My Sexual Memoirs

[postmortem]

My pager went off, interrupting the restless nap I was having after dinner in that hot, stuffy bedroom of mine. I peered at the number with bleary eyes. It was the China FL I had paged an hour ago.

Hurriedly I got up and paged her back. She called me on a private number. That was how she kept her real number secret. She would only call you on a private line, and only after you've paged her.

The conversation takes place, of course, in mandarin.

ME: Hi, I've been waiting for your call.

SD: I was watching a movie. Sorry I took so long. Paged you back again first before calling you in case it is inconvenient for you to talk.

I was totally new to the FL scene at that time, and didn't suspect she could be lying about "watching a movie". Most likely, she had been making a movie.

ME: Oh, no worries. I was sleeping.

SD: So when you want to meet me?

ME: Errm ... how about tomorrow afternoon? Like 3pm?

SD: Ok, I'm free. Come to Balestier road and get a room at Hoover Hotel.

My mandarin was rather weak, and I couldn't understand the term "Ma Li Si Ta Lu" - Balestier Road. But she couldn't speak a word of English and was unable to translate for me. She also pronounced Hoover hotel as "Hao Hua Lu Dian". I had no idea what that hotel was.

In fact, up to that point in my life, I had never stepped into a budget hotel. I had no clue what was Hotel 81 or hoover hotel. This was brand new territory.

ME: Ok see you tomorrow 3pm. But I don't know where Hoover hotel is. Arrgg .... never mind I'll ask for directions tomorrow from someone else.

SD: Ok then, see you tomorrow.

ME: Okay!

SD: Good night!

ME: Good night!

Wow. I felt excited. This was my first foray into the world of freelancers. And this was the first time I was going to have sex with a China gal. Back in the year 2000, they were still a novelty in cheonging circles.

Now, China gals are a dime a dozen and they have displaced almost all the Malaysian Chinese babes in the legal GL brothels. Now, you could place a 21 year old gorgeous China babe in front of me and I won't even look at her.

But now is now, and then was then.

I lied back onto my bed and thought to myself ... ohhh myyyy I think I am going to enjoy this! Somehow, when you make up your mind that you're going to enjoy a sexual encounter, you almost always end up really enjoying it.

I couldn't wait for Saturday to come. I could almost smell her delicious fragrance in my bedroom. And those field reports written about her so far in the Old Delphi forum (back then, we were still at Delphi) were tantalizing.

Little did I know that that weekend with SD was going to a pivotal moment in my life.

But first, I needed to fuck her.

[postmortem]

Fortunately, the next day, I managed to get my colleague of mine to tell me what the hell was "ma li si ta lu". Fucking Balestier Road! How was I to know? Of course I didn't ask my colleague about "hao hua lu dian". That sounded sleazy.

And the fuck it was sleazy!

After a quick lunch after a half day of work, I took a taxi down and asked the taxi driver to direct me. Of course, before I got onto the cab, I made sure it was a chinese driver who knew what the fuck was "hao hua lu dian".

Turned out to be Hoover hotel, situated near Whampoa Drive. That god-forsaken shithole still exists today, fuck you very much.

As I stepped out of the cab, I could almost smell the sleaze and the grime oozing out of that place. But I was filled with an unholy lust that overcame all negative thoughts. I hurriedly paged her and she called me back almost instantly. I told her I had reached, and she said she would be done in 5 minutes.

When she arrived, I was very pleased. A fair-skinned lass in jeans. She had moderately long hair and a reasonably pretty face. At least, pretty by the standards of those times I guess. Now, she would at most command $80 in a legal GL brothel. Back then, she could ask for $150 and people willingly paid.

Back then, she was a dream fuck come true.

We got a room, exchanged the customary greetings, I paid the cash up front, and then we proceeded to strip and bathe. We did not bathe together. Come to think of it, I very seldom bathe with FLs. I know many clients would prefer that service.

Then it was action time. I sniffed her hair. She smelled really good. I don't know if it was the soap she used before she arrived or her perfume, but she really smelt quite pleasant. A clean, nice aroma.

The foreplay and the capped bj and the fj was passable. The whole thing was about the novelty of fucking a China babe for the first time. After the action was over, we chit-chatted for a while, and I felt pretty good about the whole experience. She was an easy-going lass, nice to talk to, no airs, doesn't watch the clock.

After the encounter she agreed to let me take her to a nearby mall for some food. She had not had lunch yet. As we went down to the mall, I was quite surprised she agreed to hold hands with me. That was again a novelty. I had never stepped outside of a brothel with a WL before, much less held their hand in public and brought them to tea. I felt really, really good about the experience. She was friendly, warm, and wasn't squirmish at all about being seen in public holding hands with a guy she only met just one hour before.

My story with SD began with our holding hands as we walked down Balestier Road.

[Lostuncle]

Bro, great sharing... People above mid thirties will appreciate what you wrote

[postmortem]

Originally Posted by Lostuncle

Bro, great sharing... People above mid thirties will appreciate what you wrote

Thanks bro. Appreciate that.

I know most people here prefer to read the really saucy sex action about fucking their co-workers, their SIL, their cousins, gfs, etc, and I'll be writing about those too.

Very often when I read those lurid, tantalizing descriptions about zao geng, bra accidentally fall off, etc, I get a raging hard on as well. Many thanks to our bros here who can write such fantastic sex stories.

[postmortem]

A bit of reminiscence about the good old days.

I came into the old delphi forum in 1999/2000 and was a lurker for the most part. That time, I was into GL $80-cat. Every month without fail, surely would find at least three or four to fuck.

As I read more of those FRs about the $150-cat, I decided to try some of them too. But initially I didn't really find any good $150-cat, and invariably I felt my pocket was burnt.

I was a very average income earner those days. A few hundred bucks spent on fucking per month meant quite a lot to me. But I was hooked on how easy it was to get sex anytime I wanted. Wasn't easy on the wallet but yet couldn't help my raging hormones.

Years before that, when I started cheonging in my NSF days, I could only afford Thai $40-cat or Petain. Twice a month at most.

Without Sammyboy FRs to guide me, it was pure hit-and-miss. Occasionally I would find a nice gem. Very often I was disappointed. I had some really, really bad fucks in the Thai and Petain scene. Girls who make bad throat sounds during fucking or really try their darnest to hurry you up. Girls who really give you a nasty attitude. I've experienced them all.

Sammyboy forum gave me the opportunity to meet up with a few groups of cheongsters. Each will have their own favourite hangouts. There was one very prominent group with Tommy 1612 as their base. By the way, Tommy 1612 is still in operation today and his China gals are quite good from what I heard.

Others groups were more spread out or more focussed on the KTV scene. After a while, though, cheonging together with buddies became stale.

Sex after all is a highly personal affair.

SBF also gave me the chance to foray into freelancers. I don't know about others here, but I felt it was such a novelty at that time. At that time, there were many independent gals operating on their own or together with a few good friends. Later, agents found their way into the trade, and soon, it evolved into the present day arrangement where agents dominate the industry.

One local FL gal asked me just a few weeks ago, "why are we called freelancers when we work for agents?" Well the answer is right there in the above paragraph. You chaps truly began as independent entrepreneurs. Only later agents came in and controlled the industry. There are still a few independents though. A quite check of the local FL folder and they can be easily found. Hmm .... Raspberrymuffin sounds fun and I'll probably try her someday. But I digress .......

I can say that over the years, SBF broadened my commercial sexual horizons infinitely. I was no longer confined to the legal GL scene. I ventured into FLs, health centres, the occasional KTV, and later when my earning power grew, into social escorts as well.

And when I started cheonging the escort scene, I was introduced to a brand new world, the real underbelly of Singapore which is not talked about openly. Private clientel with exclusive access to highly exclusive escorts, sugar daddies and sugar babes, gangbangs, private fuck networks, etc.

And the best part, that underbelly of Singapore is all here in SBF, if you read each folder carefully. All this won't see the printed pages of Straits Times or TNP. But it is all here, for those who seek such adventures.

[DoorMat]

Really nice bro do continue

[CherryPickle]

Starting a campfire.

[postmortem]

Around that period when I started calling SD on a regular basis (and also taking her to Balestier mall for food and drinks regularly), I got to know a 50+ year old chap who had spent a couple of years in China trying to build his business.

His enterprise was co-owned by a lady who had provided the start-up capital and the necessary liaisons in China for him to begin operating.

However, this lady turned out to be a mega fraud and a trickster. This chap, who soon became a good buddy of mine, was an easy-going, trusting man - not good qualities to have when you're trying build a business from scratch in China. This lady co-owner had mislead him and forged certain documents. To cut the long story short, she screwed this buddy of mine financially, such that when he came to realize the truth, he was in financial ruins.

This blur-fuck buddy had worked for so many months in China even without drawing a cent of salary, and upon returning to Singapore, realized that control of the business had fallen into her hands through some clever shenanigans that she had devised. He was left with almost nothing.

Of course, this chap took the bitch to court. Unfortunately he engaged an equally fucked up lawyer who screwed up his case royally. Now the case was dragging on and on without any end in sight, he had racked up hefty legal fees, and his chance of redressing his plight was diminishing by the day. We spent many nights together talking about his legal problems.

It was during these evening dinners with him that I got know his significant other, who was a China gal. They were not married, but cohabiting. The first time I saw his partner, I was rather captivated by her. Till today I can still remember how she looked like. She had very fair skin and an awesome complexion. She was supposed to be 40+, but looked very well maintained and toned. Extremely milfylicious! There was this radiant look in her large, beautiful eyes. Her dresses and knee-length skirts seemed to bring out her delicious curves. She was easily a C-cupper. And whenever no one was noticing me, I would squint hard at her translucent blouse to catch that faint outline of her black bra.

This MILF was heaven. She was the reason why I later became so addicted to China babes. So many local gals above 40 degenerate very quickly in terms of looks. This China gal was so well maintained that she looked as sexy as a healthy, athletic, shapely 25 year old. She was the ultimate MILF fantasy.

This China gal was also the reason why I volunteered to help my friend set up his website. This friend of mine had no clue about the internet. I went to his house to teach him from scratch and also to help build his webpage. The chance to spend more time chatting with his gorgeous partner was payment enough for my services rendered.

But soon of course, my horny level rose through the roof and I started to fantasize about her.

There were many times when I was left alone in the house with her while he went to buy something from the supermarket, or go back to his office to get some documentation sorted out.

Of course during those times I took full opportunity to flirt with her. At the beginning I rationalized it as just harmless chit chat and didn't feel guilty about being so interested in her. But soon I pined for more than just chit chat. I felt like one bloody horny dude whenever I was alone with her.

[postmortem]

My this blur friend of mine (God bless his soul - he was a good man in almost every way) was very trusting in me and had no idea (or so I believed) that I was lusting after that milfy partner of his.

"What's wrong with my lust?" I told myself. After all she was not even his wife. No need to feel guilty at all!

A golden opportunity came when he had to travel to Malaysia to visit his relative. His partner didn't to go along as she needed to be in Singapore to tend to some matters. I asked my friend if I could continue going to his house over the weekend to help with his webpage. I told him that I can't do it anywhere else, it has to be at his home computer as "all the internet protocols are saved on his hard drive and it is very troublesome to transfer them to another workstation".

What a fucking liar I was.

My friend did not suspect I was pulling a damn fast one. He agreed to let me go over on Sat and Sun night, and even thanked me profusely for being such a great friend. I felt like an asshole.

Of course, I knew his partner would be at home. She is the type who does not socialize much and would definitely be at home especially at night on the weekends if my friend was out of the country. That was my golden chance to get close to her.

That Saturday evening after dinner, I went over to his place with some folders and 3.5" floppy disks, ready to work on his webpage, and of course, to flirt with his partner.

Fuck! When I pressed the doorbell, Mei (his partner) opened the door and greeted me brightly in a short-sleeved, skimpy T-shirt that was tucked out and a sports shorts that was so high cut it almost looked like it was just panties!!!

I drew in a sharp breath! Wa lao eh! First time I saw her silky smooth snow-white thighs! She had always gone out in skirts which covered her thighs. In that sporting attire, she looked bloody fucking sexy! Bloody KNNB sexy!! I just stood at the door, gaping at her beautiful snow-white gorgeous legs.

Soon, work was the last thing on my mind. I found myself throwing the floppy disks and the folders somewhere near the computer table and instead sitting on the couch with a soft drink, chatting with her about her day. I simply couldn't get my eyes off her legs. Fuck! I think she noticed my roving eyes but she let me have a really good look without attempting to hide anything, although she could have easily grabbed a big pillow nearby and put it over her legs.

I badly needed to fuck the living daylights out of her. I imagined slowing lolling my tongue over her smooth, silky legs and caressing them endlessly. The conversation was hardly sticking in my mind as all my brain blood was rushing to my 2IC.

Then I became curious. Why was she cohabiting with my friend? Have they considered marriage if they are together? That was when she became quite evasive and tried to deflect the topic. I could tell she was hiding something and not very comfortable revealing exactly how they met and how they got into this arrangement. She only told me that he met her at her workplace, which was a small retail shop. And then some excuses about being worried about her family objecting to her marriage.

I began to suspect something fishy, and it was not her vagina that was fishy. She wasn't telling me the whole story. I suspect she could have moonlighted as FL or KTV hostess and he met her in that setting. And now she was like his kept mistress.

At least, that was my suspicion.

On the other hand she is the type who carries herself very well and projects herself very confidently - my kind of gal. Doesn't seem to be the type who would sell her body for money. So for all I know she had really never done any commercial fucking before.

[eternity]

Bro.. if I am in your shoe, I would have upped her too. esp since the friend is just an acquaintance. :P

[skyleon]

Waiting for next instalment.

[whatdoido]

Camping for next update

[postmortem]

Teasing her was really fun.

ME: Hey, just now you went to exercise huh?

Mei: ai ya, mei you lah (No lah). I at home all day, so wear casual like this lor.

ME: Haha. I thought you went jogging downstairs just now. You look like you exercise very regularly --your body is so slim and shapely!

Mei: AI YA, you praise me huh?

ME: Haha, true what. Lots of ladies your age will envy your figure.

Mei laughs a rich, carefree laugh that gets my heart pumping.

ME: You alone over the weekend, any plans to go out?

Mei: Not really.

ME: Good. Tonight keep you company lah.

Again, Mei laughs that rich laugh. She didn't seem to mind where the conversation seemed to be heading.

Mei: I very seldom go out myself. Only with James (my buddy) then I go out shopping or eating. He likes to give me joyrides too around town. Especially holiday season.

ME: You like shopping?

Mei: Hmm ... not so much nowadays.

ME: Hey Mei, I see many girls like to wear this kind of shorts for jogging or exercise.

Mei: Oh really? I never notice.

ME: Some gals tell me this brand is very comfortable to wear? Can show me?

(Naughty, naughty!)

Mei: Of course!

Mei stands up and shows me the side of her high cut PE shorts that reveals the brand name. For the life of me I can't even remember it today because at that time all the blood was not in my brain anymore but down below.

ME: Oohhh .... good brand.

Mei: Ok lah, quite common.

ME: I go get another drink. You want some?

Mei: Hey I get for you lah!

ME: No lah. Paiseh. I get myself lah. You want a can too?

Mei: Okay.

I went to the fridge and got two cans and opened them both. Then a very naughty thought crossed my mind. As I was approaching Mei, I purposely spilled one can onto her lap.

ME: Oh. I'm so sorry. I am so clumsy!

Mei: Oh no no no, it's nothing. I get a cloth to wipe the seat.

ME: I'll get it!

I hurried off to the kitchen and got a dry cloth as well as some tissue paper. When I returned, I starting wiping the seat and then ....

ME: I have some tissue. Let me dab your hands dry.

I dab her hands with the tissue paper and Mei does not seem to mind. Then in a bold move, I started dabbing her legs too. Again she does not mind. HOR SEI LIAO!

Mei: Hey thanks, thanks. I do myself.

ME: NO WORRIES! (my voice a bit loud because damn excited!) My fault, I do the work!

For the third time Mei laughs that rich laugh! I think my cock instantly hardened!

Mei: Ok ok, trouble you enough. I go and change up.

I purposely follow Mei into her bedroom.

Mei was a bit surprised.

Mei: Err .. err .... never mind, I am ok. Just want to change up.

ME: No problem. Which shorts you want to change into, I get for you.

Mei: haha, no need lah.

ME: Eh, no problem lah. I get for you. Which one you want?

I reached for her drawer and pointed to a few possible things to change into.

Mei: errr .... errrr ... the black one.

Black is my favourite colour and I think she KNEW it!

ME: Okay.

I reached for that black sports shorts and handed it to her.

Mei: Hehehe (shyly).

A moment passes and she looks at me expectantly. I act blur.

Mei: errr ......

ME: Yes, Mei?

Mei: I am going to change my clothes!

I act blur again!

ME: Oh yes! Of course! HAHAH!

Then I left the room. That time, I was nursing a massive erection.

[postmortem]

That night alone with Mei (James was out of town in Malaysia) was enjoyable.

After Mei washed up a little and had a change of clothes, I persuaded her to let me teach her some computer skills so she can help James when I am not around.

So that night, instead of working on the webpage like I promised my good buddy, I was teaching his partner (or mistress, or whatever!) how to use MS Windows and MS Word.

Mei was a very slow learner, but that was to be expected as the software is all in English and she doesn't understand very much English.

But that didn't bother me as I was the most patient tutor on planet Earth that night. No matter how slow she was to pick up even the most basic skills, I would patiently guide her. Sometimes, I also cheekily guided her mouse movements by placing my hand over hers as she was using the mouse.

She didn't mind that.

All signs indicated that I was going to get lucky very soon.

As the "lesson" drew on, I got bolder and bolder. Soon, I was placing my hand permanently over hers on the mouse. It was damn fucking nice. Her hand was soft and smooth, 10 times better than SD's (the FL I was bonking regularly at that time). I also got to sit very close to her. Her fragrance was really tantalizing. She was using Chanel No 5 perfume and that was one of my all time favourites for girls.

I was in heaven. Mei seemed to be enjoying the lesson as much as I did. Soon my mind was drifting to the nearest 7-11 store as there was an item that store sold that i suspected I would be needing pretty soon.

The night was not getting young and after some time, Mei appeared a little tired. Her body language and other mannerisms told me that it was not yet time to push my luck so far. Then I suggested we resume this tomorrow on Sunday, and this time I will bring some VCDs to play on the portable CD player that my buddy had. Mei readily agreed!

[igor123]

Pitching up tent.