SEX sYnCoPe!

Just before moving to a new place, one of my dates wanted to send me off a goodbye memorabilia before I leave. No, it was neither a gift nor an object of affection, it was his near collapsed experience. What happened was that night, which was supposed to be memorable love making in bed turned out to be an almost emergency catastrophe. So let’s recap from the start (I shall call him SBE;SEXY BLUE EYES) in the bed:

SBE: I want to be inside you, with your legs opened up hanging in the air..( I should stop typing...it was a sex talk, he was a dirty talker in bed ^_^).

Me: Yes, give me whatever you have.

A few minutes later while we were still in the missionary position, his face flushed, eyes rolling and the thrusting force had changed from fast to slow pace. I sensed he was not right, I withdrew myself out immediately and put him flat on his back.

Me: Are you allright? Too knackered?

SBE: I am..( long pause..before saying) OK....just feel very hot..sweaty and dizzy.

Me: Err..I will open the window to let some air in. (I was praying hard please do not faint or collapse in my bedroom otherwise I might need to call up). Feeling better now? (I fanned him..holly molly..sex had got to stop I was thinking)

SBE: yeah..a wee bit. I was feeling so damn hot when we were doing it and it almost took over me.

Me: The sex was too hot I guess..^_^..better stop it now otherwise, it costs you your life.

SBE: But..I haven’t..

ME: (I put my hands covering his mouth)..that is ok, we will see each other next time again when I am free to come down. ( better off no next time, I don’t want my name to appear in his death certificate ^_^) .

That was his gift to me, remarkable impression ^_^ and new vocabulary, sex syncope. For the first time in my life, sex was too hot to handle or could it be, too hot to handle sex. LOL.

DO WE PAY LOVE FOR SEX OR SEX FOR LOVE?

Have you ever come across people telling you or eavesdropping to a conversation that gays think of sex every less than 10 minutes? Or when a guy cheats you, you are sombrely in despair and your straight best friends solaced by saying

“I am so sorry, Honey. But gays can hardly be faithful. The good looking ones, it is easier to get them to bed than to your heart.”

Well, truth to be told, that was the consolation advice I got after despondency disintegration of my I-LOVE-YOU relationship for months. Needless to mention, the dramatic crying episodes I had gone through missing his love, touch and every sense of his smell he left me to linger hopelessly in bed. In fact, I took longer to recuperate than I used to in the past.


The first immediate action I pulled was to find love again, the quicker the better. My way, was a HORNY-SAVIOUR at nights. It is not hard to be the new saviour every night when you are young and lean. Plenty of wolves howl for bottoms just before the midnight sets in, everyday. At the beginning of this new temporary love seeking job, literary known to rescue rapes, the sexual pleasure was there and more over when the guy complimented your beauty, the sense of feeling appreciated, sense of belonging and knowing that someone likes you, make you feel valuable thinking that it was your ex-bf’s lost ditching you.


To add on, I sometimes imagined my ex making love to me when I was copulating with another guy. Such a shame, I know but then as I was going through the just-one-night and never call me back type of sleep for a wee while, I realised that the sweet memory of him which has been trapped in my mind that seemed to take ages to forget was gradually fading. Like a poison, slowly sipping out from my veins and the antidote was, yes, it was, being the horny knight to the rescue. During that time, it was the best antidote ever, substitution of love with sex.


As the days passed, I began to lose myself again. It was not a question of missing his love anymore, it was a question of my price, dignity, pride and on top of all, self-conscious; am I aware of the repercussion sleeping around and also my passion, a dream that one day I will find my shining armour prince who loves me as much as I love him. I remembered the time when I just came out from my closet, I swore to myself that I would not be someone who has meaningless sex just for temporary pleasure and I would only sleep with the person I love.


After much self thinking as well as concerns from my best mate, I started to pick up myself. My mate, he is totally the opposite version of me. He is straight, has a very strong inclination to what he wants in life, decency priority and to him, sex is a gift, a sacred blessing from the god to human beings who are in love. Sex is not meant to be fun nor empty pleasure. He believes with true love, comes sex. Nevertheless, he respects me for who I am and never pass any judgement unless I ask so. He found it hard to understand why do I need to have sex to get love, why can’t I do love first (not making love) before sex? And what is the hurry with sex?

Is your love going to be any difference from hetero although I know that homos tend to have higher sexual tendency? Is it not worth waiting for the right one to have sex?

All these mind blowing indefinite questions point towards one direction; I was paying sex to get love and my mate, he is paying love to get his holy sacred present from god, sex.


I just wonder if any of you have ever done what I did. My advice is, DO AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Sex Or No SEX?

What is your choice? Sex or No Sex?

In this 21st century, having a good pay job, a warmth comfy niche you call your own, great pals, delicious food and booze are the basic needs a guy striving to have before he screams ‘I HAVE IT ALL, PEOPLE!’. To me, one thing is missing, SEX!

Whether you are having sex with your partner or randomly on casual Never-Phone-Back weekends’ nights, it is your choice. Some choose not to have sex until after ‘Till Death do Us Part’ acknowledgement, as the holy people preach, no pre-marital sex. Does it really matter whether to have sex or not before you tie the knot clutching his heart to yours forever? Being nosy as I am, I pulled all my network strings; online pals, dates, ONS guys, friends and closed mates( straight and gays) to open the Pandora question; would you have sex before or only after shovelling up the engagement ring into your finger?

These are the feedbacks I have got so far after weeks of butting in peoples’ sex life from various social networks (after consent of course ^_^);

“I slept with my closed gay guy friend and topped him over the moon but I did not do it with my girl although I was sleeping next to her.”

The reason, confused sexual orientation.

“It is not decent to sleep with a girl before publically announced indirectly to the world in the wedding that I will take her virginity away tonight after the booze cocktail party,”

Coming out from a conservative guy who has devoted all his life to god and plus, he only wants to marry a decent down to earth virgin girl.

“Sex is not without its consequences, think twice before you sleep. Pain is one of them and yesterday, that was my first anal sex and it was not without unforgettable pain. You can forget your marriage if you develop anal sex phobia”.

First gay timer is always the first new to feel ^_^.

“It is entirely up to my future partner. I don’t want to screw up our love just for a brief moment of pleasure due to lust. Forcing will never ever work.”

This came from a guy who had been working his ass off to get the guy whom he believed has fallen in love with for months until now but still need to fuel up more oil just to get his attention. Good luck to you, pal.

“I believe in sex after marriage, a union of love between me and my husband and I don’t sleep around. Only with my husband shall I reserve my bed for”.

A virgin girl as pure as virgin mother Mary who grew up reading Eternal-Happiness high self esteem books proudly reserved her bed for her Mr. Right.

“In gays, having sex helps you to know if the sex is right or feels right before marrying him otherwise you will be sorry for a pre-nuptial assignment. Sex in gays resembles children in heterosexual couples, which is believed to keep homosexual couples together as forever as possible.”

Now, this came from one of my ONS casuals who usually sleep on the first date and of course, I only popped out the question after sleeping with this yummy delicious guy ^_^.

“It is a difficult decision to make. My answer to your question is; is it going to make a difference sleeping before or only after marriage? It is just sex anyway.”

This is kind of a rhetorical answer with no right or wrong way of doing things coming out from a lawyer would be in the future. Political? Definitely ^_^.

“Err..Sex! I don’t know, with humans or animals?"

Holly Molly, how did he get into my MSN network, I absolutely have no clues.


There were other answers, some explicit whereas some with broken points deviated away from my key question. Those 8 responses above are the closest of all.
As you can see, a wide variety of opinions from all walks of life think according to their beliefs while some, do not think it is an issue. It is your choice to sleep or not to sleep. I guess it answers the question, IT IS YOUR CHOICE!


Nevertheless, another question popped into my mind just after finished writing the previous paragraph, assuming that you truly love a person; DO YOU MARRY FOR SEX OR DO YOU HAVE SEX TO GET MARRIED?

BaRebaCK?

Does it worth having bareback?

No protection, no lube and plus no time waste on putting on the rubber tubes which some guys experience allergic itch after putting them. Definitely, the excitement is there, friction makes you feel good and give you a sense of reward in return. No hassle, just get on with your family jewel and drive you high up like a rocket straight to the moon. Isn’t it wonderful to feel over the moon, especially when making love with the person you truly love or just for the love of doing it? They say, everything comes with a price. There is nothing free in this world, including condom of course. The price to pay for sex is huge, one often over sees it. Chlamydia, Gonorrhoea and thrush, don’t they sound familiar in the flyers, posters and telly everywhere around the world. These are the presents or perhaps the price you pay for after sex enjoyment if you don’t pay enough attention to the importance of rubber tubes. The most devastating nasty bug in which the scientists researcher rolled millions of efforts, money and time on discovering the one magical cure to no avail, like antibiotics to wipe off the bacteria, is nothing new to us, HIV. Unfortunately, it is not a bacteria therefore antibiotics are futile in treating individuals who are infected with this never ending self-replicating smart virus.


As for me, I personally experienced bareback, and I really have to admit that it was wonderful, a whole different sexual pleasure when it comes to NOT using rubber tubes. The ride resembles roller coaster, thrusting up and down erotically high. It was a life time of experience and it will be my only first and last one. As wonderful as it may sound, post-sex feelings are wonderfully challenged in your mental, popping with the gold question; do I have HIV? After my new sexual encounter, bareback for the first time in my life, I began to behave like what other people typically behave, should I go for the test? Can I take results? I remembered vividly, when I was waiting for the results anxiously, restlessly with my cap on, trying to shield from others who might see me longing for the results and I was hoping and praying hard no more second time. Meanwhile I was bargaining with the god for the result, more to like making a pact with the god; If I were negative, I will never ever do it again, never in my life. Out of pathetic and sheer dumb of ignorance for having sex without protection, god has finally forgiven me with a blessing of negative result. That was a huge relief and I should say that, it was much better than sex in the state of knowing your health is fully secured and within your control.


My advice is, there are two ways to see things in life after doing something you regret doing it. Insecure feelings tend to engulf when you are out from your comfort zone. To retrieve back the comfort zone you once stepped out that you swear you should have never taken, involves lots of courage, mentality power or stability and also the will power to go back to square one. However, the reward, after splurging yourself with tonnes of efforts just to be back in your zone, is worthlessly lucrative. There is no money you can buy such reward. Armed with courage going through the test and knowing the results negative are ludicrously heaven. For others, stepping out from one’s zone simply means taking a new step, risking for the reward you desperately want, you reap what you sow.



Meanwhile, back to the cornerstone of the topic,I slept with a guy (protected sex) who was in his 40s and has had un-protective sex for many times despite the awareness of the risks. Besides, he had threesome when he was young without protection. In spite of so many risky occasions he had, he was negative and took the test more often than a child going for a merry go round. I can’t help but wonder, did it not occur to him that one day; he will pay for his action? I asked him and he just slammed me off by saying ‘you don’t understand the top guy’s feelings having a rubber tube covered up inside you and vice versa’. Well, there is one thing I understand, apart from receiving guilty pleasure from your awesome ‘bare’ gifts, one will also receive the emotional turmoil and can barely go through the big “H” test. To add on, he protested, you only live life once and it is just a matter of time you date “Jack the Ripper”, so live your life.

Is life too short for us not to have such guilty pleasure or are you willing to have a short life for the guilty pleasure?

No FCuk!!

What a nippy Fcuk sex I have ever had in my life. It was last saturday, I have been getting in touch with this guy in MSN for like almost a year and decided to have some fun to fulfill my needs for rebound to overcome my missing feelings. For your information, he has fair smooth skin and body as lean as a guy should be, an additional bonus perks so let's just call him slicky slimy guy (SSG). Just as I got into his house, my manhood came alive into action and my lips just had a life on its own..needless to mention the heart beat ^_^. So, we started to rub one another to fuel the 'feel' as proclaimed by some people as horny..and the scene goes like this:

Mikey: Oh yeah, you naughty guy...keep going. ( biting his mouth..something I like to do in the middle of kissing ^_^).
SSG: yes..you poor horny boy...you need to be F... every night and day.
Mikey: yes, take me....^_^..please.
SSG carried me over to his bed and put his family jewel for me to taste.
Mikey: get some lube...I have got condom in my bag.
SSG: No..just keep sucking..it's much better..
Mikey: Okie....
time goes on and I keep doing what he seemed to like for hours. Nope..I am not tired yet..and he cum too soon...known as premature ejaculation I supposed.
Mikey: time now for the real action...(grinning ^_^)
SSG: No...you horny boy..that's enough.
Mikey: What do you mean? Enough???? ( he hasnt even Fcuk me yet and enough)
SSG: Nae...I dun want to Fcuk you..
Mikey: what!!!( surprised and much to my dismay).You dont want to Fcuk me..why? Am i not cute enough for ya?
SSG: No...that's not it...(a silence of moment and he took a long pause). It's just that..ahh...shut up...and keep doing that ( pressing my face onto his manhood)
SSG: NO...!!( I resist of course...I won't give up without a fight)..Why don't you Fcuk me...Tell me WHY!!!
SSG: Err..actually..I am too tired to Fcuk you..and you look like a decent boy...I cant do that..too innoncene for that. Besides I don't know you that long enough to FCUK you.
Mikey: What the FCUK? Too tired to FCUK a boy and you call yourself a queer? That just pissed me off and more over you don't trust me enough to FCUK me.
SSG: No, that is not what I mean...you know that....about me having trouble to trust someone too soon..come on mikey..you horny boy.
Mikey: Okie..( What he said trying to defend himself just boiled my blood even more)...I am done..You can go and find someone you trust.

Holly Molly what a maria full of grace he just said not to Fcuk me. Hook ups and no FCUK..what a weirdo you are.

The lesson is, always ask what your sex date want to do before meeting for one night hook-ups.

NeMeSiS

Have you ever worked under an absolute anal dictator who happens to be your supervisor?
You can congratulate me..I hit the jackpot working under the black hole nemesis who keeps sucking your energy like a black shitty hole engulfing your spirit.

Let's just call him the nemesis of all evil (NOAE). I was walking along the corridor and the NOAE grabbed me for a personal talk..yes one on one confrontation with the most evil person of all I have ever known in my life.

NOAE: You know what..i think it is in your culture that your communication seemed to be a problem.
Mikey:...what do you mean?(puzzled, shocked and angry..have got to hide my anger as otherwise he will torture me even more)
NOAE: You just talk a lot..you dont seem to listen...but it is understandable as it is your culture to do that. next time, you listen before you speak.
Mikey: I am so sorry...( I was praying hard to god for the energy to supress my hatred, anger burning flame grilling inside me...despite the apologise tone)
NOAE: Now you see the problem?
Mikey: yes, i will improve it and i see that. Thank you so much for the advice..I really appreciate it( arghhhh..i feel like bursting out his gut so hard wth my fist and leave him in agony forever and ever!!!)

His moron daft judgemental cultural insensitive remark made me feel so depressed and useless for the whole afternoon. I had to take time off to cool down that day and bitched to my colleaque and worried at the same time...my life under the nemesis...big one!

TO NOAE,

I HATE you to my GUTS. Everytime when I see you, I imagine STABBING you over and over again through your INHUMAN heartless heart and step on your brain till it becomes mushy and sqeeushy that disgust me till I'M SICK of you!!!

I GRUDGE you till after my life as a ghost to HUNT you down everynight TERRIFYING you every minute in your sleep till you beg for SUICIDE the only way to escape!!

I CURSE you to hell with your next life as a pinky BRAINLESS ant under my feet STEPPING on you repetitively as hard as i can!!!!

I HATE YOU IN MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!YOU'RE BOLLOCKS!!

(I APOLOGISE PROFUSELY TO THOSE WHO FIND THIS POST OFFENSIVE)

PeKaBoo! SweETieS

Colourful sweeties!

Just as I was nosy making small talks with a few of the receptionists at the front desk, an old man came in to the General practice to drop his "number 2" sample for laboratory evaluation. Next to the drop off sample box, there was a wee basket fulled of colourful miniature attractive wee packets of latex sac used mostly by adults to either avoid pregnancy or nasty gonorrhoea. The old man got intrigued and extended his arms grabbing a few of them, caught my glance and the conversation goes like this:

Old man: Is it free?(smiley face)

Me: Yes,absoultely free. Free from burning sores as well.(replying in a jokingly manner)

Old man: Burning sores?(muddled face)

Me: Although it's not 100% protective, but it still has small percentage of infection risk.(speaking professionally from medical point of view to avoid embarassment)

old man: wot..? (paused a little, put on his glasses hanging from the neck and on closed inpsection) oh jesus..(eyes wide open with surprise)I thought they were sweeties.
He quickly chucked them out from his hands back to the basket.

Me:(my eyes watching in terror as he threw them back..oh gosh..I have to say something to break the weird situation).No it's not but they do have different flavors to suit your taste. (oh jesus christ...where the hell did it come out from >.<)

Old man: HAHAHAHA..That's a good one young man( blink his eyes)

Me: Hehehe(^_^ giggling)

The receptionists bursted into laughters just as the old man had gone out and guess what the gals told me, he was a priest..yes...a retired priest. Holly molly..I have just created a sin making adult jokes with a priest!Can't blame him entirely given a varitey of colors, flavors and designs of condoms available these days. ^_^
The lesson of the story is..watch what you're grabbing..^_^ and always PeekAboo.

BEcaReFuL wHo YoU pOke?

This is the weirdest sex I have ever had in my life. It’s always the bottom who gets poke by your partner’s family jewel. I had a different poking instrument last 2 weeks ago. This guy, who is a wild masculine top, tall and a little hairy ( my fetish of pulling hair during sex helps spice up my wild side in the bed for extra exciting enjoyment ^_^) somehow had his way seducing me to the bed to unleash my suppressed wild side hidden in my work place. I shall call him sexy beastie ^_^ wild and roar like a beast yet sexy at the same time. The scenario goes like this in the middle of making out in his bed (missionary position ^_^):

Sexy beastie: emmm..mikey..wanna try something else?
Me: yeah, why not? (nodding my head enthusiastically)
Sexy beastie: here comes the excitement (fingering me with his god knows how many fingers)
Me: whoah… go slow boy…what the heck is that? (a little confused as it was different from his family jewel feel and size)
Sexy beastie: something much better than my personal private instrument…feel good?
Me: ouch…(screaming out loud and grabbing myself while back arching as he went deeper with his new idea)…what the F***? So bloody sore man..
Sexy beastie: (keep doing although watching my distressed yet enjoyable face) ..like it?
Me: emm…a wee bit too hard..(my family jewel back to the state before it got alive). Are you sure you are doing it the way you are supposed to do it?
Sexy beastie: relax….take it easy…( second fingering…)
Me: S**T…( shaking my head annoyingly)
Sexy beastie: Oppsss…Mikey sorry…forgot to use something…( stop immediately and pull the drawer next to the bed)
Me: What the hell is that? ( I was as puzzled as you are wondering what he forgot at times like this)
Sexy beastie: eh, lube. I forgot to rub with lube…( in a apologetic way )
Me: No wonder…so bloody painful.
Sexy beastie: But you look so bloody sexy when you screamed with joy..HAHA. (trying to buy me back for his game and crack jokes to ease the situation a wee while before proceeding. Nice try Mister..I bought it ^_^)

Hells bells…My ass hells broke loose thanks to his forgetting to put on lube before fingering. My bottom sores for at least one week and I am still counting now. Much to my surprise, he commented my grimace at that moment stimulated his family poking instrument even more…^_^.