've had the privilege to have played with a few in the last months so, that should be enough to make an accurate assessment.

Speaking of which, the last time I was in Sg, I managed to finally meet up an old fwb. We tried hooking up a few months before but I ended up sick and it didn't pan out. This time though, we made it happen . He DID take good care of me the last time when I was really sick, so this time round I figured I'd make it up to him. We met up on a weeknight and I had texted him the location of my hotel, hotel room, and specifically told him to only come by after 11pm (I didn't want any of my other colleagues to catch him coming and going from my room). He's also seeing someone, so I made it clear if he didn't want to meet up, I was fine with it. But if he did, I didn't want to be caught in any of his bullshit.

SO he came by close to midnight, I was half in bed by then so I answered the door nude. I was expecting us to skip the pleasantries and jump right in but we ended up taking for a bit in bed before we fucked each other silly I think the talking actually got me in the mood. I felt asleep after and woke up at 4am to him standing over me and stroking his dick on my face, and rubbing his hands over my clit. I got a shock at first, but found a fair bit of joy playing with his rather big balls. That got him excited enough and he was about to go down on me when I pushed him over and mounted him. That was a quickie, if there ver was one. Wham-bam-thank-you-maam. I came, then felt him blow his load, then I told him he needed to leave. We didn't say a word to each other other than me telling him he had to leave, and him agreeing. He left, I got ready for work, and we send a few texts over the next day or two. In all honesty, it reminded me of the saying, it's not the size of the tool, but how you use it that matters. Cos this fwb of mine, he's a big guy. Nigerian/English, about 110kg, in shape, big dick. But I had to take the lead most of the time to get the most pleasure outta him . The truth here - I only dated him before cos I heard he had a big dick. LOL Hey, don't y'all judge now

Anyhoo. The weekend came and it was my last night before I had to fly off. I met him and a few of our mutual friends at a bar for a few drinks. It was one of those mixed groups but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't expecting something, cos my fwb andI had a threesome with one of the other guys that was present. So a few drinks in and it was leading the way I thought it would lead. And we spent the good part of the evening trying to ditch everyone else (cos you know, it's all supposed to be a secret). In the end when I made an excuse that I had to go back and pack, my fwb said it's ok, another couple that was present was gonna send us back. I didn't know what that meant, but fuck it. I said lets go.

So 5 of us jumped into a car, the couple in front, with the male half driving, his girlfriend or wife, I didn't get the details, beside him in the passenger seat, and me and the two boys squeezing in the back seat. Didn't take long before the fwb started leaning in to kiss my neck, then run his hands up my dress. I turned in to kiss him, when I felt another pair of hands pulling the strap of my dress down and playing with my breast. I was about to stop them when I looked up and saw the couple in front looking back and smiling, and her hand was massaging her partners crotch. So I thought, ok, this is happening. I turned towards the fwb and leaned away from him, into the friend. This gave the fwb space to really start fingering me. The top of my dress was already pulled downed I put one hand over other guy's neck and he was nibbling on my nipple. This went on til we got back to the hotel. I think I may even have wet the seat.

We got back to my room and I actually dragged both guys into the shower with me. We were all from work so, I was a bit anal on this, and made everyone wash down LOL. We carried it onto the bed where the other couple was beside us. There was no physical interaction with them, they were just contented to watch and be watched, which was fine by me. At one point, I was actually riding them both, but they kinda carried me and put me on each other's dicks. LOL. As far as threesome go, it's not the best one, but it was still fun. Other guy wanted me to put my thumb into his ass when he was about to cum, but I was didn't. I wasn't feeling like it and uh...wasn't prepared for what would have came out so.... . He got a bit upset from that. LOL. So yeah, THAT was kind of the highpoint in the last few months. I knocked out on my flight and actually was core for 2 days after

Oh! Last truth - I was on my way up in the lift earlier and I was alone when I got on. I kinda farted in the lift LOL. Come ON! Everyone does that The thing was, when I got off, there was a family getting on to go back down. I hustled my ass outta there fast.
Gym fails, I suppose is most appropriate name for this...
Posted:Nov 10, 2018 12:38 am
Last Updated:Nov 19, 2018 3:05 am

Hola! Blogging on the road again. I'm in Jakarta for work, and's a Saturday afternoon and I'm holed up in my hotel room trying to prep for a big-ass meeting next week. times, I tell ya

I'm not even sure where to start cos heck of a LOT has happened in the last few weeks. Months...? I was out earlier today and Bon Jovi was playing from a speaker somewhere. I don't know where from, nor does it matter. The thing I wanna gripe at is, why the hell does Bon Jovi songs stick in my head? Soppy love ballads? I dunno. But that mofo is playing in my head all day. I'll see if I can make a run out later and hopefully, get some other tune in instead

Let's start with workout mishaps. That always goes down well.

Anyhow. I was in Singapore about two weeks ago, mostly for work. I had already made plans (most of which included catching up, finally, with a certain Nigerian/English BBC and a few other friends, but I'll add that another time) and it didn't include any workout whatsoever. As plans go, original plans went awry (some of it) and I ended up with a bit of free time. So I decided I'd join a few old friends of mine for a workout. I didn't pack anything with me so I, rather frivolously, went and bought a few pairs or workout gear. Genius that is me didn't bother trying them on properly and paid for them straight.

After work one evening I joined two of my friends and went for a HIIT class in a studio that they were members of. There was another couple in class, so that was 5 of us in a class, and the ratio was 4 ladies and 2 guys, with the instructor being he other male there. Anyhow. I wore a white workout tank top that was sheer at the back and was padded in front. During the warm up, I realised that the straps were a little loose and kept sliding off my shoulders. The torso area was pretty fitting so I kinda ignored it, thinking I'd tighten it during the break. Of course, there was no breaks .

It was one workout, then a little explanation, then more workout. There was a fair bit of jumping around and midway through, I think it was a burpee...? Maybe? Anyway. I was on the ground, and I came up and was jumping and my tits fell out of my top. I didn't notice it at first, but I DID notice the instructor go "umm...." and just stood there. Of course, being such good friends, one of my friend started laughing and pointing. I still didn't realise but had stopped jumping, but was just standing there panting like crazy. It was a full 10-15 seconds before my other friend came round and tried to cover my up. I turned around and tucked myself back in and just laughed. I wasn't too embarrassed, I happens. I gotta admit, it was my own fault. It was a weird exercise top. It's one of those that look really nice but kinda have very low functionality.

What got to me was, the female half of the couple who were also there started getting really angry with me. It's not like it was deliberate, or ...actually, I really didn't give a fuck. LOL. Her behaviour was just weird. I didn't end up paying for the class, cos I was there on a free trial, but I think tits out kinda helped. LOL

Second one, not so pleasant. I was back in the gym early this week. It was the day before I flew out here, but thats beside the point. I was swinging a kettlebell, minding my own business in a corner. I had chalked up my hands cos they were hurting from the friction, and midway through my 2nd set, the kettlebell (a 12kg one) kinda slipped out of my hand and flew across the room into the corner where one of the other guys were seated. It couldn't have been any more accurate, cos it literally smashed him in the nuts. Or I think it did. It hit him in the groin. He curled over and was groaning/whelping, I think... LOL. It was. HUGE commotion and the entire gym stopped and people were rushing over. It was shock and concern in the first.... 3 minutes, then it was laughter and concern the rest of the 10mins he was down.

They got human ice pack, although I wasn't sure if it actually helped. But gawd damn he was pissed at me after he recovered. We've seen each other in the gym but never really spoken, but damn he was pissed. Heheh...I'd be lying if I said I couldn't help laughing, but I was also really concerned and guilty. I apologised profusely, finished my workout and left. Ive been traveling since, and will probably be the end of the year before actually be back there so.....I'll go check up on him then

Oh! While we're at it, what is it about really tiny tights on guys these days? Is the skinny jeans not enough? I mean, I see guys in shorts, or tights, so fucking tiny, I think even I may not fit in them. I'm all for equality, and in all honesty, more power to you if you like it and wear it. But damn...when did that become the next "thing" in gym wear? Some, admittedly, look quite yummy in them. Most, unfortunately, do not. Yes yes....I know....I'm being all Judge-y.


Another thing I can't get behind is guys in singlet and running shorts. I've lived in Singapore for an extended period of time and in that culture, I blame the army for it. Cos I see a LOT of them wearing those that have army insignia on them. They need to know, unfortunately, as these things are, if they haven't worked out in a long time, digging out their old army running attire, isn't really too flattering
Even those who are in shape. I dunno. Something about that attire just isn't flattering. I think its cos it almost always doesn't fit properly.

Ah well. Thats my gripe about that. Will blog again. Gotta get back to work.
Thanks for reading!
Of kinks and freebies. It's been an odd, good one.
Posted:Oct 3, 2018 2:27 am
Last Updated:Oct 30, 2018 9:55 pm

This has been a bizarre week. Not all bad, but...I really can't think of another word that's more appropriate.
Interesting? Perhaps?

Anyways. The husband came back last Friday. I had taken the afternoon off and went to play a game of indoor hockey with some friends. It was a lot more vigorous than I had expected, and by the evening's end, I was literally soaked through. I sat and chatted with some friends for another hour before heading home.
I texted the husband that I was headed back, and I'll see him back home cos he was already on his way back. It was hot, and humid, and I had perspired, soaked through my attire, hung out, dried off a little, and was, at that point, perspiring again. I told him I'd head back first and hit the shower.

He then surprised me by asking me not to. Shower, that is. I had completely forgot he was so into...this, not showering/scent thing. When I got home, I actually tried holding out til he got back, but I literally stank. Well, I think I did, is I showered and he got a little disappointed. That didn't stop us from fucking each other's brains out over the weekend. Which, needless to say, was fucking awesome (or is that awesome fucking? ) cos this really was the first time we really let loose in about 4-6 months of persistent arguing.

Sex was sweet at times, angry (ain't that one of the best though, angry sex? ), gentle, rough. Think most of all, it was passionate. At least we still have that fire. . I guess hindsight IS really 20/20. I thought going on a break would be the beginning of the end. But once again, it helped. Whew.

I felt kinda bad depriving him of his little kink so over the weekend I indulged him in another. As far back as I can remember, he's always been an upskirt/public flashing fan. I remember finding it on his old laptop all those years ago. LOL. So Sunday morning we got up really really early and rode out to the beach. I brought him out to a nice quiet spot at the bottom of a cliff. We actually rode close to two friggin hours to get there. I also let him pick out my attire for the day.

We spent the entire morning sunbathing nude. Even pushed the law a little by fucking at the beach but I think it was just waaaaaay too hot. Both of us got plenty aroused, but we just couldn't cum. LOL. We rode back down to Seminyak area where we went "shopping", which was basically me picking clothes and flashing him in public. We got caught and was asked to leave one establishment Fuck'em. I never liked their style anyways. LOL. So yeah, that was my weekend. By the time we got back we were both so dehydrated we knocked out Fuck, we're getting old. Ah well.

Monday, I got a call from a friend asking if I'd help him out. They were shooting a promo video for their hotel and they were a few ladies short. They basically needed extras to be seen working out in the hotel gym. I wasn't even gonna consider it BUT!! It was sponsored. We didn't get paid, but we could keep the clothes they were providing. Heh...what can I say, I guess I'm a cheap date

I sorted my work out and got there in the mid afternoon. This was super weird. They got me to wear a pair of red booty shorts and a light blue and yellow sports bra for the shoot. My first reaction was, nobody would work out in these...then I thought, actually, I would. lol. Just not with this combo. But anyhow, they got everyone wearing bootyshorts, guys included, which, aside from being really odd, it was fucking hilarious. LOL.

They got me and another girl doing something odd holding two dumbbells and squatting at the same time. And the camera was, frankly, trying too hard. Going low, going high. One of the other girls was protesting at how much they were shooting our asses, one of the guys couldn't stop laughing, and all through this, I kept wanting to scream at them, cos this really isn't how the exercise is done! LOL

The husband accompanied me to this and he seemed like he had a good time. They gave me a few more items to bring back. Apparently they're a new exercise brand and all the items were "the latest in fashion and design, for your every workout needs". Which was bullshit. BeCAUSE!!

I wore one of their bra tops to the gym this morning. One thing I can say about their apparel is that they're comfortable. But anyhow, I wore a white bra top I took from them to the gym this morning. I did a half hour on the bike and went to do some weights. I noticed slightly more stares than usual, and, admittedly, I don't have the biggest tits, especially by today's standards. But my tits were getting a lot more attention than I was used to. I then realised, on m way out that my nipples were showing through the top. It's usually not that big a deal if it was just pokies. But the sweat had made it almost see through and it was two dark spots on an otherwise white tip :S

I was a little too tired to give a fuck, plus I was already on my way out so I just left and rode home. But yeah, so much for freebies

It's midweek! The weekend's here!

Well, almost

Thanks for reading!
Reminiscing - Such Joys and Embarrassment at the same time
Posted:Sep 25, 2018 11:36 pm
Last Updated:Sep 28, 2018 10:15 pm

First up, thanks for all the comments in my last blog(s). Sorry I didn't reply, I still have a bone or two to pick with the bikini contest website though. I mean, banning people from posting/joining cos their photos are too raunchy? Like seriously? Fucking don't make sense!

Anyhow. I've been out and about a lot in the past week. Like a lot more than what I'd normally get up to. Case in point, I had video conference call this morning and my colleague in the US mentioned how I've somehow got a lot more tanned since our last call on Monday. The reason I've been out like, all the time is cos I've got a good friend visiting. We used to house together waaaaaaay back when. She's here with 2 other friends on a girls trip out and I've been spending a LOT of time with them.

I brought her (just her, her two other friends didn't want to join) to my nude yoga class last weekend. We used to live together so we've been around each other nude before. But it's so strange how she found the class middle erotic. Ok, It's not so strange.....admittedly I felt like that too, before. Maybe now I'm just desensitised. Or rather, I think I've started taking the classes more seriously. Like I really like how I feel after. And I also appreciate how much clearer we can see imbalances without clothes on. But anyway. I brought her along and she found the class erotic. Like what's so erotic about seeing tits and dicks flopping to one side, and ball sacks squished in poses? LOL

We've also been spending a lotta time on the beaches. We were out at a beach club yesterday and it was pretty busy. I didn't spot it, but my friend did, and pointed out another girl in the exact same bikini I was in. It's a WW, which is a fairly common enough brand, I see them around every now and then, but the one I was wearing wasn't. I thought it'd be uncommon enough, but apparently not (I was in a one of the mega mesh series) . And I don't know what it is about WW that prompts wearers to...... reach out and talk to each other. lol

Cos the moment we saw each other, she came round and spoke to me. . It was a simple casual conversation, and we chatted for a bit, then our friends started chatting to each other. It was a nice, friendly thing. I still don't know why that happens though. I'm not complaining The world could use more "nice". So yeah, bikini buddies IS a thing.

Which brings me back to what I had wanted to post about to begin with. We spoke of many things thus far, but one of the things that stuck out was once, when we were still living together, I was dating this American lady at the time. I guess this story stuck out cos it brought back so much memories and emotions that are attached to these memories. This was one of the most serious relationships from my past. Anyhow.

This friend of mine was dating this guy at the time, and she convinced me to let him walk in on us making out just to get him riled up. LOL. I can't believe we did that. But the whole idea was to get a big reaction out of him, and uh....we succeeded. I still remember, we had all just come home from work and we didn't plan out the specifics, but she went into the bathroom and got him to wait outside. My ex and I were in the kitchen and we weren't sure exactly how we'd do it, but we went for it. We started out innocently enough, but I guess the idea of putting on a show got to us (at least it got to me ) and one thing led to another and I found myself on a chair and the ex was kneeled between my legs and fingering me. I could see my friend's ex watching from the corner of my eye even as I was kissing my ex and I had my ex's blouse open and was squeezing her breasts. And she had really big tits.

We didn't stay around to find out how it went down with them cos I remember moving into my own room after that . Fuck, that was such a long time ago. I guess I AM getting old, finding such joys reminiscing

We're heading out tonight again too. Fuck. I had forgotten how much fun this can be. But at the same time, I also remember why I don't do this anymore. It's expensive, and gawd frigging tiring. LOL

Anyhow. I gotta run. Thanks for reading
Why do I keep doing this to myself? :/
Posted:Sep 18, 2018 11:29 pm
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2018 9:04 pm

Heck, I wasn't sure I wanted to post this. Especially following up my earlier post. Cos two posts in a day?! That's an absurd, too much time spent in here!

Uh....oh! Right. I was saying. Some fantasies should remain as such, fantasies. There has been Soo many examples of trying to fulfil them, only to have them be ruined to the point where it's not even fun to have them in your head anymore

There's a Caribbean-themed restaurant/bar that I've frequented a few times in the last week or so. I had friend in town and she liked the food so we've been there three times in the last week. There's a young black guy working behind the counter that's quite cute. We chatted for a bit on my second visit and I find out he's actually from Trinidad and Tobago. That has nothing to do with anything, except that I found that to be interesting. What a long way have travelled, but I guess work beckons. So anyhow, my last trip, he gave me his number but I never called, or texted.

I have toyed with the idea though, but mostly, cos I didn't get to hook up properly with my fwb (who's also a young, black guy) when I was last back in Singapore. So I figured, this must be me just looking for a substitute. I gave it a pass. Yesterday, late afternoon I was in the supermarket and I noticed this tall, athletic looking guy from the corner of my eye. I didn't look properly cos I didn't want to be too obvious. This guy then walked over and tapped me on the shoulder. Turns out, it was my T&T (that's Trinidad and Tobago) from the Caribbean Club.

He asked if I would join him for a drink at a nearby bar for a quick drink before he had to run home to get ready for his shift at night. I honestly didn't think it would take long, so I agreed. We sat on one of the tables outside and we had a cocktail (I have no idea what it's called, but it was pretty good. And it packed a punch ) and basically watched people go by as we talked. There were a few people that walked past from the beach and he motioned towards a few ladies that past, and mentioned to me how he really liked the side bob. Like he preferred that over the conventional cleavage. I chipped in as well, and of course the subject matter got more sexual as it progressed.

This went on for a while more before he mentioned that he actually lived close by (it wasn't that close). He asked if I should like to keep the conversation going while we went back to his place so he could change and get ready for work. I thought, fuck it. Let's do this. So off we went. We got back to his place and on the way up the stairs, he was tugging at my shorts. He tugged them low enough it came down halfway, and he saw that I wasn't wearing underwear. He rushed me through the front door, bent me over a table, pulled my shorts all the way down and started eating me out. I felt a bit self conscious cos, well, you know. I would have liked time to prep

But I got distracted by how....haphazard he was down there. He was licking me one second, then tongue fucking me, then licking my ass. All in the space of a few seconds. He got up, pulled my top off and directed me down to his dick. I was already kind put off, but I thought, okay...lets just go with it for now. I pulled his pants down and his dick sprang up, literally, like a spring. Before I even went close, I could smell him. I can't believe I actually thought about it But I finally told him no, lets go shower together. This whole sweat and pee stench, not doing it for me.

We jumped in the shower, and it was tiny, so we kinda took turns. I just made sure his dick was scrubbed clean and led him back to into the living room. We passed his kitchen when he grabbed me by my waist and lifted me up onto his dining table. He came in closer and I told him to go grab the rubber. He was all, "oh, I don't have any." So I told him, look, I don't know you. Well, barely know you. You're cute and all, but no rubber, Nooooooo waaaay. He started whining about how he didn't have time to run down to get. I'm like, that (pointing to his dick) ain't going nowhere near this (pointing to mu own crotch) without protection.

He looked like he was about to either cry, or explode in fury, which was actually, quite scary. He just whined a little more and we ended up laughing. He then offered to finger me off while I jerked him off, but he was waaaaaay too.....rough and clumsy (the stick two fingers and jam and yank as hard and fast as you can technique. Seriously. Where do they get this? Where does it say that do THAT immediately and it will feel good -_- ) It was horrible. I told him to stop, and I played with his dick a little bit but he too couldn't cum. I got dressed and left. I didn't even bother waiting for him to leave together.

So yeah, THAT didn't go well. At ALL.
There's no sense left in sense
Posted:Sep 18, 2018 10:27 pm
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2018 9:03 pm

Sigh. Okay, here we go. A good friend of mine came over for a visit a few days ago. Normally I'd be more than happy to have her around, but the circumstances that preluded her trip out wasn't....good, to say the least. She's getting a divorce, after more than 20 years of marriage.

Now I suppose divorces are common enough these days, but this one hit me kinda hard, firstly cos she's a very close friend of mine, and mainly, cos I didn't see this one coming. I had last met them in the tail end of last year and I knew they have had problems, but they seemed like they would work around or past it. I really wasn't expecting them to split. Also, rather selfishly, I kinda felt sucker-punched by her situation cos it reminded me of my own. The husband and I are still on a break from each other and it has been more than a month.

We see each other, but very sparingly, with his constant travels on top of my own. But we FaceTime and text each other a few times a day, and that seems to be working out. We are still working through a few things, but. guess the good news is, we are working on them. But anyhow, back to my friend's visit.

By the time she made it out here they had already filed and her now soon-to-be ex husband was packing all his things to move out. To facilitate that she flew out here for a few days. She called me a few days prior to arriving, told me her story, and of course, I promptly went out to meet her. She had booked a villa in Seminyak area, which is relatively far off from where I am, so I stayed with her for a few days. She told me what happened, there was no exchange of ideas, no cry on the shoulder, none of that. I was there just for support. We went out shopping, went to several beaches, and even hit some clubs. There was no booty calls, although, to be honest, I was half expecting it

But anyhow, that's my earthquake on top of the earthquakes I've had to experience lately

On a side note, we were lazing on one of the beaches one morning and she had got her phone out to take a picture of something. It reminded me of how many pictures she used to take, and so I asked if she was still sending pictures in for bikini contests. She used to be a regular contributor to a few online bikini contests, and even received quite a few free swimsuits as a result.

What she told me next was a bit of a shocker. She told me the swimwear companies that ran these on-going contests, had banned her. For showing too much skin. -_- I mean, Really?! Its a barking bikini contest!! And they sell a range of micro bikinis! TO say I don't get this is really an understatement. But yeah, makes no sense.

Ah well, more madness to fill this world. I mean, why not? -_-
Bang-cock! Alas, it wasn't meant to be -_-
Posted:Sep 11, 2018 10:19 pm
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2018 9:03 pm

Hola! Am awaiting for my flight back home so, nothing else to do but blog!

I flew into Bangkok on Monday and am here for work. Hang on....I feel the need to backtrack a little.

I was in Singapore two weeks ago and I bumped into a fwb of mine.. Well, we're more like each other's booty-calls. But the last we hooked up was a long time back. This was before I moved away. So I bumped into him while I was there and we kinda picked up where we left off. There was a lot of flirting and sexting each other but we never found time to meet. When I left for home, the texting continued. When I found out. I had to fly to BKK for work, I toyed with the idea of us meeting there. I was actually really really surprised when he agreed.

So I got in on Monday, went through a day of work but ended the day with my tummy feeling a bit off. I brushed it off as me not being used to the local cuisine. Takes about a day or so to get used to it, right? So he got in on Tuesday morning, and by the time we met, it was mid afternoon and what started out as a tummy ache was now a full blown food poisoning Don't know about you, but food poisoning, really kills the sexy

I was so sick I had to cancel my evening appointments and ran back to my hotel to rest. He came by and, we actually tried to get it on, but uh...having to run to the toilet every half hour does kill any mood one has. We were both kicking and cursing our luck, but he was nice enough to stay with me and brought me water and even ran out to get me some diarrhoea meds. He left earlier this morning, and as luck would have it, by the time it came for me to leave for the airport, I felt a ton better -_-

We've made plans to meet in Bali but that will have to be later in the year. Ah well...wasn't meant to be.

In the midst of lying in bed and feeling like my stomach was falling out, I was watching him going about doing his thing. At one point, he was in the toilet peeing before taking his shower. I saw him just hold his dick in his hand and pointing it like a hose, and thought, aside from sex, a big dick is really.....cumbersome. No? LOL

He's a big guy, so I suppose it's proportionate...but we're talking about an easy 11 inches of manhood schlong here. And it was just hanging there, in the shower. Maybe it's the meds, but I can't help thinking it must get in the way of a lotta things. Pretty much how big tits work with women. Right? I mean, it's really fun to play with and all, but not when I'm sick Anyways. Gotta catch my flight back.

Catch ya guys again.
And thanks for reading!
The smooth and silky?
Posted:Aug 29, 2018 9:12 am
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2018 12:07 am

I had the afternoon off...hang on, that's not right. I THOUGHT I had the afternoon off earlier today so I made an appointment at the hair saloon to get my hair cut. I went for lunch and was about to head down to the saloon when I get a call asking if I was sitting in on a meeting that I had suggested we have, but didn't include it into my calendar. So I then had to run back to the office, cancel my appointment and apologise to the hairdresser (who is an old friend of mine), sit in on a meeting that I initiated but am now not fully prepared, and perspiring like crazy. And the worst thing was, I had this line from the movie Don't Mess With The Zohan in my head, "you want the smooth and silky?"

I have no idea why, I didn't even watch the movie in its entirety, just caught snippets of it here and there. But that was popping in my head the whole afternoon. "You want the smooth and silky?" Fuck.

I'm thinking its the lack of sleep. I'm barely hitting 5 hours every night. I'm not sure if I should be complaining, so officially, this is NOT a complain. Its mostly self-inflicted. This week has been long, work wise. Early starts and late endings and all that. But when I get back to my room, what I should be doing is sleep, but since I like mixing pleasure with work so much, having the boyfriend around, we don't do a lot of sleep either

Again, don't get me wrong, as tiring as it is, getting back tired, getting jumped in the shower, being woken up countless times in the middle of the night for a romp or two (or five or six), it feels fucking great! hahahaa
I suppose great fucking IS fucking great. Feels like I'm 22 again. LOL. although I am pretty sure I need a holiday to recover from this

Speaking of youth, here's another 3-degree separation incident. I was in the train one morning (and FYI, rush hour is a BITCH!!! I literally had forgotten about it after moving away, but fuck me! Rush hour is madness!!) I saw another ex of mine. No, not the same one from the previous blog. This one was from waaaaaay back, when I was in school. First year in Uni. We went back to campus during one of the holidays, snuck into a lecture theatre and fucked. It was a thing for us at the time cos we did it a few times. It was then that ai realise, that you really can see everyone from the front

Which brings me back to the boyfriend. I kinda feel sorry for him, on some level, cos the only sex we have is usually rough. We didn't start off having rough sex, but somehow, every time we meet, I either want him to fuck me raw, pull my hair, slap, and all that, or I want to pull his hair, tie him down, grind his face, amongst other things. I don't know if we're rushing through this phase and end up getting bored with each other, or...I dunno. He's not saying anything otherwise so....then again, he's not one to say something until it gets too much. Ah well...we'll see. I'd like to explore this chain of thoughts bit further but he's back and uh...we gotta shower

It's midweek!! I got a day and a half before I fly back to Bali so, lemme enjoy this first, eh? There will be time to ponder later

Have a good rest of the week!
More 3-degree stuff. Really. What are the odds
Posted:Aug 27, 2018 10:57 am
Last Updated:Aug 29, 2018 7:01 am

I bump into enough Singaporeans in Bali. Even if I don't bum into them, I see enough of them. We're not that far away from each other. Perfectly understandable. BUT! I've never bumped into or met anyone from Bali in Singapore. Be it local Balinese or foreigners who liven Bali. It's just not that common.

Was out at dinner with a few friends, or what I thought was a few friends, on Sunday night. There were a lot more people there than I thought. Anyways. One of my friend introduced me to this guy and we got to talking. He said he found me familiar, and after awhile, he found out that I live in Bali. He was living there for 7 years, but left about 5 years ago. A little further into the conversation and. found out that he actually was the first person to have taught me surfing! That must have been about 10 years ago! Haha!! What are the odds?!?

I can only vaguely remember him but apparently he remembers both my friend and I Apparently my friend, at the time, was one of the few people who tried surfing in a thong bottom, and he even recalled my bikini bottom falling off a few times!! LOL Good gawd that brought back memories!

OKok, I wanted to post about a few other things but it's way past 2am here and I gotta be up in less than 5 hours Fuck these work trip are the worst. Why did I agree to this again...?

Y'all have a good week now!
6 degrees?! More like 3 degrees of separation -_-
Posted:Aug 24, 2018 1:39 am
Last Updated:Sep 11, 2018 4:02 am

Hiya! I've been trying to blog now for the past week or so. I've made two entries but they've disappeared, no doubt lost in hyperspace somewhere (do people even use the term hyperspace anymore? I am such an old foggie)

But! Fuck that. Let's just move on. Sooo....baring any interruptions, this is today's entry.

I'm back in Singapore and have been for a week now. Flew in last Friday for what was supposed to be a purely leisure trip, but it has now been extended into a somewhat work trip. I was supposed to fly in for the weekend cos I'm meeting the boyfriend here. He's got a shoot here and I'm kinda tagging along. I kinda let slip that I was in town and figured I'd squeeze in some work, and it has since escalated into an extended work trip. Which is fine, I don't mind being a bit productive. So that's that.

When I got in last Friday, I met the boyfriend directly in the hotel room that he's in. I had imagined that we'd meet, embrace, and start tearing each other's clothes off in what would be a passionate, lustful embrace. Of course, fantasy vs reality was always going to be different. But wasn't expecting it to be a bit awkward. Cos it was awkward when we met. We embraced, and we sat and talked for awhile before we went out for dinner, then had a few drinks. It wasn't until late at night that we finally got going. We made up for it though cos we didn't leave the room until Sunday evening I suppose the initial awkwardness was well worth it...? Does it work that way?

I also, rather ambitiously, promised I'd take over her slot last Sunday morning for a run. It was a fun race, but the thing was, I had to meet them before the race, which was about 5am in the morning, collect her fun pack (which includes number tags, t-shirts and stuff) and run the race in her place. She had suffered some bad shin splints the week before and found out that I was going to be back the same weekend as the race, and asked me and I stupidly said yes. Anyways. Clearly, I didn't make it. I had woken up early enough, but in the time when I was supposed to have met them and ran the race, I was a little occupied riding a dick that I was rather fond of. So...I guess the D won I told them I sprained my ankle and apologised, and had to fake a limp the first half of this week just to sell the lie. THAT, is commitment

I've lived here most of my life. I've moved away a few times for extended periods of time, but mostly, I've lived here. I only moved to Bali, like...2 plus years ago...? maybe even less. Anyhow. My point is, I've been back for a week and I've been reminded again how confusing this place can be.

I didn't pack much clothes cos I wasn't planning on staying this long. (Also, I wasn't planning to be clothed a lot of the time) So I had to get some, especially if I had to go into office for a good few days. I was out shopping and I see a lotta girls in bootyshorts, which is nice. It IS hot AF here. No one bats an eyelid. But as soon as they see a nipple sticking through a t-shirt, I start getting "the look". I suppose its a give and take. Can't wine's all. heheh..

Which bring me to - a little downblouse incident - mine vs Celine.
There's an IT guy here who I've emailed on more than one occasion. We've liaised a lot since I joined and he's always been helpful. I've never met him the last few times I've been here but this time, I have. He's a nice guy. And oddly, every bit of the stereotyped "IT guy" image I have in my head. LOL. He's been helping me with a few things this past week and I keep catching him looking down my blouse. LOL. Like when I'm over at his desk and I'm bent over trying to look at the screen, I keep catching him looking down my blouse I thought, after the first few times, he'd be more cool about it, I mean, it IS the same thing, be it day one or day five. Anyhow. He needs to work on his discretion. Maybe I'll tell him

On to downblous 2. Celine is this French lady in the office. We're on the same team for a few projects, so she's been coming round to speak to me a few times. Earlier in the week, I was at my desk and she came round, bent over and was speaking to me. It must be a girl thing (like when she's speaking to another girl) cos she really wasn't bothered about it, so i really couldn't help looking but I noticed she had on a really nice, black lacy bra on. It's nice enough that I actually contemplated asking her where she got it But I think that'd be a really bad faux pas (is there ever a good faux pas?!). I'm guessing I have to let this go

Lastly, this being such a tiny place, socially as well as geographically, I bumped into an ex a few nights ago. I bumped into him over lunch, we chatted for a bit, then left. We've been each other's booty-call on more than a few occasions after we split, so the relationship has always been good. So it wasn't a huge surprise when he then texted me a few times during the day and it quickly got a bit flirty. I then bumped into his and his girlfriend that very evening when I was having dinner with the boyfriend. They were seated diagonally across me and his girlfriend had her back to me, and I was facing them. We greeted each other but said nothing else and went about our own dates, as they were.

I made it a point to not look over as much cos I really didn't want to spoil my own date. But once or twice, when I did peer over, I saw him (the ex) peeking over. Of course, I went and kinda pushed it a little. Before anything, I should add that I'm a little embarrassed by this. Towards to end of our meal, I excused myself and went to the ladies and removed my panties. I came back to my seat, hiked my skirt up a little higher than necessary and angled myself so I was facing the ex at his table. The thought of what I was doing kinda got me a bit excited so while we were sharing an ice-cream, I told the boyfriend to stretch out his hand under the table and I passed him my underwear. He saw it, and laughed, and promised to do all sorts of things to me. So we were giggling like a bunch of teenagers at our tables and at the corner of my eye, I see the ex's girlfriend getting up and walking towards the washroom. I faced the boyfriend again but turned my hips to face the ex, and uncrossed my legs and kept it apart for a good half minute before the boyfriend and I got up and left.

By the time we settled our bill and walked out, we passed the ex and his girlfriend at their table and we said our brief goodbyes and we left. By the time we got back to our room, I had all but forgotten about it cos the boyfriend and I were really going at it. I got up the next morning and check my hone and I got 8 msgs from the x at 4am in the morning telling me how he enjoyed seeing me over dinner

There's been a few back and forth raunchy texts between us but I haven't really had time to reciprocate. I'm not even sure if anything will happen with this booty call, cos I think I might be trying to balance too many things at once. I texted the husband to tell him about it and he, at least, enjoyed it Which is also a bit odd, cos the husband and I are on a sort of a break from each other, hence my trip our here. We've been arguing a lot the past few months but....we've maintained contact and are still communicating often enough so, I think it's helping.

Anyhow, it's a fucking Friday and I have to get back to work -_- I've got drinks with the team later this evening and the boyfriend (who went up to KL yesterday for another shoot) will be back tomorrow so, that's my weekend sorted. Then it's more work next week, then back to Bali. Have a good weekend y'all!!

Will post again soon.
Flashing moments
Posted:Jul 30, 2018 6:36 am
Last Updated:Aug 24, 2018 10:41 pm

HIya! Been awhile since my last blog entry. Haven't been all that inspired to blog mostly. I'd start then midway through, get distracted and then delete the entire thing. I'm on the road at the moment so, stuck in a hotel room. Might as well get out . This might be a bit haphazard but my brain is working chronologically now so, this might end up being in chronological order

I'm in HCM city in Vietnam for work and I got in late last night. Was supposed to start early this morning but the people I was supposed to meet had cancelled. I had about 2 hours of free time so I took the opportunity to treat myself a little. I took a nice long soak after breakfast, dried and creamed myself, then put a hydrating mask on and had music playing while I laid naked in bed. I must have been really relaxed cos I heard 2 knocks on my door, a lady's voice, then my room door swung open and the cleaning lady barged in. It's not like I couldn't be bothered to move, but she didn't really give me any time to respond. She comes in, sees me naked in bed with a mask on, and, get this, she just stands there with her cleaning cart holding my room door open.

I turned my head to face her and. I can see the hallway. I didn't say anything but I turned my palms up, signalling or indicating, wtf? To her credit, without skipping a beat, she asked if she could clean the room. I'm like, "yeah. Why the fuck not." I DID ask her to close the door though, which she did only after people had walked past and looked in of the mdid a double take really quickly. So I just laid there on my bed while this strange, but admittedly, kinda cool cleaning lady cleaned up my room for 5 mins. So yeah, that was this morning. LOL

Which has been somewhat of a theme in the past week. I was cooking on Friday afternoon when the husband came back from his work trip. He was carrying his own luggage and had got the cab driver to help him carry giant bottles of water. It's the ones where you overturn them onto a dispenser, so they were quite heavy. The thing is, the water dispenser was in the kitchen where I was cooking by the stove so I couldn't just leave. And I had nothing on except one of the husband's old basketball jersey. Which is essentially, a sleeveless net - it didn't cover much. The cab driver was a little awkward when he first saw me, but he definitely took a bit longer putting the second bottle in the kitchen. . Does that count as flashing?

And speaking of flashing.

I've very very recently moved out of my friend's place and back to the area where I had to move out from earlier. Sounds confusing? Yeah. Believe me, real pain in the ass. But anyhoo. It's a little further out but essentially, I'm back in the old neighbourhood, I guess. So I've been back to my regular gym and nude you classes. Had my first class since moving back over the weekend and I've been warned, well, all the students attending the class were warned of a flasher in the area. He's also been propositioning some of the ladies. I didn't pay much attention to it until after class when I was walking back to my bike. Turns out this flasher is 70+ year old man, just lurking outside and showing some of the ladies his dick. LOL

I was walking with another lady from class and he whistled to get our attention, then he used his hands to signal us over. I didn't think much of him and even joked to her how he'd literally get a heart attack if he ever found out we actually do our yoga nude. I was quite nonchalant about it all until she mentioned he actually flashed himself to a 9 year old girl and her mom a few weeks before. Then I got really angry and was about to turn around to see if he was still watching us but he was gone. So yeah. Now we have a flasher around. -_-

Onto something little more....light hearted but still equally irritating - I went for a massage a few weeks back. It was full body massage that was part of a day spa. That's relevant cos not a lot of massage places actually get you fully nude for full body massage these days. But anyways. It was a full body massage and I did mine nude. It was good, the massage, I feel I should add that. But yes, massage. The message therapist was massaging my lower back and glutes cos I was complaining to her how they were really tight. At one point she was massaging my butt and she was massaging outwards and she invariably pulled my asscheeks apart. The massage, like I mentioned earlier, felt great. The sensation of having your butt cheeks pulled apart and have a cold...not cold. But cooler air blow up my ass as my butt cheeks were pulled apart, at the time, really irritated me, for some reason.

It's like fucking doggystyle and the guy grabs handfuls of your ass and not only squeezes, but pulls at the same time. You get that splitting feeling that, when not aroused, doesn't feel so nice. It's funny too cos when aroused, especially if the guy's hands are big, its fucking hot. I think cos that's usually followed by feeling him slam into me and feeling his balls slam into me hard. And times, well, most times, I like that But yes, I'm gonna add this to the list of things (and there are many for this list is long) that are usually fine when aroused, but the exact opposite when not aroused.

And on that sour note, I gotta run. Thanks for reading
Will try and post a lil more.
The disparity is disturbing. Lack of effort? I think so...
Posted:Jul 17, 2018 11:42 pm
Last Updated:Aug 13, 2018 5:05 am

Headed into town today and was reminded why I make it a point to not want to head into town😝. It’s hot AF, crowded and just....too friggin frantic for my liking. (Then again, I haven’t had the best of weeks so.... acting like an cranky fart. And yes, very much aware of that)

Anyhow, running through what I need to do in town and one thing I’ve noticed is how in some couples, particularly the ones that are have been dating for awhile but not long, and ones where the guys are older than the girls. I hate to stereotype and I KNOW generalising here, but the females look like they bothered putting something nice on, and the males just simply, don’t. not saying one is more attractive than the other although sometimes that’s the case, but it really appears like the males, or those males, just can’t simply care about being presentable. Like really? I know it’s got nothing to do with me but I found myself getting irritated and agitated by it😊

A couple just walked past and the lady was in a nice dress, and the guy was in a tshirt that didn’t fit and shorts that look like they belong in a bedroom. Like come on! A lil effort pls...?

I know I know...none of my business. For all I know she might like em sloppy....?😳. being a real cranky puss. Rant over. Gonna continue skulking on my own. Hope your weekend went well. If you must know (I know you don’t, but gonna tell you anyway🤪), mine sucked. Not in any good way. Sucked in a not-satisfying way. Boo!
So many questions, so little answers
Posted:Jul 14, 2018 12:41 am
Last Updated:Aug 13, 2018 5:06 am

Hooberstank. I just heard them through the speakers at the gym this morning. They didn't stink. I wonder who Hoober is? And do I now refer to them as a one-hit wonder? I'm sure they had other hits...I just don't know them. Would they then be counted as hits? I wonder if they're still around...soo many questions....

I unearthed an old pair of Nike workout tights this morning and wore them to the gym. I left the house thinking they fit really nicely, and was so proud of myself for finding them again. Kinda like a new buy, yet not. Warmed up, still, the tights felt great. Midway through the workout, it all came back to me, why I had put them away. I was doing intervals today and one box jump after another, my tights started sliding down. So I tugged them up, and folded the top down. I had to fold it down twice and it was still loose. No big deal, right? I got through the workout and was on my own warming down and I caught my own reflection in the mirror and thought, yeah. Cos I had pulled my tights so far up it was literally hugging every crevice of my ass. And I thought, yeah....made my butt look great! LOL

I found a space on the floor to stretch and midway through that, it hit me. Cos I've been tugging my tights up my ass, the front would have been tugged up too. And lo-and-behold, cameltoe I thought about it for 2 seconds before deciding to fuck it. I was done anyway, so I took another 10 minutes to finish my stretch before hitting the showers. Which brings me to:

Super hairy lady
I stepped out of the showers and was greeted (ok, maybe wasn't greeted. But it certainly caught my attention) by the biggest bush ever. Like Amazonian jungle bush. Forest. She looked like she was in her late 40s. And strangely enough, I felt a little self conscious. Me and my hairless pussy. LOL It's super strange cos I've never felt that way before....but for some reason, seeing that jungle made me self conscious. Ah well.

Then to make things worse, I felt like I had to go talk to her about it. I felt compelled to. Like I wanted to ask her if she trips it. Like how long has she left it to grow? Has she ever taken it off? I texted the husband, who was waiting outside for me, telling him about it. And he told me to NOT approach her. lol. Apparently it's socially a "faux pas" to approach another gym goer nude in the lower room.
I wanted to, but I didn't. Now those questions will forever go unanswered...

Mutual cheating
Oh! Moving on to something a lil more....freaky. Well, to me at least. I've been catching up with an old friend of mine this past week. Just messaging each other on the phone. It came up that she was married now, so I asked if she married the guy she was with when we were working together. Turns out, she didn't marry that boyfriend of her. I then found out (well, she told me....I didn't pry. I swear ) that they had dated for a few years, and had serially cheated on each other.

It came to a point where it was tit-for-tat, and it just kept escalating. So in the end, she sat him down and asked him if he wanted t settle down. If they did, the cheating had to stop. She even suggested an open relationship, and all things considered, I thought it was where they were headed anyway. He then told her he can't settle down with her cos he can't trust her. -_- Like seriously? But I guess it was fair enough. If he can't move past what was already done, then I guess its never gonna work.

And THEN, here comes the kicker, she sends me a family photo, and I find that the current husband, looks very much like her ex!! Fuck! This is x-files shit. But I guess if you know you like a certain type, the nall your partners are all gonna be looking alike...right?

Shit....this is some thick, Freudian thingamajig. Too much for a weekend. I'm just gonna leave it here.

What I will squeeze in is a little gripe. Left my last blog pointing out quite inconspicuously how I needed a good fuck. Well, sad to say that hasn't happened. Ive got one more opportunity to get that right tonight cos the husband leave tomorrow for a pretty long work trip.

Now, as simple as that may seem, I am caught in a quandary. The husband has been cranky AF the last week. Moody and basically acting like a complete jerk. I'd like to address his behaviour of the past weeks, but that would require time and energy. IF we do this, it could go completely south and fuck up (poor choice of words, I know) any chance of a good fuck. IF it goes well, it would also sap both our energies and potentially ruin the chance of a good fuck. IF I let it be, or try and let it go, we go about with our lives like the past week didn't happen, then I may be able to...manoeuvre us into a situation where I actually can finally get a good fuck. But will I be able to truly enjoy it, feeling like I've been treated poorly?

Know what I mean? Shit. Gotta think fast on this one. Ok, I'm out. Got my work cut out for me.
Again, thanks for reading y'all. I'm out.

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