Wednesday, July 25, 2007

And Now, For Something Completely Different

We interrupt this blog for a special rant. I had only recently resumed posting back here. I guess I felt that I still have stories to share. The reason I stopped blogging was because I felt that I was being controlled by the desire to have fun just so that I’d have something to blog about. Which is kinda not fun.

Also, because some friends of mine could barely distinguish me from my Oxymoronic Existence persona. To the casual reader, I might come off as a raging homo slut. Oh, who am I kidding, I am a raging homo slut. But to the people who knows me IRL, I would like to think there’s more to me than just Slutty Sluttenstein. Sometimes I am Prudence McPrude. Hey, I can be Prudence McPrude! Stop snickering!

My point is… I am not just about sex. Sometimes it’s about foreplay too. Or hotness. Heheheh. Kidding. I’ve asked my friends this question. Am I just about sex? Is that the sole purpose of me being created in the world?

Some friends think that I am just a slut and nothing else. And these are friends who I met kinda regularly. Sigh. Makes me feel feeble. Makes me feel like I am nothing. Spam. A waste of space. Although I’ve learned a long time ago to stop caring about what people think and just live my life but the sting is still there.

One friend don’t even keep in touch with my person but reads this blog regularly and found fit to keep quoting from the blog when we do met up in person. I was kinda disappointed at that. More so because we’ve spent a lot of time together and I still came off as just a slut to him that I am incapable of anything but sex. Sigh.

So I stopped blogging here for a while. Something happened in my life that made me reassess everything and I went back to blogging here just because writing about my sexcapades give me a happy. I got it out of my system. Anything that I did not like or anything that I like, everything’s dealt with and there’s no emotional baggage left inside.

Unfortunately, it happened again. This time, other people joined in on the action. So I guess I am just a slut and nothing more. Sigh. I know the fact that I am letting the whole world knows of my adventures does not help but is it really hard for people to fathom that Holden is just one aspect of me? Holden is the sexual being who loves to write about sex. I am not trying to paint myself into a slutty corner here. I am just writing about my experience. Just wish people would realize that a blog does not represent everything about one person entirely. Only what he or she chooses to reveal.

That being said, I hope others whom I’ve hung out with don’t really see me as just a slut. Just like Musang who insists that he is a bitch but I’ve hung out with him and he is quite a sweet little bitch, I mean girl. A couple of years back, I was involved in a social group and I was kinda briefed about a lot of people in the circle. People I haven’t met and people I don’t really know. After I met them, I realized that the picture painted about them is not entirely true. Some maybe true but mostly not really. And these people are far more than the image that I had of them. I guess I am blessed to have the ability to distinguish a PR stunt and reality. Certain people don’t really have a thing for golden showers and they do not need to buy friendship by piling on Starbucks beverages but certain people do spend their time at the saunas, on their knees. Ya know, stuff like that there.

Anyways, as disappointed as I was, I guess there really is no way around this. Some people just can’t get over the image they have in their heads about someone, even after getting to know them. Some people obsess a little too much over some sex stories. Okay, I am done. We're now back to our regularly scheduled sex posts...

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Tun Razak Chronicles Part 4

It felt kinda good so I let him finger me for a while. But he wanted more. He took his finger out and wanted to fuck my ass there and then. No lube, no condom, no foreplay, no anything. Just a straight up fuck. Like I am some sort of ho.

I pushed him off and turned around. He started to devour me. Or attempted to devour me. His skills have not improved. His attempt to bite my nipples were more like him pressing his chin on my man boob. And it kinda hurt, not the good kind. Sigh.

Then he raised my legs onto his shoulder and tried to enter me again. This time he managed to lube his cock a little bit via spit. Son of a bitch. He was so horny that he did not even ask if it was okay. I told him that I did not want to be fucked but he was off in his own little world, trying to push the head of his dick through. Good luck...

He insisted though and kept at it. I got irritated so I just pushed against him with my legs. I guess I applied enough pressure coz he finally looked up. I got up and told him there would be no fucking. He said I enjoyed being fingered earlier. So what? I was not in the mood to be fucked, especially not to a guy who could not even do nipple play.

I pushed him flat on his back and went down on him. After a while of him moaning and squirming, I started to jack him off. Again, he told me not to. I immediately stop and just lie back. I guess he got the message and we cuddled. As soon as he reached for his shirt, I went to open the door. He asked if I would call him coz even though he did not climax, he thoroughly enjoyed himself and enjoyed being with me. I was touched. Not.

I told him the standard answer, “If I am free, I’ll give you a call...”

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Tun Razak Chronicles Part 3

Before that night, and before I asked him to come over, he had been messaging me a lot. Asking if he could come over. As flattered as I was with the stalker-ish attitude, I remembered that he was not very good. He even admitted he was not good. I don’t wanna go through that trauma again.

He also never failed to remind me that he bought me dinner the first time we met. And how I owe him a dinner treat. Dude. It was only dinner at a mamak restaurant. Not like it was Shangri-La or something. How cheap can you get? Sigh…

Anyways, I was online and so was he. I could not really come up with an excuse fast enough to not see him so I kinda agreed to buy him dinner. I told him to come by the mamak area and once he was there, he needed to message me and I’d leave the cybercafé and meet him.

He went to my place instead. I told him to come to the mamak area, yet again. I finished up my Internet surfing and left for the mamak restaurant. When I got there, like 5 minutes later, I could not find him so I called him. He said he had already left. WTF?

He said he did not like being lied to and that he felt like a fool looking around for me. I told him off. First of all, my instructions were clear. Go to mamak and wait for me. Not my fault you can’t read a simple SMS. I so did not lie. He went on again about the lie and about how he felt foolish and about how he could not trust a liar like me. I did not want to argue and stoop to his level so I just bade adieu and hung up.

Think that’s the last of him? I wish. After a couple of weeks, he messaged back, apparently forgotten completely about the whole mamak-lying incident. He still wanted to come over. God, I must be good. Or, he must not have many friends AKA fuck buddy. It’s probably the latter eh? Sigh.

I gave in and let him come over that one night. He came and wanted to watch porn. He was extra, extra horny and tore the clothes right off of me. I just lied on my belly, cool as hell, and kept on watching the porn. His hands were all over me and settled at my ass. He groped my ass and started to play with my asshole. He licked his finger and pushed it in...

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Tun Razak Chronicles Part 2

However, he was not very good. He could not even chew on my nipples correctly. I was bored out of my mind. Have to give him points for effort though. But try as he might, he just was not doing it for me.

He kinda sensed that I was not really enjoying it so he apologized for his lack of not being able to please me. I shrugged it off. It’s no big but I was kinda disappointed. So I intended to finish him off as soon as possible so that he could leave and I could be alone. Or I could call someone and bitch about the lack of sexcitement.

After I teased his nipples, I went down on him. He mentioned that I was quite good with my tongue. Flattery. Getting him somewhere.

After sucking on his dick for a while, I got a bit tired so I jerked him off. He told me to stop because he spurted easily via handjob. And that’s a problem because? Apparently, he was so enjoying himself and feeling so good, he did not want it to be over.

He wanted a piece of my ass. I am a flexy so I did not really mind… if only he was good at making me horny, then I would not have minded giving him my ass. FYI, I don’t normally give it up unless I’m in a relationship, or I like the guy a lot, or he was making me so horny with his tongue. Oops, did I just give the key to my ass away?

Anyways, I told him I don’t do that and he kinda pouted and asked me to finish him off. I started jerking him off but he would not let me. He said he always came via handjob AKA masturbation so he did not really want a handjob from someone else. Sigh. All these rules and regulations were really starting to turn me off.

So I told him to work on me instead. For a while. He obliged. Bad decision. I had forgotten that he was not really good at it and now he was doing an even more half-assed job because he just wanted me to get him off. I told him to stop coz I was not going to cum that way. I volunteered to get him off but he refused to let me. Something about wanting it to be fair.

Just before he left, he asked me to call him when I am free. Guess what? I so did not call him, even if I was free. That is, until one completely boring night...

Monday, July 9, 2007

Tun Razak Chronicles Part 1

I have chatted with this Chinese guy at the beginning of this year. He lived nearby so it was an easy hook up. He wanted to have dinner with me so we met up at a mamak. His idea, not mine. After some idle chatter and food munching, he decided to drive me home.

He did pay for the dinner so I filed that under the ‘Good’ column. He did not really drive me home straight away. He took me around for a while. I asked him what’s in his mind but he did not wanna say. I asked if he wanted to go up to my place and he asked me if I wanted him to go to my place. I really hate it when they answer my question with a question and I effing hate it when they cannot decide on something and prefer to let me decide. Good God man! Take charge! You’re 40+ already!

I decided to play a game so I just kept quiet and put my hand on his thigh. Just left it there. Not even rubbing or massaging or anything. After a while, I asked him whether he wanted to go fool around or not. He told me to look at his crotch. It was kinda bulging. I made a face and he saw it. He immediately said that he could not stand it when someone puts a hand on his thigh. So that’s that. We’re going to fool around.

The guy really does not look too bad. Short cropped hair, fair skin and nice body. Not too buff but not flabby either. From the looks of the bulge, he had massive wood. His voice was a little Karen Walker-like but I could look past that.

So I got him to my flat and I went to wash up while he washes up in the toilet. Lucky for me he got my drift. I hate fishy cocks. We started out cuddling. Just cuddling. More cuddling. Cuddling yet again. I got the feeling that this guy was the type that lies back and let people do things to him. Great. Maybe I could fuck that bubble butt of his. Unfortunately, he declared he was a pure top. Dammit.

Got tired of waiting so I started. Kissing him was not too bad. Could do with a little more work but at least he is not like some others I have done. All tongue and nothing else. Gross. It’s lips people! Lips. Then you go into tongue play. A tongue shoved into my mouth immediately is such a turn off.

He was moaning when I bite into his neck and nuzzled. He kicked off his pants, underwear and tee. I immediately attacked his nipples. He was moaning away again and squirmed underneath me. I pinned him down and teased him so. I turned him around and gave him a tongue massage. Licked the back of his neck and made my way to his ass, all the while licking with my tongue.

I reached down and grabbed his dick. I was right. He had a thick one. Quite long. Quite substantial. And quite leaking precum. I wiped it dry and licked it with my tongue. He moaned. I turned him around and sat down next to him, waiting to see what he would do. He jumped on top of me and started to imitate what I did to him...