Kinky Heels

I am not so sure if it is a good thing or a bad thing but when I really like someone, I tend to be tune myself into anything they want me to do, sort of unsure about whether I like it or not. I once was asked if there was an animal that I resemble and it took me a while to realize that I would so be a chameleon if I was an animal. Why? Because I easily blend into the surrounding whenever I’m comfortable.

As weird and as unique as fetishes go, Mr747 has a fetish and his was kinda so unique. He’s into wearing heels and by ‘heels’, I mean girls high heels. He owns a pair and he told me how he would wear this at times when he was cleaning his room. And he also once mentioned tonight how he once wore this while having sex and the dude who was doing him was so turned on. I guess it’s the fact that I really like him that kinda shadow the fact that this was something I was too new to.

Once again, Mr747 and I met again and he invited me over to his place to watch Star Trek with him. Funnily enough, after a bit, he started wearing his fishnet underwear and showed me. He also added “I do not know why I am showing you this”. There was nothing wrong with the fish net underwear actually but then, he started wearing his lady’s high heels and the next thing I know, he was completely boning me with his heels on.

apr6It turned him on because he felt so comfortable with me being so cool with this. To be honest, I am not so sure if I am cool with this or as I have mentioned, I am just so in ‘like’ with him and it blinded me from the fact that I should be a bit weirded out by this. All in all, it was good sex and come to think of it, things have been escalating fast. He held my hands last night as we walked home and today, he had sex with me again.

 

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When push comes to shove, it escalates to an extreme with Mr747. So, finally we met up again last night. Instead of going out for drinks, we decided to go over to his place for wine. We drank wine at the balcony and as per usual, we talked about anything, while one topic clicks from one random to another. He opened a bottle of wine while he puts his favorite song “Go West” by Pet Shop Boys in the background. On the other hand, he started to show me his side-hobby, where he is trying to work on setting up room lighting with censor switches controllable from his handphone.

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It was when we started watching TV on his huge couch that we started to get cozy. The next thing we know, I was in his arms beside him, cuddling and snuggling up while we watched funny Youtube videos. While we were snuggled up, he said “I feel so comfortable with you. I don’t know why”. There were times where our face would get closer. Close enough to kiss but he would stop himself and say “I won’t do it”. I assured him it’s ok and there is no need to feel uncomfortable about it.

Mr747 also started mentioning about how he would think a lot before he ruins the moments with others because they would just leave the next day and they would not return. I told him I was going nowhere. I don’t know. It was pure comfort with no expectations. I was just feeling so comfortable with him and I am just enjoying every second of this night with him.

After a Monty Python and a few youtube clips, he asked if I wanted to sleep over. I didn’t mind. Then, afterwards, he mentioned something about having breakfast together the next morning. Knowing I had to go to medical check up this morning, I told him I would settle for lunch. We retired to his bed and I noticed that he started to fart. Ok, we were not on a date and this was the first time we were together in his bed. It was not gross and it was not stinky actually but we both laughed at him farting and he said “I don’t know why I did that but I feel so comfortable with you”

Back in his room, at first he was in his boxers. I was in my T shirt and boxer brief. Then, he asked me if I sleep in my T shirt. I said ‘not really’. I stripped. Then we started to cuddle a bit. By this time, we were almost spooning each other. Then, he asked me if I sleep in boxers. Not sure why but when I said ‘sometimes’, he reached for one of his boxers and both of us cuddled next in our boxers. It was about five minutes later that he decided to sleep naked with me. The next thing we knew, we were spooning each other nude.

Just like he was in the living room, he started to warm up to me but whenever his face got near my face, he would say “No. I am not going to do it”. I didn’t force him and I went with his flow but before we knew it, it escalated to a full make out. While we made out, he said “Do not expect anything, ok? We will not have sex”. Sure, I assured him. After pashing for some time, both of us fell asleep with his arm around me and me asleep in his arms.

It was 4 am when we both woke up out of nowhere. We were in our morning breath. For some reason, we started making out again and before I knew what was going on, both of us hit third base and then out of nowhere, the next thing I knew was him grabbing for his box of condoms. We hit homerun. I was pretty sure he had mentioned about him bottoming for other guys before and out of nowhere, he had become the top in this situation. Kinda works for a complete bottom like me. I can’t complain. I will not go into details but all I can say is even though he is not a good kisser, sex was good and I had fun. Maybe it was the intimacy we both built as well.

It was 6 am when we finished. I decided to go home since I had to get ready for my medical check up anyways. As I was dressing up, he asked me if I wanted him to drive me back home. It was a nice gesture. I mean, it was 6 am and who would, in his right mind, be awake enough to send someone he just had sex with home. Full of intrigue and with a head full of questions, I kissed him goodbye as I got off at my place.

I do not know what it is and I do not like to think what it is but I liked it and I don’t want to ruin it!

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La Livre Noire

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At some points in our single lives, the word ‘regular’ does not really work much. Especially if you’re one hell of a horn bag, it is pretty much impossible to have a one stop shop that would be as convenient as a 24 hours shop, when it comes to your sex buddies. If I have to make it sound better, we may call it these lovely people our ‘friends’ with benefits.

This has happened before last year when this one hell of a good fuck sounded so promising but it turned into a no show. I never understood the reason why. The hook up was one of the best and the guy kept saying how he wanted to do this more often. After that one time, there was no catch up later. For the first few weeks, I did try to make an effort to set the time and place for me and him to meet but he pretty much shoved off these invitations with the ‘busy’ card. I intend to believe him although my ego was pretty much stained by this subconscious assumption that he had just grown tired of fucking me, after just one time.

During these days, the only potential fwb for me is Leprechaun. Two meet ups with nothing but good sex and a bonus post-sex ‘lie in bed and talk about nothings’ connection, he seems to be hitting high in my little black book. However, it’s only fair that he’s not always available. For instance, he was not really free the day before and yesterday. I do completely understand and I do not expect him to always be there for me during every weekend. Especially when I will be off for a weekend getaway for my friend’s birthday next week, it’s only fair that I take his reasons for his busy schedules seriously and assume they are spoken out of ultimate honesty.

So what do we do when we face these things? It has never occurred to me actually. Especially given I am not that dumb to have never thought of this, it does drive me up the wall how this has never come up in my head. Why have I limited myself with just one regular buddy? Why not have more than one? Maybe it’s my clinginess talking but it seems like I get drawn to stick to one guy even for sex. Alas, dear me!

So, it was time for me to look at my little black book, aka my Whatsapp chat history. I saw some potentials but I stumbled across an old friend I have stopped meeting. I have no idea why I have stopped meeting him when the last sex we had was quite good and he lives pretty close to the city. BieberMan (yep, I shall call him this) and I met some time last year when we were both frisky. We met up.

For some reason, I went to his place right after work and my shoes had started to stink my feet. It was quite embarrassing but when I took off my shoes, we could both smell my stinky feet. There came a point in our conversation when he started to joke “I don’t know if it’s my feet or yours but I do apologise if it is my feet that is causing this smell”.  Then, I remember having a shower at his place and I remember although he finished quite fast, it was still a good root! Given he had been to Myanmar before, BieberMan was a pleasure to be around. He made me feel comfortable and I have noted how I would like to meet him up again.

Maybe it was because I started to date after a few days I met up with him or something like that but we had not met up for some time. I finally opened a conversation with him and alas, he was quite responsive and pretty much more than happy to have me back on his fuck wagon once again! Yay, go me!

Guessing Blind

My mom has always been a bit of a worrying freak and I know it’s only because she loves me a lot. She’s well known for worrying about the smallest things you could think of. But then, when you come to think of it, those little things are such big deals; it’s only that it can come across as nagging at times and of course, naturally, nobody likes to be nagged.

I am as blind as a bat and I usually wear contact lens when I go out. I try to wear glasses at home as much as I can but when I go out, I would always wear contact lens. I am quite hygienic but at times, I can be very careless with contact lens. I would always put it on or take it off without washing my hands. I would sleep with them. I would sometimes just put them on without even moistening it with the cleanser.

So, my mom would always make this comment about how the eyes of a human being are one of the most important senses. Both mom and I know that five senses of a human being are all equally important but then again, come to think of it, it would suck to be blind and I have nothing but respect and empathy towards blind people or those who were born blind.

As much as it’s so motivating to hear of real life stories about how blind people live normal or how some of them even ace better than that of non blind people in life, it dose sound scary to imagine myself being blind. I was thinking about this on Saturday night when I was in bed with MadonnaFan. It had nothing to do with the topics of the conversation we both had. It had to do with us being naked on his bed in a dark room.

Given both of us only got naked only after we got into bed, I did not get to see what was down under (if you know what I mean). It’s not that it matters but given we were already naked in bed together, it’s only fair that my hand ventured off on its own until it meats his cock. I felt like a perve but that did get our motors turning and we started to feel each other. The only problem was that the lights were off.

You know when you stay in a dark room for a long time, you can start to get used to the darkness and you start to make shapes of things around you as your eyes adapt to this darkness? Well, after a while, my eyes started to see the things around me. The walls and the ceilings. I did not want to get my head up to check out what his schlong looks like so I started to cop a feel. Well, it wasn’t that much of a copping a feel as I started to touch his manhood with every parts of my palm.

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In that second, I thought to myself “What if I was blind”. Then, I started to shape or imagined the sight of it inside my head. I could not do it. I visualized other objects as well to compare the size with. Spray can, carrots, eggplants, you name it, I visualized it all. I did have a rough estimate but I was not satisfied. I did not feel as if I had a proper guestimation of the size and shape of his manhood. I struggled to get the image right in my head and even worse, I did not feel any fulfillment or success in doing so.

Finally, I gave in and popped my head upright to peep at his manhood. It looked like one of the visuals I had but still I was not satisfied with my skills of shaping objects with my hands. It was then that I realized how valuable my mom’s words were. I used to cringe and scoff it off whenever she nags too much about it. In all fairness and in my defence, my mom can be quite naggy at times but yeah, I do not think I’ll be able to live life as a blind person.

Freaked out, I have started to be extra careful with contact lens handling starting from today.

Two Much

It’s not really surprising to me anymore how good things in life come in more than one simultaneously. Today marks the day I got closure from two men and although both of them have come from different dating apps and have different intentions, there was something very similar when it comes to the vibe I am getting from these two men. Yep, Heiny got lucky today, not just with one man, but with two men.

jan21First was this bootie call I have been looking forward to for some time. Last month before Christmas, I met up with this Irish guy, Leprechaun, for a bootie call. We really hit it off and I stayed at his place for more than three hours with him ‘finishing’ twice. It was one of those very comfortable sex but maybe it was because Leprechaun is not much of a chatter, both he and I kinda lost in touch.

Last week, I messaged him and asked if he would like to meet. I was ready for him to say ‘nah’ but to my surprise, he agreed to meeting up with me again for a bootie call. His place was in the middle of nowhere although it was in the city so I made sure I caught the bus earlier and as predicted, I reached his place earlier than I should. I gave him a hint while I was minutes away from his place. We were supposed to meet at 4pm but I was having lunch around his neighborhood at around 3pm. When I texted him that I was around, he said ‘Great! See you at 4pm’. Ok then. I tried to eat as slow as I could but even with the slow eating, I was 30 minutes early. I was a bit hesitant to message him but after waiting about five minutes in front of his place, I got impatient and messaged him. He was in the showers and I had to wait ten more minutes.

Seeing him felt great because I really like him. Unlike last time, he kissed me right away once I got into his living room. This was followed by good sex. This time around, he ‘finished’ three times in two hours. Even though we were two strangers meeting up for the second time to have sex, we had really good conversations in between the sex while we both rested for a few minutes. To me, it did not feel like a bootie call.

After the first time he ejaculated, he laid his head on my chest as we held hand and lie in his bed. The second time, I laid on his chest while he laid on his bed. It’s weird to be honest because once I got out of his house last time, we hardly chat and I could tell he’s not that much of a chatting app user. So, I never really knew whether he would like to see me again or not. This time around, I did ask him straight. “So, do you still want to see me again?”, to which he said “of course”. I do not know whether it’s a bootie call or not but the chemistry between us during the time I spent on his bed felt like sex between two ex-lovers, two good friends or even a committed couple. I try not to think much of this but I could not help feeling really comfortable and wanting to see him again.

Around 7pm, I got out of Leprechaun‘s house. He had to go to his friend’s dinner meet up and I had to head off to my date. It sure feels a bit weird to go on an actual date after a sex date. However, this guy is the guy I matched with on Tinder and he has actually stated that he is not just in it for NSA and he would like to get to know people and have a proper date. I was not expecting any sexual encounter and maybe just drinks for a get-to-know-each-other.

I was early again as I waited for him at Bank Hotel in Newtown. There were two ladies beside the table I was sitting at, in their late twenties. Normally, I would hear what others are talking about but I was a bit nervous about meeting with this guy. So, I just sat there and waited and he came into the bar. He looks way better in real life and that just made me more nervous. He spotted me and gave me his hands to shake. I responded to that with a small hug. Then, he said he would go get his drink and he went to the bar.

During this time, one of the two ladies have left the table and there was this really pretty lady in a red dress. We caught glances and she said “I hope you did not hear what I just said”. Honestly I did not. Like I said, I was out of focus, nervous and pretty much curious about how my date would turn out. I told her that and she questioned “Is this your first date?” Yes, I told her. “Did you guys meet on dating apps?” Yeah, where else, I told her. Then, I talked to her about how it would not be easy to meet gay guys in public to ask for dates. It would have to be in some gay venues (pubs and clubs), where most of the time these gay men would be drunk, or through dating apps. She seems to understand. She then said “Yeah I could tell this was your first date” I asked her, how so. “The way you guys greeted each other”. And I asked her “Do you think it looks like it’s going well”, to which she replied “Well, it looks good at the present”. I told her “Well, you be the judge as we progress in the night”. Sadly, the lady told me she had to leave right away but she wished me good luck. Good timing! My date, then, got back with his glass of beer.

He was not girly but he does have this fabulous edge, when he talks; it was one of those vibes where people could tell he’s gay from the first thing that comes out of his mouth. He has this really deep voice, which I find sexy, but the whole gay tone made him sound like a drag queen at times. He was not sassy, nor bitchy. He is funny and adorable actually and I kept looking into his graying blue eyes.

Leprechaun is 42 years old and this date of mine is 38. So, both men are of good age. After two beers and a wine bottle later, he offered to follow him home and to stay over. I was surprised. For someone who is not into “No string attached”, he seems to really like me enough to have invited me to his place. We both bought kebab and falafel to his place. We finally kissed. He is a soft kisser and a vulnerable one, where he would not use force into his kisses but it felt somewhat romantic.

After talking for a few minutes, he asked me to stay over at his place and the next thing we knew, we were both naked on his bed. We did not have sex although there was a lot of major heavy spooning involved. The next morning, he told me he really wanted to fuck me but he knew we were both tired. I was not tired actually but having eaten that falafel with chili sauce, I do not really think it would have been a great idea to have sex.

jan21-2Judging by lots of Madonna posters and artworks in his room, I finally found out that he is a big fan of Madonna. Originally from UK, my date was a MadonnaFan. The thing I really love about him was how we both seem to be so comfortable when it comes to interrupting our sleep. There were times he would just cuddle me out of nowhere as I was sleeping and whenever I cuddle him from behind while he would be sleeping, he would respond it with a kiss on my hand or by pulling my hands towards him. I really like that ease.

So yeah, two great men with potentials of becoming more that what we already have but here’s the thing. I am, once again, a bit confused about who I want. Leprechaun was doing so well and it was never meant to be this intimate until today with him and then MadonnaFan came along, with such great romantic gestures.

I’m not sure what would happen but it would be quite interesting to find out!