Shit... I got way too many guys in my mobile phone, and the amount of classification before their names sometimes confuses me. Especially if there are two guys with the same name whom I know from different places. It does take me a few minutes sometimes for some guys for me to correctly identify him.

I just sent a wrong text message to the wrong guy. No wonder his that kind of reply. Gave me a rude shock at first because I'm like how come he's "talking" this way?

It took me a good 15 minutes later to realise it's the wrong guy.

Fuck!

Like it says on the Facebook Event page here:  

BUZZCOCKS in SINGAPORE 
27 November, 2009

Supporting guests:
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Has anyone else ever made the observation that Shelley is a Romantic Poet? 

 

I confess I'm quite the hunter. The thrill of the hunt excites me. It sends my blood rushing to my head and adrenaline to course through my body. While of course naturally I'm THE Chaste, Celibate, Virginal, Demure & Modest Girl, I'm also biologically male! *gasps*

Hence rather like xxpartyguyxx , I tend to get less interested at guys chasing after me or trying to call the shots for a fuck. In fact if one of my legions of fucks were to sms/msn me about meeting up for a fuck, I am super less inclined to do so. I just don't like it if he asks for it and I agree. As if I'm on booty call. Hellooooo no way!! You are here to serve ME. Not the other way around!

But naturally being Me, I have to cocktease first, though I have absolutely no intentions at all of going over or having him over. I will reply with a series of extremely explicit replies that will guarantee to fire up his cock and imagination. Examples include, "Can I drink your cum? I want you to shoot into my mouth... can please?" to "Can find another top to fuck me? I want two of you to fuck me for hours."

Until when it comes to the confirmation... I will just switch off abruptly. Okay mission accomplished! :P

Look here! I have my own limits. And as well as my patience. And let me tell you this that I am almost up to here with your incessant badgering of me to do tarot card reading for you.

FYI... I'm not a prophetess! Neither am I a vessel for the Higher Powers! And no I CANNOT predict your destiny. NO MORTAL PERSON CAN!!!

It doesn't take a set of cards to tell you the solution to your dumb shit problems. I have repeatedly told you over and over again for the past... 6??? years. Yet repeatedly you come back with the same if not worse shit. I loved you before. And now I'm wondering was I insane??? Every time its the same old shit... different cunt... but usual typical cunt problems.

I already told you. You got this current stupid cunt pregnant... well supposedly she said she was pregnant...how true that is I don't know. How so sure you are the father I also don't know.  its up to you whether you want to claim "responsibilities" or not. I told you both sides of the fence and I told you what I would advocate you to do. It is the lesser of two evils. But what I keep hearing from you is the whinny whine about "very heartless leh".

Then FINE. Go accept the baby as yours. Go sacrifice everything you have for a stupid brat and a useless cunt. You haven't even finalise your own divorce yet, and you're like only 33 this year???? Plus you just lost your job... your "friend" did an elaborate cheat scheme of you that ensures you will be in debt to the bank for at least the next ten years... and you think it's heartless not to want the baby? Yeah go ahead... be a father. The cunt aint gonna work sweetie... she made that clear... so you have to break your back to support yourself, your cunt and your brat. Not to mention your parents. Its fine if you were working and earning at least 6K a month. But you aren't even earning 2.5K when you were still working! This is absurd!!

So stop fucking asking me to do tarot card readings for you. I don't predict destiny and I can't work miracles. Beyond that I'm just sick sick sick sick sick sick sick and sick of your endless trouble with cunts.

BYE!!

I'm quite hooked on the Tyra Banks show for some time as I found her talk show tackled issues that are pretty dicey and controversial. Of course I didn't exactly watch Oprah much, or even Letterman so I can't do a direct comparison between how controversial is her show.

So anyway Tyra "recently" conducted yet another social experiment, this time with members of the GLBT community. They were to set up a fictatious kingdom and assign roles to each other.

( Read on )

K.A. : Want to meet?
Me: Your last fuck so short
K.A. : Cos u did not suck me long enuff

W T F?

Oh... so it's my fault eh? So you want a long suck eh???? Glad to oblige sweetie.

And thus this good little girl did.

I sucked, and sucked and sucked and sucked till my jaws almost fell out of their socket. I swirled my tongue, lapping generously on the cockhead as my lips pursed and did so much suction power that a vaccum cleaner would have been proud of me!

K.A. : I... *gasps* fuck... *gasps* you *pant pant pant groan* now

Immediately I came up for air... in the most dainty ladylike fashion of course!

Me: NO.

I went back down... this time licking gently like a sweet.

He thrashed and moaned and groaned about wanting to fuck me. Oh no no no no no sweetie. You said I didn't suck you long enough right? So you will not be getting a fuck so fast.

After a deliciously long and agonising moments, I finally allowed him to enter me. However I didn't allow him to cum. This is punishment for trying to bitch me. In the words of my favourite kobold... "YOU NO CUM!!!!!"

Jerk.

*smirks*

Sometimes the vast journeys in life that you undertake served to bring you back onto the original path of which you had started from. Serendipity or fate or destiny... call it what you like but looking back in hindsight now it is pretty amazing.

Take me and A.B. for instance.

The Best Friend had remarked that it was almost as if I'm living in the life and shoes of Carrie Bradshaw. Coincidentally I'm also doing writing now! He said that A.B. is my Aiden, and B.W., my ex whom I have been keep contacting all these years, is my Mr Big.

I was with B.W around in 2003 and we broke up in 04. Since then while we went our separate ways, and got involved with other guys, B.W. never stopped loving me. It amazes, astonishes and puzzles me that B.W loves me to this depth, lasting even till now as we speak; he has always been waiting for me.

Oh my part, during the years I was involved with R.C and briefly D, and finally A.B. All these while B.W. silently stood steadfast in his love for me. My friends may not like him much. He may be a thorough block of wood. He may be crass and totally uncouth and extremely irritating. But he still loves me after all these years.

As of today, I decided to give it another shot.

I went back to Mr Big.

Just shut up. Either fuck me or dump ur bf and date me, or better yet... dump ur bf and date me AND fuck me.

Dear Fuck Buddy,

please shave carefully as getting whisker burns is hardly pleasant and not at all what I like. Your fuck is not long either and you better buck up before I discard you.


Sincerely,

Your Domineering Btm

Once again a reminder you fucking tops... just being fucked is NOT enough for us btms. What we would like IN ADDITION to being fucked, is to CUM as well. You know... the intense euphoric feelings that come, pun intended, as your tallywhacker spurt off tons of lovejuice.

The standards of tops have really dropped. Fucking lousy. Can't fuck for long either. 10 minutes ONLY????????????? My god I might as well stay home and jerk off! I WANT MINIMUM AT LEAST AN HOUR OF FUCKING!!!!!!!!! Excluding foreplay of course!

Rightfully.