Category: Rants

Somehow, this entry had something to do with the link that White Wolf shared, but it might not be linked too. Recently, the updates to awesome local erotic blogs has been dwindling, and the contents now are moving towards increasing number of pictures to replace ‘a thousand words’. True enough, our society has fed us with instant, condensed, easy to comprehend kind of media. I don’t know if I could say that I have the most frequently updated erotica blog, since there could be other blogs that I had not linked.

On a well-known social forum (Sammyboyforums.com), countless threads that span across recounts, fantasies, histories, are updated everyday, and most of them were lost to time, some even left incomplete. That very forum has writers that I admire and aspire to be, with a bigger audience than what my site statistics showed me. However, I believe that more people are visiting the ‘pictures’ categories as their lifestyles get busier.

In this entry, you will learn some facts that I had never told in my entries, particularly in relation to my blog (rather than my lifestyle). If you guys had started from a few years back, you will find that my frequency was much higher, up to a few stories a day, but with long periods of absence between. Some of you would find your all-time-favourite in the older posts, buried in other poorly written stories. Just as life intended, inspiration and thoughts portray themselves very differently at varying times, and things only get more difficult when I try to translate them into words.

One reason why I often apologised for my badly written stories was the lack of concern about the quality once I have completed an entry. Looking at the thousand words plus article, it hurts to ‘discard draft’. Logic has been one thing that stood in my way when I write a recount that sounded unbelievable. But I have to clarify that most of the stories that got deleted belonged to the ‘Life’ section, thus, keeping the main category ‘Kinkies’ undisturbed.

If you guys had seen the number of drafts I keep in my Google Drive, I am sure you will question the amount of time I had on my hands. There are so many beginnings that has no ends. Frustration kicks in when inspirations decide to go on a holiday, leaving me with those incomplete stories to finish. As you guys have known, I do not write stories that is ’50 Shades’ long, because I simply do not have the attention span. For someone who gets distracted easily, short, detailed entries that I can complete within three four hours was most ideal.

I guess I am the kind of person who have to finish what I started on the spot, or risk leaving the project halfway done forever. It is not something that I will attempt to change though, because I write for passion, much like doing it because I feel good doing it. Plus.. I don’t get much reward from this. Seeing how other blogs thrive with less entries, or more photos, I feel jealous that I do not have what they had, like naturally attractive private parts for an instance or the more original – good writing skills

Now, for the one 7SidedBox fact that I am most proud of.

My passion for writing has secured enough entries to last till the end of 2014, extending into March of 2015 as of today.

As good as it may sound, I am also sad to reveal that there are less than ten photos in line among the 3-days-a-story schedule up till 2014 too. Yay or nay? It doesn’t matter to me. There are fewer and fewer people reading my wordy blog now, and you guys are all that I am thankful for. For those who are writing for personal reasons, please do share what you have accumulated, because ultimately, I will have to dedicate my time to important things, like family, children, in the future.

For those who are pissed of with waiting three days, keep waiting :P There are good and bad posts to come, beyond my control. I realised it was more than just spell-checks I needed to improve. I can’t help the less-than-perfect inspirations that came to me, but I definitely did my best to write everything the way I wanted you guys to understand.

Whether or not the future will change the ‘reading many short entries’, or ‘reading one long story’ habit, I will continue to write whenever I can, to keep you guys stroking, or fingering. Let’s hope the idea of using surrogates will come replace our human bodies so we can enjoy without any dangers. If only I could write a program to accept search terms to create customised articles to every reader, I guess you guys will just have to live in my stories for now.

Thank you guys for your support, no matter how long have you been reading my blog.

Well, now I understand how writing can lose its touch when left alone for too long. I haven’t been writing for a week and it has been quite difficult to recreate scenes that flow smoothly. I know my posts have been appearing on schedule, but as a guy, I do have more fantasies and recounts than just three times a week. So, I must make it a point to write at least once every two days.

A few of you have been looking for Elise’s photos and I regret to tell you that she has decided not to post anymore photos on my site. I do know of the actual reason, but I think it should be at her discretion to supply pictures and remain active. For now, we will not be seeing photos of her. Hopefully it will be a temporary decision on her side.

Now, the actual topic I want to talk about. And it is related to coffee! I hope I don’t offend any coffee lovers or haters, since it would redefine ‘good coffee’.

For some of us, the search for good coffee is a life long process. We have learned to appreciate coffee in its original form, unmilked, unsweetened. Personally, I don’t mind espresso, but it can get too strong for my tastebuds. So I would go for long black. How a cup of coffee is made is pretty straightforward. Most of us know it by an espresso machine. Pushing 8 bars pressure of water through a packed form of coffee grounds.

So, what defines a good cup of coffee? I bet many of us know it through the grounds used, the calibration of the machine, the steep time, the water quality, etc – all the controllable aspects. But what if I say it is none of the above? Manual pressed coffee can be good, although conventional methods still relate to espresso methods – pressure through coffee grounds.

If you are one of those who goes for skill in making coffee, or the brand of the espresso machine, you are on the right track, and what I am going to write, will bring you to the next level. And it is not about the ambience, temperature, or any external factor. Enjoying a coffee takes more than your five senses, it is what I learnt from drinking enough coffee. Oh, don’t ask me how much is enough.

Letting your ‘best’ impression of coffee compare against the cup of coffee you are having totally ruins the intention of the barista. He is not there to be judged, nor is the machine he used, or the grounds. It’s actually simpler than you think.

If you can enjoy every cup of coffee you drink, I will salute you. Because every cup has its own characteristic! And your tongue, why does it seem to be able to tell bitterness when others can’t? Is it the coffee? Or just you? Every cup of coffee I make, taste different. Emotions do infect, and I won’t deny that. While you are flooding your brains with caffeine on the search for good coffee, you are not drinking coffee, you are judging it. And who are you to judge when you don’t know how to make them?

Whatever you taste in that cup, it is a reflection of what you feel. Sure, some are bitter enough to spasm your face, but it simply means that your tongue is not ready for what goes through your body. But your heart is.

I realised that there is no ideal coffee, so, stop comparing. A long queue doesn’t mean it’s good. Start by tasting the coffee with the tip of your tongue, then your mouth (swirling it in a small gargle), then your stomach (feel it going down and locate your stomach), then your heart. Try to hear what it is trying to tell you. Is the bitter justifiable to what happened at work? And does the disappearance of the bitterness tell you that things will get better? So why is the coffee not bitter? Are you feeling calm and well?

That sums up what I want to say, more or less. Good coffee can be found in every cup, or should I say, every cup of coffee has its own goodness. If you can find it, you are a good drinker.

I am writing this for a female friend, who is in a similar situation like me. In this post, I will be myself, where I am a mirror, that reflects who she is, and hopefully show her that there will be someone who will understand her, no matter how complex she think she is. It has been some time since this blog has any true personal entries, so expect not to comprehend what I type here, for it is for her that this message is intended for.

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You are a sheep in my eyes, that once had nothing to worry about, except your own happiness. And as life went on, you got into relationships, and out of them. Through those experiences, you have redefined happiness into something that seemed indefinable. No ambition for the future, and no knowledge of the past, that was how you were living, carefree to be precise.

All these while alone in Singapore, you had accepted the fact that your ex was the one who brought you to this place, and from then, grew into who you are now. Confused, and for a stronger word, I would use ‘delusional’. Men will be men, having intentions that they cannot lie through, yet strive to convince that they are out there to purely make friends.

For someone like you, with that figure every male could only dreamt of holding, you had no lack of suitors. But at the same time, you are aware of what attracted them, and feels sad guys see you in that light. Having a good figure is your way to separate men from beasts, and as time passed, the rare seemed to be getting rarer.

Gradually, you began clubbing, hanging out with guys to find the one thing I have been telling you – solace. What you truly seek is that hug, that attention, going to you instead of your slender shoulders or slim thighs. It is the feeling of lost, that drove you to jump into the dangerous waters to find that one needle in the haystack. And when you found someone who cared and paid attention to you, you grew to protect and defend your heart that has been battered with failed relationships, creating obstacles that you know not just anyone could pass.

In a way, I would commend you for such maturity, but deep down inside, you are losing faith in yourself, of meeting someone that would cross the hurdles you had naturally formed. You did not blame your ex-boyfriends nor yourself for the numbness you felt. Frankly speaking, you had no idea what had caused it, or what has happened between the old, comfortable feeling ‘you’, and the new fun seeking, heart forgotten ‘you’.

‘Fun’ was the word you gave me when I asked for the word best describing you. And it is the exact opposite that you felt but did not express. To you, fun is an escape, just a partial one that made you feel safer. My favourite phrase was ‘what you don’t know can’t hurt you’, and that was exactly what you did. You don’t know who you are, what you are looking for, what you want. And those unknowns seem to be better than sleeping early, or spending quiet moments, letting those emptiness and mysterious blank thoughts bother you.

You want to find yourself back, but unsure if the old self was better. You had tried reinventing yourself, but too much was lost that you had no foundations to build on. Dressing sexy, looking good, had become your way of getting the attraction back to yourself.

All the time I had chatted with you, it was your confused mind that had many openings to look into. That feeling of fear, uncertainty (towards men who approached you), the lack of foundations (your true principles), were all there. No one had truly tried to understand you, but you had long given up on that, or perhaps just waiting indefinitely for that person to appear. What you tell people, and how you responded when he kissed you, are all part of your heart’s defences to ask you to hold back.

Your heart needed more time than your mind to access the person, and what you can say to others are just part of the off-the-shelf topics your mind prepared. Yes, you have shared what you think and how you felt, but your heart is still trying to catch up and match what you think and how you feel. I can tell that you are holding yourself back. When you’re alone in your room, your heart then showed you what was mismatched, but it was too late. Anyway, you would never share them with just anyone.

There are attempts to slow things down and find yourself, but circumstances are not letting you do it. People asking you out, temptations to drown yourself in music and alcohol, it was a relieve to you that you are still remembered, no matter for what reasons (even lust). So, you skipped the tough part of managing yourself, and hopped into letting people lead you.

I wished I could write more about you, but up till here, what I said above was what I felt about you, and I hope it is as accurate as it can get. There will be grey areas, or even wrong pointers. Before you tell me that is not how you feel or think, give yourself a day, to affirm that particular point(s) are wrong. To me, if I had expressed anything you find wrong, it would mean to me that at least you’ve got that specific thoughts figured out.

Does anyone want to know who she is?

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 (:

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.