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A Message

I would like to send a message to all guys out there, and whatever you read is a direct expression of my thoughts and I have to warn you, it is strong. This entry will be bias (although I think in a good way) to those who have been reading for some time. What I write from here would not be too relevant because I believe you guys are the intellectual ones. Please treat this entry as a rant, as though you are the students who reported early to class but ended up getting scolded cause those who are late and have not arrived.

I seriously have no idea how to make you guys feel unrelated to this message, but from the bottom of my heart, I am not referring to anyone who reads my blog, because you guys understand girls differently. No offence to anyone if I did step on your toes.

So, here goes nothing.

Throughout my days of writing and talking to friends about their relationships, there are a few ladies out there, who have experienced things I don’t think anyone deserved. As a guy, I understand that texts can be boring, and I daringly say that majority of guys who see the text-filled pages of sexual recounts or encounters on my site, would simply close the tab and seek more visually satisfying content, mainly videos and pictures.

That being said, for those who have been reading my site, I believe you are of a different level of maturity and understanding. Somewhere in you have decided that sex is sex, and videos or pictures cannot tell you what you are looking to understand. That’s why you read these pages of texts which I ironically find it boring at times (from a publicity point of view).

There has been an increasing trend of girls getting into relationships at a younger age, while some are led by perception of love, others by pure deceit. In any case, the ones who learnt through bad experiences have broken up with their forceful boyfriends and had viewed guys differently since. I would not blame them, but instead, those guys are the ones responsible for the stereotype we’ve earned.

One thing the girls had in common, is the belief that their virginity should be saved for a specific moment in their lives, be it marriage, or a stage in relationship they are willing and ready to give it to their partners. Without sex, the boyfriends could only rely on handjobs, and perhaps if lucky, indulge in the oral sex their girls would do for them. To me, oral sex is a harder task (I am not referring to the ladies who love to give them) compared to having sex , as it require patience, hard work and tolerance (does boredom count too?).

What their boyfriends think of blowjobs, had been wrong. It IS not part of foreplay, therefore the term ‘oral SEX’, especially when the girls are at the age of simplicity and pureness. Yet, those guys forced their girlfriends to give it anyway. Pushing heads down, choking, using their mouths as a pussy replacement, slamming their girls’ heads onto their groins, as though they are inanimate objects. What-The-Fuck? No apologies for the crude use of language. But where is the respect!

If all guys had to go through a mandatory oral sex experience class, they would then understand how it feel to be forced to do it. Blowjob is a totally different level from sex, I would even classify it a level higher. Can you imagine the taste? And the idea of a thick slab of foreign object in your mouth, getting so close to choking but you had no choice?

One of the girls had learnt to use her tongue to obstruct the passage down her throat, and the others just gag to tears. If not, it would be the poor girl doing it the way she knew (which could be ineffective) and making the horrible session last for hours. Those are just a few examples of what I have heard. I was like ‘C’mon! What is happening?’ You think it’s easy for them to do it? Especially when you know they are not ready to give, but still forced to do it?

Doing it out of love is different. The girl would understand that she can stop anytime, or at least feel protected while doing it. What can I say to them after they told me about the unpleasant experiences? The only words that came out of my mouth was ‘Guys will be guys’. It is totally unfair to the nice guys out there, but it is the aggression that exists in us (men). When guys bully their girlfriends, they would respond with superhuman strength. Yet, they have absolutely no power over their own minds.

Jealousy, hatred, anger, all translate into violence. And so does desperation, horniness and the urge to release. When they started to calm down, it would be when things went wrong. I don’t know about others, but when I receive blowjobs (which rarely happens), I have no intention of unloading in the girl’s mouth. Why? Because the willingness to give (blowjobs) without force, had showed me how much I mean to the girl. Let me ask you guys, when was the last time you pleasured someone without asking for anything in return? Never? Perhaps once in a while?

Not good enough for me. Why not try this? Do it for her, with NO hopes of getting any in return. Go all out. Do it at the foreplay. You will be surprised! Here, I shall quote a phrase which I believe I came up with. But if I have accidentally picked it up unconsciously from someone, please do correct me as well.

Give and you will not receive. Gift and you will be given.

To receive and get are two different things. Simply put it, ‘Where is my present?’ would get you one which is purely out of your one-sided request, but ‘Thank you for being there for me all this time’, would earn you something better than presents.

The word ‘pleasure’ is too shallow to describe the feeling of intimacy with someone, yet it is the only word I know to highlight the specialness of a relationship. When a guy fingers a girl, does he expect her to reach for his dick and stroke it? Or worse, to give the girl ten orgasms, and then demanding with reasons to just one release of the guy’s load? Has it always been done this way? I am shocked.

Sigh.. Now that I’ve gotten what I wanted to say off my chest, I do feel a little better. For those guys who have been standing up for victims of abusive relationships, kudos to you. For those who know of such happenings but have yet done anything, please advise the girls proper. It is the least we can do to save the few sheep from the wolves. In this cruel world, wolves will be wolves, but we can have principles not to hurt the unethically.

I love sex. I love blowjobs. I love girl(s?). But don’t we all do? Argh.. up to this point, I realised I might have offended homosexuals and many many minorities. Just read and forget alright? I know I might seem fake when I say this, but I want justice for the other gender. I want them to look at us (men) differently. Protecting them with ferocity, and caring for them with gentleness. Isn’t that what the word ‘gentleman’ meant? Like wolves taking care of the lambs until they are of a certain age or mindset, so we can go after them fairly, winning their trusts, hearts and then do we deserve to own them, but remember, never to hurt them.

I have once read this in a book named ‘Matrix Warrior’ – What differentiate us from animals is that we can control our thoughts. I doubt many would understand what I wrote, and I am seriously tempted to delete this entry for fear of hatred from readers. But today, I shall give zero fucks, and say what I want – because I can.

I would love to get comments on this entry regarding your thoughts. Please feel free to comment below (preferably not in the cBox) and tell me.

Anyway, happy holidays to you guys out there. You can never understand how grateful to have you guys reading my blog faithfully or can I use the word religiously? It has been years, and no matter when you started reading, you can always go back in time to the older entries and live in my world for that moment. I have never regretted writing for this blog. It is also one way to test if my partner is the one for me, cause she would have to accept me for who I am, and what I loved doing.

Oh yeah! You guys know you can use my blog as an opener to find like-minded girls? And by ‘like-minded’ I meant open minded ladies. You can start off with,

‘Hey! Have you heard of Phantacee? Pause. I think his works are special and one-of-a-kind. I have to warn you though, he writes for an erotic blog. Can I direct you to his site?’

If she have been reading, then you guys have something in common. If she has not, you can direct her to this entry, and tell her convincingly that this was the entry you felt the most for. Then, ask if she agrees with that I wrote.

*wink wink* Good idea right? By the way, I have been pondering if I should include a FaceBook ‘Like’ for my site. But the fact that no one would let such topics infiltrate their Timeline held me back from implementing the button. So, you tell me (:

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Texts

A Teacher’s Evil Intentions

Michelle (WhatsApp): ‘Hey, awake?’
Leo (WhatsApp): ‘Yeah, anything my girl?’
Michelle (WhatsApp): ‘Hahahah, your wife asleep already huh ? Since when so sweet !’
Leo (WhatsApp): ‘Hahahah, what wife ! Not yet married hor. You don’t anyhow say.’
Michelle (WhatsApp): ‘Haha, but soon la. Once you two get married then cannot be so horny towards me already hor.’
Leo (WhatsApp): ‘I also never horny, is you anyhow think one la. Stupid girl !’
Michelle (WhatsApp): ‘Hahah, okay la. But after marriage you’ve no more freedom already lo !’
Leo (WhatsApp): ‘Ya la. Somemore my future wife not virgin, sibei sian. Eh, you virgin right, let me try leh.’
Michelle (WhatsApp): ‘You dare?’
Leo (WhatsApp): ‘Why not?’
Michelle (WhatsApp): ‘We shall see.’

Leo was a teacher in an all girls school, and the temptations were everywhere. Comfortable with their own sexes, the girls were basically more open when around friends and the frequent gossips about sex were happening on a daily basis. He had been close to Michelle, one of the more successful attempts to get close to any of the girls he was surrounded with. They had hung out together on a few occasions, and he never failed to harbour thoughts about her when they went out in his car. But being a teacher of a reputable school, he knew his limits and danger.

The next day, which was a Tuesday, they texted each other more than usual and had planned a one-to-one remedial in her classroom. He hurried after the school bell went off and started professionally on tuition proper. Slowly, the number of students in their block diminished and his eagerness to advance was showing.

Leo: ‘You want to go to the toilet? I’m going.’

Michelle knew where it was headed for and agreed, putting aside her books and followed a short distance behind. He opened the staff toilet with his bunch of keys and went in, waiting for Michelle who came in shortly after. Her hair fell to her waist after she pulled the rubber band off and undid the first two buttons of her blouse. Leo could not hold back anymore and pinned her against the wall and kissed. It was the first pair of lips he had since he was engaged to his girlfriend and the taste of the forbidden fruit was barely filling. His hands quickly unbuttoned the rest of her top and went to her waist to unhook the skirt.

Michelle (whispering): ‘Slow down.. ‘

It wasn’t happening. Her panties was tugged halfway and his hands was grabbing her boobs hard. She had just unleashed a tiger which had been hiding in the mountains for too long. His mouth landed on her nipples and he sucked relentlessly as though he wanted milk. Michelle’s hands were on his head and guiding him to her favourite spot. He lifted and carried her to the basin and had one of her legs on the sink. Thankfully, the area around the sink was nicely cemented with tiles and not just a sink like she had expected. It supported her body’s jerking after his tongue went to her pussy, hungrily licking up what juices that leaked.

Her hands did not leave his head and he figured the nicest spot on a girl was still the sensitive clitoris. He knew she was a virgin, and would be a waste if he really went wild.

Michelle (whispering): ‘Let’s do it in the classroom.’

It was hard for him to pause, but he managed and quickly let her wear her clothes back. They made their way back to the classroom with his hand riskily on her hips and once inside, the doors were locked and they made their way to the more-shielded part of the room. Forcefully, he went under her skirt and pulled her panties off, and she removed her bra from under the blouse.

Leo: ‘Do you want to watch?’
Michelle: ‘Huh?’
Leo: ‘Watch me take your virginity.’

Either way, he was going to have her. Michelle shook her head and he knew his next step. He pulled a table nearby and placed it against the full body mirror at the wall, and gently, guided her to bend over the table, with her legs stabilised, shoulder-width on the floor. The zip sound came and it didn’t even last a second. She felt his fingers enter her pussy to make sure she was ready. His fingers going in and out of her was going to be the last nicest thing she remembered.

His hand left her pussy and the next thing she felt below was the tip of his penis, which was much warmer compared to her slit. Slowly, he pushed his dick in and made sure he leaned back enough to watch himself going in for the kill. Michelle moaned in pain as her pussy spread apart that wide for the first time and felt the details on his shaft. The rough lines on the thick piece of hot meat. Leo pinned her chest on the table and moved.

He did not move at the slowest speed to let her pussy acclimatise to the size, but he was gaining speed fast. Obviously, his wild side had taken over, and did not care how she felt. The pain was overwhelming but she knew it had to end someway. As his dick slurped in and out, the pain was slowly going away and pleasure was taking over. She was watching his orgasmic expression in the mirror, along with the painful expression on her face.

Leo did not take long to reach his top speed and the banging of the table against the mirror was getting faster. He rammed his dick at such force Michelle could feel him stretching her pussy deeper. Her first penetrative orgasm came and he felt even bigger in her.

Leo: ‘You came? My turn now.’

He went faster but not for long, and just as she was about to cum the second time, he pulled out and dragged her by the waist to the floor. Her butt hit the floor with a loud thud and he pinched her cheeks to open her jaws. Turning into a desperate rapist, he jammed his cock in and knocked her against the table, using it as a support to deep throat her. She was choking with every stroke down her throat but could not free herself.

After the longest few minutes, he pushed for the last time and kept still while his balls shrivelled and the sticky load of cum pumped into her stomach. No matter how far he went overboard, he got what he wanted. His hips thrust a few more times and he pushed her lower jaw upwards as he pulled out, scraping his shaft to remove whatever cum might have gotten there.

Michelle tumbled onto her side coughing vigorously and gagging, yet none of his sperms were coming out. With a satisfied grin, he packed his small package back in his trousers and went to sit where he could watch her struggle.

Tears flowed uncontrolled down her cheeks while she climbed onto her feet. She was in no way going to get close to him again and she stuffed her books into her bag and left the classroom, never once letting her eyes lay on the sick man. ‘Give an inch, and take a foot‘. That phrase never seemed more true than it could get.

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Happy X-th Birthday

Happy birthday to me~
Happy birthday to me~
Happy birthday to staplerma.. ann~
Happy birthday to me!

Where’s my birthday sex? (;

Here, I would wish everyone a happy Lunar New Year as well. All the best to us, and our relationships, and to find your true love for those who are spending their Valentine day alone.

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Bus Window

On the short bus ride home, you chose to stand at open area near the exit and stared out in a daze. A traffic light stopped your bus and the black car pulled up in front of you. As soon as the car jerked to a halt, you saw the man reached the girl’s head and pushed it towards his lap. Glancing upwards at you, he smiled and resumed bouncing the girl’s mouth over his dick.

She looked barely 18. Tiny body and a loose off shoulder crop top. She doesn’t seem to be wearing a bra either. As her body rested over the gearbox in the middle, the lights changed and your show was interrupted while the black car zoomed away.

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Bubbles

Jolie (whispering): ‘We can’t do it here!’

Me (whispering): ‘We can. There’s no lights here!’

The pool’s light had gone out by 10pm, and surprisingly, the wall lights had gone out as well, probably due to a power trip somewhere. It was a rare occasion and I wasted no time to ask Jolie down for a swim. She was a friend who stayed in the same condominium and we knew each other through simple nods and frequent sighting at the pool.

The jacuzzi tub was a small one, and could be turned on by a switch that had a timer feature. It wasn’t the first time we had close body contact. The gym was where it started, when we finished our workout one night, the toilets seemed so tempting to share, and so we did. This night, something similar was about to happen.

Ignoring her worries, I grabbed her hands and placed it on my bulge, which she did not expect. We had basically the whole compound of spectators if the lights were still on, and there would be no way we can attempt what we could tonight. Her hands slipped into my trunks and had began caressing my warm shaft, stroking it up and down with her fingers. She had a great body, and was proud to show off whenever she swam, in a classy two piece bikini. The waters were up at our necks and the bubbles were concealing our lewd acts from the neighbourhood. I pulled her bottoms down and it stayed at her ankles where she wanted to keep it, in case anyone came about.

Her top was secured by a knot at the neck, and I pulled it when she was still looking around to spot any peeping toms. A strong grip on my dick and I knew she was a little pissed by my dare, but still allowed me to hang on to her top, as her courage slowly regained. I reached for her pussy and the slippery feel was differential although we were in the waters. I pushed my fingers in with ease and she moaned while hugging close to my arms to prevent floating away. Her hand kept stroking and I was just waiting for the heat to build up.

After a good five minutes of teasing her pussy and nipples, she finally could not take it anymore and initiated to start our little fun. She moved in front of me and turned around, I pulled at her nipples playfully to lead her over my legs. Jolie placed her hands on my hips to weigh herself down and I helped to hold my commando while she lowered herself. It took about three tries to get in, but the cold waters were soon out of my mind. Her warmness with the tightness was too much to resist and I shifted my hands to her waist to anchor her. Wrapping her legs around my waist, her hands moved around my neck and I was soon moving my hips upwards, shoving it deep into her.

Jolie began moaning and I had to stop to remind her about the danger. *Piak* A light slap on my cheeks, and she reminded me that I was the one to be blamed for turning her on so much at the wrong place (of fucking in a jacuzzi). She kept her moans down and I hastened my pace. Her body was sensitive, and as she got tighter, I knew she was cumming and I kept going without rest. Because of the buoyancy of the water, we could only go this fast and it was actually delaying our climax to an extremely big one.

She leaned onto my body and I felt her pussy contract and expand, in full momentum of an on-going orgasm. Suddenly, she pushed her hands against my body but I managed to remain inside of her by holding her waist down onto me. A warm gush of liquid hit my stomach and it felt very obvious because of the cold water.

Jolie (whispering): ‘Sorry sorry. I needed to pee.’

The gush gradually died down and she felt awkward immediately, for someone who never peed in the water due to hygiene, she broke her limits and principles as well. I let her go after a while and she took a breath before diving beneath the water to give me a blowjob. As a swimmer, she lasted a really long time under the water as I continuously felt her mouth sucking me hard. About two dives and she was breathless quick.

I stood up and positioned her at one of the edges without the tall steps. She stood still and I went behind her. Lifting her lower body easily, she opened her legs while I waded between them, until I was close enough. Jolie was simply resting her head on her folded arms at the ledge, while experiencing my penetration into her cunt.

As I began moving myself in and out of her, she knew it wasn’t fast enough, so she dipped her hands into the water and held on by the edge, pushing backwards as I rammed as hard as I could against her. We had to occasionally restart the water pumps once the timer went off. I kept going without stop and the build up was just too much for me to handle anymore. Our speed was not going to make it no matter what position we tried.

Jolie: ‘Why don’t you sit by the edge here?’

I think she finally got pissed by the teasing and no orgasms. I got myself out of the pool and sat by the edge as she said. She came between my feet and tugged my trunks lower, exposing my dick to the cold air. Seriously, it was colder out of the water. Her mouth took over the job and she sucked really diligently, slurping and spitting out water initially, but there was no stopping once I opened my legs wider to let the pounding water escape from the sides. My toes had managed to get under her pussy and flicked and fondled her pussy area while she finalised her spot in the pool.

She had used her mouth to warm my dick once again and her saliva was dripping out of her mouth and all over my shaft. Her suction was perfect as she kept her lips tightly sealed around the perimeter. My eyes closed instinctively and my hands found their way to her wet hair, which then took over to force her deeper over my shaft. With the little fats on my butt, I was unknowingly thrusting my hips gently while keeping her head still. I kept going until my load was about to come and Jolie took over. Slurping and gagging her way as deep as she could take it. In no time, my cum sprayed into her mouth and she swallowed as the sperms flooded her.

Nonetheless, a little pool water got mixed in and she swallowed the final mouthful. I jumped back into the pool and pushed her all the way to the other side with the steps and she rested there. My fingers went to work immediately inside her and her hands tried to stop me from going at that high speed. But just as she was about to get violent and go crazy with the sensitivity, an intense round of orgasm hit her hard and she gave up resisting and almost drowned in the water as all her energy went to her pussy.

I had to hold her until she recovered and struggled with my help to get out of the water after wearing whatever pieces of clothes I ripped off her. Luckily or unluckily, the lights came on then and we were sitting at one of the tanning beds.

Jolie: ‘I’m going to just head home and shower.’

Me: ‘Me too.’

We simply had no more strength to risk whatever might happen if we showered at the common bathroom. She wrapped a towel around her body and I placed mine around my waist. We then left for home and I found myself smiling on the journey. I hope she was as satisfied too.