"My best experience has to be quite recently when I decided to tone down my selective picking of Adam. Being a successful woman in her 40s with a pub, I am called MILF and a Cougar all in one breathe.
My experience with men came from a well known adult website which I am a member. I am usually picky with whom I want to meet; they have to be Caucasian, expatriates, in their early 40's and well hung.
Most of them are failures though.
It is something about us being Asian that these white men want to keep us as trophies. Of course, there are genuine ones. Maybe too many Singaporean women are putting too much hope in white men and thus we often see phrases like "no (race) allowed", etc, etc.
Quite recently, I decided on a change. This time, I looked for any race except "white".
Lo and behold, this boyish looking 30-ish Indian guy replied to my profile. A gentleman for a change, he didn't introduce himself as hunky dory like one 'Mr Texas' does. In fact, it was his admission of lack of physical attributes that caught my attention. He was a dark-skinned Indian but with none of the traits and he speaks good English. Finally, someone who doesn't speaks gibberish!
We met over coffee in Changi Village one night. He came across as a real, soft-spoken gentleman. Not really handsome but just the cuteness of his boyish looks won over me. He spoke with such humility that I began to worry if he will pull it off if we were on bed.
Nevertheless, his explanation is that he tends to ejaculate faster if he is not in the right mood. He mentions that he can perform better if the girl and him take it easy, getting to know each other and not just go straight into sex. I thought to myself, "Thank you for your honesty, for I had wanted to seek him out tonight". So our conversation for that night became just that, a coffee outing.
I called him again thinking that he would have gotten use to me already. True enough, he is alright, calm, cool and collected. I suggested to him if he wants to come over to my place the next few days so that we can have a little celebration for the New Year. I didn't realize the ringing tone indicated he was overseas. He was already Sydney. Again, my heart fluttered and wondered if I have made the right choice to change my preference from "ang moh" to "all races". He promised to call me back.
When January the 3rd came, I received a call from him apologizing profusely for not being able to meet up. He had lost a job and he was looking for a job in Sydney. So we met up in my place. I remember him telling me that he needs to feel cozy and comfortable so like a mother to her wayward son, I did my best not to make him feel awful; by being nice and slow to him and talking about other worldly issues while getting closer to him while watching videos.
True enough, we got to the point of nakedness and he was really being humble. Not big neither is he small but like they say, you can overcome that with other strengths.
When he got down on me, it was like the longest cunt-licking that I ever had and he only surfaced for oxygen every 15 minutes or so. I never had this long for close to one hour. I came there and then at every 20 minutes interval and he had this wicked smile on his face every time I came.
I wanted to give him a blow job but he refused. I felt so disappointed but he told me that that is his weakness, to be getting a blow job before the sex. So I tried adapting to his game plan and lo and behold, we were sweating profusely in no time at all. The bed even moved location. I guessed he was at his peak performance. Never mind about me wanting big dicks and white men. This is the real deal.
He was so courteous that he asked me on where he should throw his load, in me or on me. I told him on my face and there he was sitting right over my face. The sperm was so hot that it felt like acid but I loved every ounce of it. I was totally covered in his cum and blinded by it. I asked him what did he eat or drink to have such a tasty cum and he replied, “Loads of pineapple juice.” Yum!
I thought this could be the man I will be seeing regularly. Not that he is the best but him being such gentleman. I stopped texting him for a week or two and he didn’t even pester me for more sex.
Recently, I had a vacancy at my club for a bouncer. I did the personal interviews and there he was walking straight to my desk. We felt awkward for a moment but took the interview on a serious note. I hired him but my mind is now thinking, should I chase the kitchen staff out, should I lock him in with me in the toilet or just the office."
MS: Thanks CS for sharing with us your intriguing story. My only question is what kind of bouncing did you have in mind when you hired him as a bouncer!
Missus Singapore out!
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