Category: Rants

Lately, there are a lot of posts and focus brought to an 18 year old girl, who partnered with me to earn an income (through sales of panties and moans). This move has caused a mix of confusion and disappointment to the initial reading experience that most of you enjoyed on my site. The sudden influx of images, profit-driven motives, change in direction and perhaps the absence of an explanation might be the cause of it.

When I wrote this entry, I reflected on the various blogs that basically gave its visitors the middle finger when alternative opinions are expressed, and I definitely would not want to treat my faithful readers that way. So, here I am, explaining why I did what I did, and perhaps, it might earn some credit to have you guys checking my site frequently once again.

Ever since I started writing from 2009, it has been my priority to keep the site running for as long as within my capability. People have asked, why not use Blogspot or WordPress or Tumblr? Why pay for something that you can get free? Firstly, the ownership of a domain would help you guys to remember the URL easily, which now have became irrelevant due to the syncing of bookmarks across browsers. Secondly, I have access to a server space where I can host photos, videos and what not on. This provides the security and assurance that everything can be monitored to my best. Lastly, it is the flexibility and freedom to do what I think is best to make my work accessible and pleasing to your eyes, without any limitations set by the original blog hosting providers.

Now, is all these worth it? I would say, ‘Yes’. No doubt I have settled down on a possibly-permanent template, or as some of you might know as ‘skin’ for my blog, it is the limitless numbers of plugins (a.k.a. add-ons) I can use. Look at the pre-entry warning box, the seamless PayPal integration, the contact forms that allows you to get in touch with me with just a click. Perhaps one of the most memorable application I have used is the implementation of JW Player, allowing videos on my server to be embedded easily.

The idea to incorporate Nicole’s wishes to leverage on my site’s popularity and ease of access is almost an instant ‘Yes’ from me. As you guys have probably seen, the ‘Shopping’ page of my site has been there for the longest time, with items taking months to go out-of-stock. My dream was to never allow third party advertisements to intrude my site, meddling with the viewing experience. It has been going well so far, and I am glad it went my way.

When I first suggested for Nicole to sell her used lingerie on my site, it was an immediate eureka moment to finally have some proper photos on my site. Despite the purpose of the photos was to sell, it was something different! One that would help a girl, and when I say help, I am referring to the fact that I am looking to give her 100% of the contributions made from her panty sale and moans. One or two of you might have heard me saying that I did that to help fund the cost of running my site, but it has never been the case. I made that statement to justify my reasons to help her. Would you believe it if I said it is purely to get attention? Even if I do mean it?

As of this point in time, the sale of her panties will be discontinued, and I will embark on phase two of my plans to help her out financially. I am not considering the fact that negative remarks were made by people who did not want to pay for anything, instead, I assume they said those things due to the misalignment of my site’s purpose from the initial agenda.

Here, I apologise for any misunderstandings that I have caused, and will admit to the fate that I can only use the ‘Shopping’ segment to get fundings for the operation cost. For the longest time, I have not enjoyed any physical benefits of writing this website, nor have I used any money for myself, received from a kind donor, Jason. Everything goes to extending the bandwidth, domain and server renewal. Other people might blog whenever they like, but I blog to keep you guys cumming back for more, with no returns at all.

It might not sound big to you, but I feel good when you guys are happy being here with me. As a guy, I would be even more honoured when a girl cums from my stories. For those who have been supporting me in your own ways, I thank you for your understanding and belief in me. For those who have yet to see what I see, I hope this entry will change a little of your perception and impression of me. Once again, thank you for reading up to this point – especially when this is a non-erectable or wetting entry.

Remember the earlier entry with the short moaning clip? I am sure you guys do. Anyway, here is a formal introduction of Nicole, with information she provided through our email correspondence. She is 18 this year (2013), and just completed her O levels. Coming from a Normal Academic stream, I was very surprised when she achieved a 9 points. I know it is a usual stereotype that ought to get scolded for, but I think it was a job well done for her.

Like most students waiting to enter their next phase of study, I could not help but ask what was her plans for the next few months of holidays. And as our emails got longer and longer, I learnt more about her as well. Although she is the only child in her family, her parents did not spoil her but longed for her to be dependent on herself. Apart from looking for a job, she does have a blogshop that sells handmade trinkets. And from her busyness, I would think that her little business was doing well, but upon more digging, I found out that every item she took hours to make, was only sold for S$1 and thereabout, without any transportation or delivery charges. Whether or not it was worth her efforts, she did not really care, since it was something she was good at. It was passion that kept her working.

With the tight financial constraints, Nicole was nothing close to being a shopaholic, but a down to earth and humble girl. Working tirelessly to earn that bit of money for her clothes and occasional indulgence in Japanese food, icy cold Soba noodles and Sashimi dishes being her favourite.

Slowly, I had found myself to be more curious about her background in terms of boyfriends and the intimate details. She was a little shy about revealing those at first, but it was a matter of the right questions that got me my answers. She had two boyfriends up to this point in time, and is single as of now. Her naive and pure heart (just like every girl in the beginning), was marred by the worst experience I had ever heard. Both her ex-boyfriends started out loving and thoughtful, and as time went by, their hormones slowly took over the relationships.

Nicole is someone who would not mind giving her guy more than what he deserved if he treated her well. And with that innocent belief, her two ex-boyfriends took advantage and even resorted to violence to get what they wanted. Of course, at times, she managed to resist giving in to what they wanted (forced oral sex in particular), but escaped by making it up with a sloppy handjob, or breaking down to tears. When I heard of what she went through, I almost wanted to get someone to fix them up. Never in my life I can imagine someone doing such things to the nice young girl who just wanted to find true love. I understand that there are more than imaginable numbers of such incidents, but it does not feel any worse to hear it from someone who’ve been through it herself.

While the most recent guy was the most violent one, she stayed with him the longest. Can you imagine going through all those over and over again, hoping that he would change but get disappointed each time? I feel for her.

Now that everything is over, she is in a way shaped to be wary and protective against men, which is good, but should never had to be taught in that way. Despite the nightmares, she found solace in the comfort and peacefulness of her bed. A second life had been carved out of her nights and the intense yet soothing orgasms had caught up with her. With the freedom and lack of worries and sorrow, a growing addiction to self-pleasure claimed a part of her night life and showed her the other side of intimacy.

As much as she enjoyed the privacy of what she does to relax and escape this ever-moving society, the reality of money and its effect caught up with her. She had contacted me through my site before I asked her if she was interested. We had spoken for a while about my work, but nothing in specific. With a little faith, the playful and curious Nicole took up my offer to give this opportunity a shot, hoping to make that few dollars to help improve her lifestyle. After all, who is she to be denied of those tiny luxuries that every girl deserves?

Starting out with making her voice heard, I will be assisting to edit and host the clips on my site. Moving forward, I am looking to help her clear her stash of normal looking but treasured panties. Since she did not object to the possibility of selling her used panties, why not help the readers to fulfil their desires while giving Nicole a hand.

On my side, ideas are being challenged as a new method is in place to give buyers, more trust and faith in her sincerity. In time to come, you guys will know what I am talking about with the amount of content and media that comes with the tempting piece of lingerie. All I offer, is a chance for you to get closer to her.

I hope you guys will have a better understanding of Nicole from this entry. And perhaps drop her a coin or note to show your support for her openness. Oh. If that doesn’t convince you, at least show her that there are guys out there better than her two ex-boyfriends.

Writing as never been an easy task for me. A lot of things has to be right to even begin. The quietness of the environment, the occasional visual stimuli, the mood has to be just right. Ever since I started out about two years ago, it has been a journey of research, learning and applying the best of my English. And reading my old entries, I could see the little but proud progress I made. A few of you might not think much of the improvement, but having a little is better than none.

I would always choose an environment that is quiet, usually writing at my void deck. It would help to let me travel back in time, and replay every scene that I was about to translate into words. The more difficult part would be putting myself in the female’s shoes and write what she felt, which being a guy, I had no idea of. The cold winds, sometimes rainy nights, or in the light of the sun, that looked so glaring but soothingly warm. I was conditioned to write in that ambience, and one that would not change. At times, writing at home would help, since I had access to my laptop which can multitask, looking up terms to clothing that better described what was worn, and positions that had a few accompanying words I can add. For the rest of the time I wrote below my flat, I did it on my iPad which kept me focused with the lack of multitasking.

Visual stimuli is not to be mistaken as porn, but actually the occasional passing of residents, which some dressed in their best for work, or skimpy for clubs, and just casual to buy something nearby. Watching eyes on me bothered me the least, after all, it is not common to see an iPad working wirelessly with the Apple Wireless keyboard. Apart from the random people that walked by, it was not the most important for me to keep going.

Getting in the right mood is the most tedious part. For a start, if you understand yourself, or guys (for the female readers), you would know that the sensation of ‘sian’ (lethargic or tiredness) after you cummed. Sadly, we (guys) are not tuned to have multiple orgasms without external efforts, so, my energy has to be reserved for the one time release. If a man went without relieve for a long time, you would expect him to feel a little more energetic and willing to make the trip or effort to find someone to help him out or somewhere to release.

Keeping myself controlled and un-cummed is the first step to get into the horny mode to write. Yes, I write when I am turned on, and it helps a lot. It would make me desperate at times to end the story with the cumming part, but it is another thing to hold myself back, and focus on the details that would help you to visualise the scenes and emotions. Putting myself into slo-mo, that was when all the tiny descriptions make up the story.

After that, I will leave it all to my hormones to play the story out, be it recounts or fantasies. Writing is my alternative to masturbation, and since it worked that way, the urge to get myself off was reduced, in turn, generating the stories that you all came to read. Not too bad a life cycle I would say. Cumming in the story is as good as cumming in real life, that is if you guys would ever understand what that means.

Doing research to write seems like lame, since we men know how pleasure felt like. But for the ladies, it is more than just pleasure. It can be guilt, sorrow, the heartbreak, the nightmare. They are more concerned about the whole package instead of just ‘oh yes oh yes. keep going.’ To write unbiased, I had to learn a lot more about them (which I estimate is just the tip of the iceberg) and let their untold emotions be heard. As eager as I am to tell everyone how good the male or female lead is feeling, there has to be more than just the ejaculation that men are looking for, or the climax.

Don’t you feel at times it is just the recognition and approval that you wanted instead of just cumming? Or getting the attention you never received? Or burying the sorrow and sadness in sex? Guilt of doing the wrong things yet enjoying it? There is too much to tell in words, and I am sure the female readers would agree.

In a way, I will never be able to fully express how girls feel through questions and observations, because there are some things that cannot be told, in fact, never be told to men. And just like them, men have their secrets that exists, no matter what the wedding vows would make them pledge, or the thirty years of marriage with beautiful kids they might have, that can never be told.

So, while I keep writing, you guys keep reading, and learn a bit more about the other gender. I understand that as some of you enjoy the rape (for example) stories, others might look at it at a subjective piece of information, letting the judgemental state of mind take over and even feeling unfair or frustrated. There is no way a person can be two gender completely, so, strong topics are often misunderstood if not in the person’s shoes.

Week one of the new year has ended and I am about to begin on my new career at a new company. Do give me your support by reading, or if you are slightly more well to do, can contact me for something I think everyone would need. Just making a living here.

New year is coming guys! And is there any invitations to countdown parties? Perhaps one of you can throw one for the writers? Today, I’ve been wanting to talk about something that guys shamelessly would do and how would I sound if I were to give it a try.

We have seen and heard a lot of appearances of advertisements that guys often make themselves sound yummy so that girls would be tempted. It’s not that we don’t know what do girls want, but we imagine those guys to think themselves of being a product.

8.5 inches. Lean. Fit. DD Free. Drive.

A few simple words. And it would move someone’s hormones. WRONG. To me (I AM a guy btw), 8.5 inches sounds like pain. Lean sounds like pain (lack of padding). Fit sounds like you can go many rounds without giving a fuck if she had cummed. And drive! We all have the drive don’t we? You can blame my average sized penis for being jealous, or my abs protected with fats tummy. Truth is, we are just denying the girls what they want to hear, and making a human body sounds like beef at a butcher stall.

Here, I shall attempt to create an advertisement for myself, of course, would be saddening and noobish compared to the experienced posters.

5.5 inches (to 0.5 inches accuracy). Average body with a tad of fat. Proven comfy to lie on and provides cushioning for back end positions. No longer fit due to life of luxury. Stamina will be subjected to your appearance and skills. No owned rides, to do my part for the environment. I don’t have a big dick to make you go crazy, I don’t have long lasting erection to pound you tired. I only have patience, time and attention to make you feel like a woman. Applicable to unmarried, open minded girls who would dare to step on the line of morality on a soft, fluffy bed.

It’s long, boring, and unattractive. No big tool, no ride, no Duracell grade stamina, no abs. It’s like offering a puppy to a little girl. And exactly! Why would the girl turn down the puppy? She will have to take care of it, walk it, play with it and even adapt to it. You wouldn’t want to offer a hound, smart and protective. What? So she can ride on it? And get pulled by it on a wagon? And die before her from old age? No way.

We know we make wrong decisions all the time, sometimes filled with guilt that take too much time to fade, wishing you had not made that wrong move. So why the hurry and not write more? Mine is vague, missing details and lack fancy strong words.

Guys, when you are looking for sex, especially for the free ones, please put in more effort and tell the girls about you, not describe what they can see from your picture that you are going to attach anyway. If they are interested, they might not compare that mental image of your tool with other bigger guys, so don’t scare them away with too much info.

Girls are not stupid. They might just deserve more than you. Have a great new year guys!

When I was doing my BMT in year 2010, June to October to be exact, I wrote a substantial amount of stories with the ultra mini personal computer (UMPC), a.k.a. netbooks. It wasn’t easy to hide at the top bed and write, but thankfully, I know my buddies in the same bunk can keep secrets.

My buddy’s name is Zack, Zachary for short and he was one of the many who knew what I wrote. Due to the fact I was so busy with my laptop. I didn’t have FaceBook then, cause it was a distraction. When the net was congested, I would write using the top of my cupboard, while listening to my mp3. In a way, I looked like a bookie. Hehe.

But I think it was unusual for guys to want to be turned on in camp, after all, there is nothing to look at! As much as porn is so sought after, I found my calling in words, or texts. So I wrote and wrote. It was the one thing that brought my mind away from the shagness, pain, aches. The next day would always be a scary one due to more training and more strengthening.

Girls, please don’t let your guys have it their way whenever they book out. Make sure they earn it, and not just because they bore with it for a week or two. Although, in the end, please give them what you are willing to do for them and not just all the way cause they felt like it. Hormones are sure raging, but protection, prevention and precaution must still be in place.

Guys, I know it is impossible to access pornography, but you can try going to my website, maybe in incognito mode, the times in BMT, I learnt that at times, my site is blocked, but most of the time it’s up. Get hard, get rest. Everyone knows what goes on in the shower or toilet (getting off if you get what I mean), but getting caught is lame. I do know of one person that got caught and I have no idea how or who.

I wrote non-stop every night, trying to hang on to a piece of reality in the main island of Singapore. the raging hormones definitely helped, and tamed to a certain extent I don’t have to be so vigorous once I booked out.

Love one another guys! 21/12/2012 is coming! Omg! What if my future posts never sees the light? Will someone find my hard disks and experience what is sex in pure lust? Okay. A black cat is looking at me from a distance. Have a good day guys.