My baby’s in Dubai and I’m missing him. He’ll only return to Singapore in February 2006.
We’ve not been in constant contact lately and there is so much to tell and I’m afraid I might just forget it by the time it’s right to tell him … Sigh!
Praying for him and his Papa who’s not in the best of health. I know my baby’s worried sick about his Papa. And his knees ain’t good to him now … I do hope God will give him courage and strength.
My mind’s all blank now, I can’t find anything interesting to write.
Maybe soon …
Happy New Year! May 2006 bring more happiness and opportunities in life!
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Mr B is back!
He called and told me to be ready for him to pick me up. I was waiting eagerly for him the whole day. Mr B has been out of town for two weeks and my pussy has been throbbing in agony all that while. He told me to behave while he’s away and I was forbidden to pleasure myself. I had the urge to rub my clit every night as I lay to sleep alone on his bed. Alone in his house, where we’ve share so many awesome, raw sex, I had to really control myself. It’s like going cold turkey on an addiction.
I was pacing up and down the office lobby waiting when I saw him drove up. My pussy was wet and I had removed my panties just as he had instructed over the phone. Wonder what he’s up to?
“Baby! You are finally back! I missed you so much!” I jumped in the car and we drove off in a fast speed.
“Yes darling, I missed you too. Oh, we are going to have a wonderful weekend now. Have you been behaving yourself while I’m away?”
“Yes, dear. Though the urge was killing me, I didn’t misbehave.”
“Good, then you are in for a nice treat.”
“Oh, goody!”
“Now, show me that little, hot red cunt of yours…”
I rest my back against the car door, put one of my leg up on the dash board and spread my pussy for him to see.
“Hmmm … it’s red and very, very wet, darling.”
“Yes, Mr B. It’s been waiting for you for two weeks. All the juice are for you, baby.”
“Hmmm … it looks delicious. Come here and suck me, will you?”
“My pleasure, Mr B.” He shot his load in me and I swallowed every bit of it.
We reached home soon after (I’ve moved in permanently with him now) and he told me to put something nice on for him while he clear his luggage, etc.
“Hmmm … which one should I wear now?” I gazed at the dozens of sexy, kinky stuff he’s bought me on his travels and finally chose a black thong with a super sexy, lacy cami to pair it up. Slipped on the matching garter belt and slid into black fishnet stockings. Finally, I put on my red, shiny heels and tossed my hair wild. I sashayed down and stopped halfway down the stairs.
“I’m all yours, darling.”
“Oh baby! You look gorgeous.”
“Only for you, baby.”
“Stay right there. I’m gonna take some pictures of you. Stunning!”
He began clicking away as I strut around and posed for him. He made me crawled up the stairs, put my legs over the handrail, laid down on the stairs with my legs open wide. I was making love to the camera and I could see the bulge in his pants. I crawled my way to the bedroom and he didn’t stop clicking away, even while I was unbuckling him and taking him in my mouth. He finally stopped and pulled me up to kiss him.
“Oh, Baby! You are the best! What will I do without you?”
“Baby, you will never be without me … “
Instead of the bed, I climbed onto this strappy, swingy stuff he bought some time back. It was like a swing with a back rest and four straps to slip my hands and feet in. This was fixed near the window of our bedroom. We have a neighbour who loves to watch us discreetly. He would hide behind the curtains and watch us make love. I saw him today as we drove up the front porch and I knew he watched me as I changed to the sexy outfit. I want him to watch us today cos I knew he missed two weeks of actions too.
So as I climbed up the “swing”, I told Mr B about our neighbour.
“Ah, so he’s watching again today. And I know you like it babe.”
“Yes, Mr B.”
He picked up his camera again and took pictures of me strapped in the air with my legs wide open in my sexy, lace outfit. The red heels were screaming “Come Fuck Me!” I gave him the most slutty look as he snapped away and finally I couldn’t take it anymore and asked him to fill me up.
“Not yet, love. I want you to play with your vibey now. Come on and give me the most wonderful orgasm and that slut look!”
He gave me my vibey and with one hand loose, I played my clits. I pushed my thong aside and slid the vibey in my pussy and he stuffed another one in my ass. With two vibeys in me and my fingers rubbing my clits, I had multiple orgasms. With my eyes closed and with loud moanings, I could still hear the camera clicking away.
“You missed this dick, baby? You want it hard up your pussy? You want me to hurt your ass, baby?”
“Yes, baby. Ram it in both ways. I want you so bad! Come and fuck me!”
He went down on his knees and lapped at my juice dribbling down my ass. His tongue teased my cunt-hole and my asshole, I screamed with so much pleasure.
“Oh, Mr B. I’m cumming again!”
I exploded and screamed so loud, the neighbour that was watching us craned his neck to get a better view of the hot, steamy show.
Mr B stood up and positioned himself to penetrate me. He pumped hard into me without any mercy. I tilted my head back and I caught a glimpse of the neighbour wanking himself.
“Hah! He just couldn’t control himself… yeah, you go on and satisfy yourself.”
“Oh babe! Baby! You are so good! Stuff me more! More!”
“I’m gonna stuff your tight ass now. Get ready.”
“Oh! Mr B! It feels so good. Give me more baby. Stuff your babe silly!”
We continued our romp till we were both drained of every single energy. We slept so peacefully that night, though I can’t vouch for the neighbour next door .. he he he….
I was pacing up and down the office lobby waiting when I saw him drove up. My pussy was wet and I had removed my panties just as he had instructed over the phone. Wonder what he’s up to?
“Baby! You are finally back! I missed you so much!” I jumped in the car and we drove off in a fast speed.
“Yes darling, I missed you too. Oh, we are going to have a wonderful weekend now. Have you been behaving yourself while I’m away?”
“Yes, dear. Though the urge was killing me, I didn’t misbehave.”
“Good, then you are in for a nice treat.”
“Oh, goody!”
“Now, show me that little, hot red cunt of yours…”
I rest my back against the car door, put one of my leg up on the dash board and spread my pussy for him to see.
“Hmmm … it’s red and very, very wet, darling.”
“Yes, Mr B. It’s been waiting for you for two weeks. All the juice are for you, baby.”
“Hmmm … it looks delicious. Come here and suck me, will you?”
“My pleasure, Mr B.” He shot his load in me and I swallowed every bit of it.
We reached home soon after (I’ve moved in permanently with him now) and he told me to put something nice on for him while he clear his luggage, etc.
“Hmmm … which one should I wear now?” I gazed at the dozens of sexy, kinky stuff he’s bought me on his travels and finally chose a black thong with a super sexy, lacy cami to pair it up. Slipped on the matching garter belt and slid into black fishnet stockings. Finally, I put on my red, shiny heels and tossed my hair wild. I sashayed down and stopped halfway down the stairs.
“I’m all yours, darling.”
“Oh baby! You look gorgeous.”
“Only for you, baby.”
“Stay right there. I’m gonna take some pictures of you. Stunning!”
He began clicking away as I strut around and posed for him. He made me crawled up the stairs, put my legs over the handrail, laid down on the stairs with my legs open wide. I was making love to the camera and I could see the bulge in his pants. I crawled my way to the bedroom and he didn’t stop clicking away, even while I was unbuckling him and taking him in my mouth. He finally stopped and pulled me up to kiss him.
“Oh, Baby! You are the best! What will I do without you?”
“Baby, you will never be without me … “
Instead of the bed, I climbed onto this strappy, swingy stuff he bought some time back. It was like a swing with a back rest and four straps to slip my hands and feet in. This was fixed near the window of our bedroom. We have a neighbour who loves to watch us discreetly. He would hide behind the curtains and watch us make love. I saw him today as we drove up the front porch and I knew he watched me as I changed to the sexy outfit. I want him to watch us today cos I knew he missed two weeks of actions too.
So as I climbed up the “swing”, I told Mr B about our neighbour.
“Ah, so he’s watching again today. And I know you like it babe.”
“Yes, Mr B.”
He picked up his camera again and took pictures of me strapped in the air with my legs wide open in my sexy, lace outfit. The red heels were screaming “Come Fuck Me!” I gave him the most slutty look as he snapped away and finally I couldn’t take it anymore and asked him to fill me up.
“Not yet, love. I want you to play with your vibey now. Come on and give me the most wonderful orgasm and that slut look!”
He gave me my vibey and with one hand loose, I played my clits. I pushed my thong aside and slid the vibey in my pussy and he stuffed another one in my ass. With two vibeys in me and my fingers rubbing my clits, I had multiple orgasms. With my eyes closed and with loud moanings, I could still hear the camera clicking away.
“You missed this dick, baby? You want it hard up your pussy? You want me to hurt your ass, baby?”
“Yes, baby. Ram it in both ways. I want you so bad! Come and fuck me!”
He went down on his knees and lapped at my juice dribbling down my ass. His tongue teased my cunt-hole and my asshole, I screamed with so much pleasure.
“Oh, Mr B. I’m cumming again!”
I exploded and screamed so loud, the neighbour that was watching us craned his neck to get a better view of the hot, steamy show.
Mr B stood up and positioned himself to penetrate me. He pumped hard into me without any mercy. I tilted my head back and I caught a glimpse of the neighbour wanking himself.
“Hah! He just couldn’t control himself… yeah, you go on and satisfy yourself.”
“Oh babe! Baby! You are so good! Stuff me more! More!”
“I’m gonna stuff your tight ass now. Get ready.”
“Oh! Mr B! It feels so good. Give me more baby. Stuff your babe silly!”
We continued our romp till we were both drained of every single energy. We slept so peacefully that night, though I can’t vouch for the neighbour next door .. he he he….
Naughty messages led to ...
Yesterday was a raunchy, hot day for both of us. He in Belgium, me in Singapore and the sexual intensity hit 100 degrees! We began texting each other in the afternoon (morning his time) and soon hot, sexy messages exchanged. It was nearly 5pm my time when he called and he was huffing over the phone “Give it to me, baby … “
Ah! My baby’s wanking himself … So, imagine me, sitting in my office cubicle, whispering naughty stuff for him to hear; i.e. asking him to imagine me riding him deep and hard with my slutty look, asking him to stuff my ass bad cos I’ve been a bad, bad girl, etc.
He shot his load off within minutes and it was satisfaction true fact.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him when I got home, so I started the naughty text messages again … but he told me he can only call me at 11pm. Argh! Hence, I waited… can’t start without him.
He called me promptly and the vibey was roaring away, pleasuring me. It rubbed my clits raw and soon enough, I came. I was moaning and groaning and he was still enticing me with lots of sexy, naughty stuff. Whoa! It sure has been some time since I touched myself and I felt really good and pleasured. Ha ha ha….
My baby’s only gonna come back in February 2006. In the meantime, I’ve gotta keep myself busy finding a new job and to lose the extra weight I gained during the past festivities. He’s going through a little bit of a rough patch right now. With his job requiring him to move to Dubai (good for me cos it’s only a 9 hours flight, he he he but he’s kinda worried about it cos he don’t like the traffic, etc … ) and his parents in Lebanon who’s not in the best of health, I am sure his mind is pretty messed up too. But he’s a resolute gentleman, I am sure he’s able to climb out of his minor setbacks. Unlike me, who has given up in almost everything except for that tiny little bit of love.
Ah, love … the magical word in a relationship shared between a lady and a gentleman. The love between me and Traveller is what I called the “third party love”. Main reason is cause I am the third party in his marriage. I love him heaps but I swear I will never break up his marriage. What we have between us is somewhat very special that only the two of us shared. I might be renewing my wedding vows with J next year but that will not stop me from loving Traveller and being his woman to keep. It may sound crude and downright unfaithful to some people. People just don’t understand why people like us do the things we did, until they experience it themselves, just like him and me …
Ah! My baby’s wanking himself … So, imagine me, sitting in my office cubicle, whispering naughty stuff for him to hear; i.e. asking him to imagine me riding him deep and hard with my slutty look, asking him to stuff my ass bad cos I’ve been a bad, bad girl, etc.
He shot his load off within minutes and it was satisfaction true fact.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him when I got home, so I started the naughty text messages again … but he told me he can only call me at 11pm. Argh! Hence, I waited… can’t start without him.
He called me promptly and the vibey was roaring away, pleasuring me. It rubbed my clits raw and soon enough, I came. I was moaning and groaning and he was still enticing me with lots of sexy, naughty stuff. Whoa! It sure has been some time since I touched myself and I felt really good and pleasured. Ha ha ha….
My baby’s only gonna come back in February 2006. In the meantime, I’ve gotta keep myself busy finding a new job and to lose the extra weight I gained during the past festivities. He’s going through a little bit of a rough patch right now. With his job requiring him to move to Dubai (good for me cos it’s only a 9 hours flight, he he he but he’s kinda worried about it cos he don’t like the traffic, etc … ) and his parents in Lebanon who’s not in the best of health, I am sure his mind is pretty messed up too. But he’s a resolute gentleman, I am sure he’s able to climb out of his minor setbacks. Unlike me, who has given up in almost everything except for that tiny little bit of love.
Ah, love … the magical word in a relationship shared between a lady and a gentleman. The love between me and Traveller is what I called the “third party love”. Main reason is cause I am the third party in his marriage. I love him heaps but I swear I will never break up his marriage. What we have between us is somewhat very special that only the two of us shared. I might be renewing my wedding vows with J next year but that will not stop me from loving Traveller and being his woman to keep. It may sound crude and downright unfaithful to some people. People just don’t understand why people like us do the things we did, until they experience it themselves, just like him and me …
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