You heard of Gold Gym? So I wrote Silver Gym, to imply it's a gym for oldies.
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Thinking Aloud ...
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you take this forum too seriously leow - and not ideal to resort to liquid courage, and if can wean from it, all the better.thanks for the support. I guess if I were to things differently, I would just go with the flow more often. I was too hung up on expectations. Probably my single greatest regret is not to just hang out and enjoy time with the opposite sex. I was too focused on finding wife or finding sex. If it didn't fit into either category, I didn't waste time. That was stoopid. Now that I'm older, some of my most treasured memories is just sharing time and connecting with people. I guess I also love the part where it's early in a relationship where both of you know you're dancing around each other to see where it goes. The frisson maybe?
Thinking about it, I've never been a kiss-and-teller. Unless you get me ragingly drunk in front of close and good company. Maybe I'll go start drinking....
it comes from confidence and self-assurance that one garners, and undergoing different sets of experiences that puts one in good stead as the years go by. take your time, no hurry till such time you're comfortable
will do!you take this forum too seriously leow - and not ideal to resort to liquid courage, and if can wean from it, all the better.
it comes from confidence and self-assurance that one garners, and undergoing different sets of experiences that puts one in good stead as the years go by. take your time, no hurry till such time you're comfortable
knn, he didn't get it as he's on the lookout for anything that can eat and don't waste.You heard of Gold Gym? So I wrote Silver Gym, to imply it's a gym for oldies.
have gun, will travel
Not sure if it due to ageing or smoking my timing deprove.Not as good as one two years back.An hour of treadmill @10km/,hour can burn about 500 calories or more.That's about what you eat for breakfast. Lol
Smoking hard to quite.my timing drop by a good margin.aging lah....
all of us same same... smoking can just quit what.
Continuation from Post #352 (https://www.sammyboy.com/threads/thinking-aloud.268233/page-18#post-2907723)
Jane & I were always in "pleasure heaven" overseas. Both of us hadn't expect we would meet again after that once off energetic "romping" in her SLK at Kent Ridge Park. But soon, we found ourselves dating for carnal pleasure. Like me, she was the regional head in her job and travelled frequently around Asia. As soon as her travel details were finalised, she would email them to me. If I could, I would attempt to "match" her travel days with my own schedule, to the extent of putting myself up at the same hotel that she was staying.
Holiday Inn Bangkok, the hotel opposite Four Face Buddha, in Chitlom, was one of her company's "approved" corporate hotels. I did encounter a couple of weird questions from my secretary at that time, as to why I was putting myself there, instead of the usual Sheraton Grand Sukhumvit at Asok. I dismissed those queries on the pretext of budget cost savings.
Such was the thrill and excitement of eating the "forbidden" fruit. Not really that "forbidden" for me, as I was already separated with my spouse that time. Rather, I was worried for her. She was still in a stable marriage, and I knew that she loved her husband, even though we were fucking each other on these secret overseas trips. I reckoned she wanted to satisfy a part of her physical needs that she couldn't get in her marriage. I had happened to be there, at the right place, and the right time, for her carnal "indulgence".
Beneath her sexy and alluring innocent outward appearance, Jane was an ambitious "task driven" woman. In the taxi, stucked in the perpetually jammed Ratchaprasong junction, returning from my official assignment in the Bangkok office, I messaged to let her know that I would take a shower first, changed to something comfortable, go over to her room to pick her up for dinner. She replied no as she wanted to see me immediately.
Thinking that it could be a serious problem she was facing, I went directly to her room upon my return to Holiday Inn Bangkok. Press the doorbell, she opened her room door. She quickly pulled me in, immediately slammed close the door and started to kiss and french me. I was taken aback by her "ferociousness" and expressed some silly concern about showering first. She placed her pointer finger on my lips. I stopped talking, and gradually, I let my guard down. She removed my jacket, shirt and pants. By then, she was licking and stroking me as if I was her male social escort, whom she had ordered for a "takeaway meal".
She kicked off her heels, ripped open her silky white blouse and pulled her navy blue skirt up. Dragging me over to the King-size bed, she whispered while licking my ears, and "commanded" me to french her already wet muff. I did what I was told, like an obedient school boy. Subsequently, when it was my turn to take control, she turned and bend over. I rammed her from behind, stabilising my both hands and pumping motion with her soft fleshy breasts. She screamed wildly and eventually came. I pulled out without ejaculating. She turned over and we did a missionary. Before I "arrived", I withdrew, held my rod tight with my right hand, moved over to her arm side, and sprayed my precious cream onto her bosoms. She proceeded to grab and rubbed my rod all over, "frictioning" over her still semi-erected nipples. It felt good. She then teased me and demanded to know why it was a full tankload of fresh mayo. I laughed.
That night at Holiday Inn Bangkok, we chatted before going to bed. She said to me ∼ "我知道我的未来不是梦， 我认真的过每一分钟" (roughly translated for the Mr Kangtang @glockman) ∼"I reckon that my future is not a dream, I treasure every minute of my time"). She said that's how she wanted to live her life.
Fast forward to present day, though we are no longer in contact ∼ whenever I hear this song by 张雨生 (YouTube video below), ambitious, lovely but lonely Jane still flood my aging memories. Anyway, I guess the lyrics aptly described her life, (then). I hope she's still healthy, well and good. Thank you for the good memories.
我的未来不是梦
作词：陈家丽
作曲：翁孝良
演唱：张雨生
你是不是像我在太阳下低头 流着汗水默默辛苦的工作
你是不是像我就算受了冷漠 也不放弃自己想要的生活
＊你是不是像我整天忙着追求 追求一种你想不到的温柔
你是不是像我曾经茫然失措 一次一次徘徊在十字街头
因为我不在乎别人怎么说
我从来没有忘记我 对自己的承诺 对爱的执著
我知道 我的未来不是梦 我认真的过每一分钟
我的未来不是梦 我的心跟着希望在动
我的未来不是梦 我认真的过每一分钟
我的未来不是梦 我的心跟着希望在动 跟着希望在动
Jane & I were always in "pleasure heaven" overseas. Both of us hadn't expect we would meet again after that once off energetic "romping" in her SLK at Kent Ridge Park. But soon, we found ourselves dating for carnal pleasure. Like me, she was the regional head in her job and travelled frequently around Asia. As soon as her travel details were finalised, she would email them to me. If I could, I would attempt to "match" her travel days with my own schedule, to the extent of putting myself up at the same hotel that she was staying.
Holiday Inn Bangkok, the hotel opposite Four Face Buddha, in Chitlom, was one of her company's "approved" corporate hotels. I did encounter a couple of weird questions from my secretary at that time, as to why I was putting myself there, instead of the usual Sheraton Grand Sukhumvit at Asok. I dismissed those queries on the pretext of budget cost savings.
Such was the thrill and excitement of eating the "forbidden" fruit. Not really that "forbidden" for me, as I was already separated with my spouse that time. Rather, I was worried for her. She was still in a stable marriage, and I knew that she loved her husband, even though we were fucking each other on these secret overseas trips. I reckoned she wanted to satisfy a part of her physical needs that she couldn't get in her marriage. I had happened to be there, at the right place, and the right time, for her carnal "indulgence".
Beneath her sexy and alluring innocent outward appearance, Jane was an ambitious "task driven" woman. In the taxi, stucked in the perpetually jammed Ratchaprasong junction, returning from my official assignment in the Bangkok office, I messaged to let her know that I would take a shower first, changed to something comfortable, go over to her room to pick her up for dinner. She replied no as she wanted to see me immediately.
Thinking that it could be a serious problem she was facing, I went directly to her room upon my return to Holiday Inn Bangkok. Press the doorbell, she opened her room door. She quickly pulled me in, immediately slammed close the door and started to kiss and french me. I was taken aback by her "ferociousness" and expressed some silly concern about showering first. She placed her pointer finger on my lips. I stopped talking, and gradually, I let my guard down. She removed my jacket, shirt and pants. By then, she was licking and stroking me as if I was her male social escort, whom she had ordered for a "takeaway meal".
She kicked off her heels, ripped open her silky white blouse and pulled her navy blue skirt up. Dragging me over to the King-size bed, she whispered while licking my ears, and "commanded" me to french her already wet muff. I did what I was told, like an obedient school boy. Subsequently, when it was my turn to take control, she turned and bend over. I rammed her from behind, stabilising my both hands and pumping motion with her soft fleshy breasts. She screamed wildly and eventually came. I pulled out without ejaculating. She turned over and we did a missionary. Before I "arrived", I withdrew, held my rod tight with my right hand, moved over to her arm side, and sprayed my precious cream onto her bosoms. She proceeded to grab and rubbed my rod all over, "frictioning" over her still semi-erected nipples. It felt good. She then teased me and demanded to know why it was a full tankload of fresh mayo. I laughed.
That night at Holiday Inn Bangkok, we chatted before going to bed. She said to me ∼ "我知道我的未来不是梦， 我认真的过每一分钟" (roughly translated for the Mr Kangtang @glockman) ∼"I reckon that my future is not a dream, I treasure every minute of my time"). She said that's how she wanted to live her life.
Fast forward to present day, though we are no longer in contact ∼ whenever I hear this song by 张雨生 (YouTube video below), ambitious, lovely but lonely Jane still flood my aging memories. Anyway, I guess the lyrics aptly described her life, (then). I hope she's still healthy, well and good. Thank you for the good memories.
我的未来不是梦
作词：陈家丽
作曲：翁孝良
演唱：张雨生
你是不是像我在太阳下低头 流着汗水默默辛苦的工作
你是不是像我就算受了冷漠 也不放弃自己想要的生活
＊你是不是像我整天忙着追求 追求一种你想不到的温柔
你是不是像我曾经茫然失措 一次一次徘徊在十字街头
因为我不在乎别人怎么说
我从来没有忘记我 对自己的承诺 对爱的执著
我知道 我的未来不是梦 我认真的过每一分钟
我的未来不是梦 我的心跟着希望在动
我的未来不是梦 我认真的过每一分钟
我的未来不是梦 我的心跟着希望在动 跟着希望在动
Excellent write-up of your sexcapade! That was a great thing you had with Jane. And I am glad you both enjoyed it while it lasted and made the best of it. The bummer is these sorts of secret rendezvous, filled with passion and lust, usually do not last. Yes, life is cruel. But the upshot is, we are free to move on to the next. And hope she'll be as "talented" as the previous one(s). Your recollection of those events and the smile they give you, is precious enough. And of course, being virile middle-aged blokes, we are always on the lookout for new "Janes".
there are sue's and claire's too.Excellent write-up of your sexcapade! That was a great thing you had with Jane. And I am glad you both enjoyed it while it lasted and made the best of it. The bummer is these sorts of secret rendezvous, filled with passion and lust, usually do not last. Yes, life is cruel. But the upshot is, we are free to move on to the next. And hope she'll be as "talented" as the previous one(s). Your recollection of those events and the smile they give you, is precious enough. And of course, being virile middle-aged blokes, we are always on the lookout for new "Janes".
hanor, let's thrown in the serena's and the hunt goes on.....
plus an unbroken hymen. many sbf unkers love a tight crevice full of cobwebs.hanor, let's thrown in the serena's and the hunt goes on.....
if you throw in those multiple masochistic unkers from india and iran, who'll master-bate and spurt mayo with lewd thoughts just to mutilate and maim this malignant cuntard - with mani-folds of beef curtains, will cause mayhem and myriad problems, melodious though it may soundplus an unbroken hymen. many sbf unkers love a tight crevice full of cobwebs.
Or any name for that matter, as long as they fit the bill.
To borrow a quote from a wise man from Sweden, "I'll always be hunting high and low."hanor, let's thrown in the serena's and the hunt goes on.....
You are an accomplished wordsmith.if you throw in those multiple masochistic unkers from india and iran, who'll master-bate and spurt mayo with lewd thoughts just to mutilate and maim this malignant cuntard - with mani-folds of beef curtains, will cause mayhem and myriad problems, melodious though it may sound
Sorry to disappoint you.
Claire was writing from the woman's perspective while Ah Meng is writing from a man's point of view. I couldn't continue writing for Claire as it is difficult to re-tune my thoughts (at present) back into the realm of Claire's perceptions of love and lust.
Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy reading my "amateurish" stories. Lol
Thanks brudder. Honestly, I don't really like this piece while I was writing. It sounded a little too crude and I was too lazy to edit it last night before posting. The actual "Jane" has more class and style. LolExcellent write-up of your sexcapade! That was a great thing you had with Jane. And I am glad you both enjoyed it while it lasted and made the best of it. The bummer is these sorts of secret rendezvous, filled with passion and lust, usually do not last. Yes, life is cruel. But the upshot is, we are free to move on to the next. And hope she'll be as "talented" as the previous one(s). Your recollection of those events and the smile they give you, is precious enough. And of course, being virile middle-aged blokes, we are always on the lookout for new "Janes".
Looked fine from our (voyeur's?) perspective, to be honest. Her assertiveness was not only exclusive work-wise....Honestly, I don't really like this piece while I was writing. It sounded a little too crude and I was too lazy to edit it last night before posting. The actual "Jane" has more class and style. Lol
Hey, crude and trashy is good! The more the better, broThanks brudder. Honestly, I don't really like this piece while I was writing. It sounded a little too crude and I was too lazy to edit it last night before posting. The actual "Jane" has more class and style. Lol
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