Dear friends or no one (hah! Thatās kinda sad). Anyway, I have an announcement to make.
You are looking at a changed woman.
I am entering this year as a hoe. And I have NO regrets, except not doing this sooner! In fact, Iām doing well with my KPIs. And to date, Iāve met up with 4 dudes. And the only thing thatās changed is my confidence. I do feel so much more confident. And Iāve been feeling myself more. I also think that birth control pills are doing me well. My skinās better than it ever was. I know what looks good on me. And today Iāve come back to tumblr to talk about my Whore-Rawr stories. Each one getting closer and closer to what I want. Or at least have my big O. So letās talk about my encounters.
The one I hope to never experience again
The first one of the year is something I hope to learn from. Just to be clear, I did explicitly state in my profile that Iām just looking to get laid. And perhaps, men just saw me as a hole to fill. So this was kinda on me, and at every step of the way consent was given. The problem was, itās my first and I was a little bit awkward. I was expecting to go into his house and start off by making out until we reach the bedroom. But no, it was not. He went straight for the bewb. And no matter how wet I made myself from imagining in the beginning, I just became really dry throughout the course of the whole thing. There was absolutely ZERO mood. There were no kissing. The lights were bright and white. No flirting or anything. My mind was just saying, I guess this is it. There were a few things that I did for the first time, such as: being hog-tied, getting paddled, playing with toys and well, swallowing jizz. After that whole ordeal, we got dressed and watched Netflix and had a few awkward conversations. Sometimes, I think I shouldāve just left early. Also, Iām trying to get an understanding of how most hook-up works. Prior to this, Iāve been so used to doing it three times in a row.
My first anal
This was so random. I was supposed to meet someone else on a Sunday afternoon, but he cancelled on me and so I was left dry. I so wanted to get laid. Lucky for me, someone wanted to meet. This wouldāve been my first spontaneous meet-up. I thought it was okay, just go for it. Rid myself a week of panic and just get on with it. You know what, no regrets. It was great. I made with what I can do. I quickly took a shower, wore that lingerie thatās been sitting there and just put on my mascara. I was nervous as heck, but I calmed myself down. Breath in! Breath out! You want to do this. During our chat, he asked if I had lube. I instantly said āOh FYI, I donāt do analā to which he said āOuch, but all goodā. When he arrived, I was pleasantly surprised. He was cute and very polite. I brought him to my room and I took charge. It was hot and I felt confident. I saw the excitement/joy in his face when I took off my jumper to show off my lingerie. I have done my first 69, and I have noticed that not once did he play with my pussy, but instead he was full-on licking and putting his tongue into my asshole. Turns out that was called rimming. And out of curiosity, I thought Iād give anal a go. We didnāt have lube, so we had to use oil. And my, my ⦠I fucking hated it. It felt like pooping then reverse poop. I think it tore something because I was bleeding afterwards. But donāt get me wrong, he eased me into it nicely. Itās just not for me.
A strange arrangement
I have been avoiding attached guys on the app. I just didnāt want the drama to chase me. But one was persistent and he claims that his wife knows that heās on the app and that the mrs has her own fuckbuddy anyway. He lured me in with promises of being giving, and how sensual he is, etc. And also, have I mentioned that I havenāt had my big O yet? So fine, heās piqued my interest. I agreed to meet for coffee. He seemed like a gentleman. He was going to pick me up for a drive, have a conversation with coffee. He showed up in a car, he was a bit underwhelming. We drove around Orchard and we parked and he took me to get some Starbucks coffee. Starbucks really? I was a little bit disappointed, because I was promised at least Tiong Bahru bakery. And we just hung out in his car, I just went with the flow. I was a little nervous. But he was quite charming, I must say. We made out, a lot. It was so intense, I just wanted to jump him right there and then. But I had to get back to work and answer a few calls. So he dropped me off. I was gushing all over my panties. That same day, he asked if he can come over. OF COURSE I SAID YES. I was fucking horny. (Fast forward) Letās just say that I was soooo disappointed, I was so close to calling somebody else. I didnāt really want to see him again. That same night though, he sent such sweet messages. I was hooked again, and he wanted to see me again. We met the next day, just to make out. It was great.
Mr Anal but without the anal
So that guy made a come back. He asked if we can meet again. I was hesitant for quite some time because I really didnāt wanna do anal and he seemed really into it. I went and told him anyway. I said I really canāt do anal, and how much I dread it. He was all cool with it, but it made our second encounter a lot more boring.
My first Asian
I have been putting off sex with this one asian guy Iāve been having conversations with. I was hesitant because I thought asians would be a lot more judgmental and their standards were on a different level. But I felt bad that I kept rejecting and making him hope. So one night, I agreed. I also made this terrible decision to go through his Instagram and I saw photos of his ex-girlfriend who was btw, the standard for local hottie. It meant skinny, nice skin, falsies galore, the works. You know the kind that does yoga and have aƧai bowl afterwards (even though I would totally do that). So I felt very intimidated, but just like mr anal, this was a spontaneous, āget-on-with-itā moment. Sometimes, I wonder if Iām really just doing this to force myself to meet people and expose myself. Iām not even sure if Iām in it for the sex anymore. But anyhoo, when he came I was a little awkward. We both acknowledge it. The only way I know to start is to just throw myself into a kiss. When he tried to give me a subtle embrace from the back, thatās when I leaned over and went for it. Thankfully, he knew where to take it. OKAY! This was my favourite of all. He kissed me back hard, and I sat on top of him. I took off my hoodie, and my favourite lingerie made another appearance. What can I say, they just really make my body look good. The color makes my skin glow, thought it doesnāt do much for my boobs but given the right lighting and manoeuvring, they WILL look yummy. Can you tell that I really like my boobs? Anyhoo, my boobs finally have the caress and tenderness theyāve been wanting and I really love it when they take charge and make me feel really wanted. He fucked me hard and it was soooo good. BUT ⦠I still havenāt had my orgasm. We concluded the night with a bit of talking. He was complaining about his work. But other than that, it was great.
Over it
So remember that charming attached guy? He just recovered from COVID, and I was willing to make out. Some of the charm or magic has faded over time, and I guess thatās also natural. I thought we were just going to go for a drive and make out. But it seemed like he wanted us to go home and fuck. So after a 20min ride to and from the parking lot (I was starting to feel cheap). I decided that we should just head home and maybe Iāll fuck him. He came over, and we made out in bed. Iāve just had a rather good lay the night before and that set a new standard. He directed my hand to his dick, and I was for sure not putting that in my mouth. Not today especially since he just recovered, it still needs to get out. Maybe wait a week or two. But I just really didnāt feel like blowing him because he didnāt really seem to try at all. Like there was no lust or anything and he just kept talking about how maybe I missed his lips more than his dick. Oh if he only knew what a pleasurable experience I had the day before. We had to wrap up coz he had to be in a meeting. So, I donāt think heāll be hearing from me again. And PLUS, where are all the deliverables that I was promised. I realised that he was mostly talk.









