I continue from my previous post on the first time I had sex with John in a park. (Posted 2012). I'm describing my sexual experiences as a Singaporean girl. This is because I feel Singaporean girls are too repressed and inhibited. Maybe my sharing will help them be more fulfilled sexually.
I'm writing this about 17 years later so the recollection is by a sexually very experienced and more mature woman. I am now not what I was then, a young lusty and thoughtless 16 year old girl. I didn't think or reflect very much then.
He had a handsome face and he was fair and tall, with a good build. He spoke decent English like me and that's important for me. I was petite, 1.58m but I had a charming face with a sweet smile. People complimented me on my dimples. I was slender with good complexion and skin though not porcelain white. I have nice shoulders and a pert butt though my breasts are average size B. I've nicely proportioned legs though I'm short so they look better in high heels. What I want to say is that while I'm quite attractive, he was more popular with the girls in our mixed school than I was with the guys. So he was a catch for me, and I was proud to be seen dating him.
After that first time in the park, we had sex again the next day. This was the first time I had an orgasm while having sex so it's clearly etched in my memory. It was after our morning school. There was no one at home, so after eating lunch at the coffee shop downstairs, we went up to my flat. I remember being so excited, I was fumbling with my keys. While I was locking the door, he was already rubbing himself against my butt and grabbing my breasts from behind. We French kissed while he unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra so he could get at my breasts. He couldn't undo the clasps so I had to do it myself. The feel of his hands squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples is something I remember very well. We stood there facing each other for a long time kissing and having my sensitive breasts rubbed until I was so excited, I took off his shirt so I could press my breasts against his hairless chest. Then he put his hands under my skirt and started massaging my buttocks, and pressing his erection into my lower belly. A few minutes later, he removed my school skirt and pushing my panties aside, started rubbing my vulva while we continued to explore each other's mouths with our tongues. He took my hand and led me to the sofa where he stripped himself naked and made me sit down. He sat down next to me facing me from the side, and we kissed with one of his hands behind my neck and the other roaming up and down my body, overly my breasts, nipples, sides, thighs and into the vulva between my legs where I was very wet. He took my hand nearest him and put it on his cock. It was hot. I pumped my hand up and down his cock. Holding his cock was so exciting for me, that I was breathless and within a few minutes, I had an intense orgasm. I was very quiet when I climaxed,and he didn't know that I had cummed. Another couple of minutes later, he came in my hand and I pointed his cock at myself and splashed his hot semen all over my belly. The whole act had maybe taken twenty minutes.
We cuddled and relaxed on the sofa for a few minutes, then I brought him to our bathroom where I had my first shower with another man. We soaped and rubbed each other clean under the shower, and cuddled up in my room on my single bed, naked, and fell asleep after some happy pillow talk.
I felt great to have had my first orgasm with a man. What's I have seen and heard in the collection of x rated videos and books and magazines my father left behind when he deserted our family for another woman. What had stimulated me when my mother sometimes brought a man home, and I could hear the sounds of her moaning and groaning when her passion overcame her desire not to disturb her teenage daughter in the next room. I finally had my own experience and it was wonderful. It was so much more exciting than masturbation.
I was woken up maybe an hour or two later by the sensation of Johns erection rubbing up and down the cleft of my buttocks. I pushed my buttocks back against him and put one hand behind to pull him against me. He used his free hand to roam and caress my body all over. I was wet again! He took my ankle and lifted it in the air, spreading my knees apart, and tried to enter me but he couldn't find his way so I put my hand behind to guide his cock into my waiting vagina. Your cunt is so snug and warm, he said, as he pumped into me from behind. This time, he lasted much longer as he had already cum earlier. I was well and truly fucked by him this time. Penetrated and possessed thoroughly in many ways..The spring bed creaked rhythmically as he thrust into me vigorously. I sat up and knelt down with my hands holding the headboard bar while he fucked me like a dog, pinching my nipples. Then I sat on him and put my hands behind my back to massage his balls while he massaged my breasts. Then he pushed my ankles up to ears while he penetrated to my cervix very deeply. I He stood up and carried me with my legs around his waist, while he supported my buttocks with his hands. He pushed my back against the wall and lifted me up and down onto his spear.
Monday, September 29, 2014
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Love and sex with my first boyfriend II
The last straw in my relationship with John was that even after 10 years together, he didn't want to marry me. He said he wanted to focus on his career first. I mean we have been together for ten years and I'm like begging him to marry me, and he wants to think about it. It takes two years to get to choose our BTO (built to order) HDB (housing and development board government built housing) flat and three to four years to build it which would still have meant actually moving out in five years only. So even though he couldn't commit, we did sign up for a HDB flat in Yishun, my favorite HDB estate. But by the time the day came for us to show our marriage certificate and choose our HDB flat, we had broke up. That day was a day I remember as a day of yearning for the good old days with John and a strong desire for a place and nest of my own.
Another reason for our breakup was his indecisiveness and his inability to make any decision without consulting his mother. After we broke up, she arranged a dinner between us and told us to stop quarreling and acting like kids and asked me for a date and she would prepare for our marriage. His mother really took me for granted. It's as though his mother is proposing. In the past she didn't like the way I washed the clothes so I decided never to wash any clothes in her house. I'm quite nice to Johns sister who is very simple and abnormally short, and I had already agreed to set aside a room for her to live with us when we got married. This must be why she suddenly took my side after all these years. They were afraid the China woman won't care for Jane the way I did. I bring Jane out alone often enough. With all the stories going round about how mercenary the MIC girls are, John had such a big row with his mother that he moved out to stay with her when she refused to let the MIC stay overnight. MIC = Made in China.
I lost big time to the MIC girl. John who had never taken my side against his mother, and who never made any decision without consulting her, could stand up for the MIC against his mother. She relented and let her move in and now they are married. I saw the MIC and she is not as attractive as I am so she must have other things going for her. But how much of those other things are genuinely her and not a front put up to catch her man? I don't know but that's why they say about these PRC girls. They can be very sweet and feminine to their men and have a totally different and hard side to others. Just look them fighting unashamedly for seats and space in the overcrowded MRT trains. MRT = mass rapid transit or subway or underground. PRC = Peoples republic of China. PRC = MIC.And the MRT trains are overcrowded because there are suddenly so many PRC and other foreigners in town. It's bad enough they come here to compete for our jobs and places in hospitals, schools, and trains. It's bad enough that they drive our wages lower and cause property prices to go up. But now they are taking away our husbands and boyfriends. I'm may be bitter and biased, but that's the coffee shop talk about old men losing their savings to young women from China. I'm sure there are nice women who come here to make a better life for themselves through honest means and not through the red light districts of Geylang, and to these women, I say I'm sorry.
Things are so expensive in Singapore nowadays. In our drive to achieve the humble Singapore dream of only just an HDB flat and a car, we have lost our loves somehow, somewhere, sometime back without realizing it at the time that it was happening, and now it's too late. All over Singapore, Singaporeans are sacrificing something precious for their materialistic Singapore dream. We just don't know what we are losing.
Another reason for our breakup was his indecisiveness and his inability to make any decision without consulting his mother. After we broke up, she arranged a dinner between us and told us to stop quarreling and acting like kids and asked me for a date and she would prepare for our marriage. His mother really took me for granted. It's as though his mother is proposing. In the past she didn't like the way I washed the clothes so I decided never to wash any clothes in her house. I'm quite nice to Johns sister who is very simple and abnormally short, and I had already agreed to set aside a room for her to live with us when we got married. This must be why she suddenly took my side after all these years. They were afraid the China woman won't care for Jane the way I did. I bring Jane out alone often enough. With all the stories going round about how mercenary the MIC girls are, John had such a big row with his mother that he moved out to stay with her when she refused to let the MIC stay overnight. MIC = Made in China.
I lost big time to the MIC girl. John who had never taken my side against his mother, and who never made any decision without consulting her, could stand up for the MIC against his mother. She relented and let her move in and now they are married. I saw the MIC and she is not as attractive as I am so she must have other things going for her. But how much of those other things are genuinely her and not a front put up to catch her man? I don't know but that's why they say about these PRC girls. They can be very sweet and feminine to their men and have a totally different and hard side to others. Just look them fighting unashamedly for seats and space in the overcrowded MRT trains. MRT = mass rapid transit or subway or underground. PRC = Peoples republic of China. PRC = MIC.And the MRT trains are overcrowded because there are suddenly so many PRC and other foreigners in town. It's bad enough they come here to compete for our jobs and places in hospitals, schools, and trains. It's bad enough that they drive our wages lower and cause property prices to go up. But now they are taking away our husbands and boyfriends. I'm may be bitter and biased, but that's the coffee shop talk about old men losing their savings to young women from China. I'm sure there are nice women who come here to make a better life for themselves through honest means and not through the red light districts of Geylang, and to these women, I say I'm sorry.
Things are so expensive in Singapore nowadays. In our drive to achieve the humble Singapore dream of only just an HDB flat and a car, we have lost our loves somehow, somewhere, sometime back without realizing it at the time that it was happening, and now it's too late. All over Singapore, Singaporeans are sacrificing something precious for their materialistic Singapore dream. We just don't know what we are losing.
Love and sex with my first boyfriend
Love and sex with my first boyfriend. How it ended.
What do I think of my first love relationship that lasted ten years from 16 to 26? It was great at first and then we were very comfortable together, and then the love slowly died in the last five years. I still can't forget our first date, our first kiss, our first time having sex as well a few other times, and some of the holidays. I don't regret my relationship with John, just regret that we couldn't love each other to the end. The pain, the tears and the bitter words. Like someone said, better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Like some of my schoolmates, who still haven't had a boyfriend yet.
Why did we break up? I felt he took me for granted. Sundays must be spent having dinner with his family at his flat in Woodlands while Saturdays, he preferred his drinking buddies and didn't want me along. Anyway I don't like his pals. That left us with Friday nights but I often work late and I worked Saturday mornings as well. Even though I often slept over on in his room weekends, but I didn't feel like I had a boyfriend. Sometimes 2-3 weekends went by without a date.
You could say we worked too hard and drifted apart. It was bad enough when he did some interior design drawing to help his fathers renovation contractor business. It got bad when he did as stint as a bartender. I worked days and he worked nights. Not enough time spent doing things together. As for sex, somehow it had become repetitive and routine, and either he was too tired or I was. Sometimes, he just wanted release, so I had to jerk him off or suck his cock until he came. Then he promptly went to sleep after that. That's how self centered and selfish he was. Spoilt my being his mothers precious only son. Throughout our ten years, he didn't wait for me to come first. Once he came, that was it. Why didn't I make a fuss? Because it wasn't so important to me whether I had an orgasm or not. I enjoyed the warmth and closeness when we have sex. That he wanted me was enough. Why didn't I tell him what I liked? I did, but in my gentle way, and he wasn't sensitive enough. That's just me and I suppose, many Singaporean women are like that too. We can't be too frank about our sexual preferences. We would appear too slutty to be respected or loved.
He wasnt shy to tell me how he wanted it though. He liked to have me massaging his balls with one hand and stroking the shaft with other, while I sucked the head of his cock. He liked me licking the groove underneath the glans and the underside of the head, the part called the frenulum . He also liked me tugging the head with my lips while inserting the tip of my tongue into his urethral opening but that was difficult to do without nipping him with my teeth. He never thought too highly of my cock sucking skills even though I tried to develop them. We would watch porn videos and I'll try to copy what was being done so as give him variety and to please him. When he was tired he would just lie back but he liked to look at me so he would pull my hair back to see me in action. When he was fresh, he liked me to kneel down on the floor and service him while he stood up. He would make me stick out my hands behind my back as though I was tied up and stick my breasts forward for him to fondle. He would grab my breasts roughly or pinch my nipples hard. I love being treated this way like a prostitute, it always makes me very wet. Especially when he grabs my head and pumps his cock through my oval lips freshly lined with glossy lipstick and uses my mouth like a vagina. It's also exciting when he forces his cock deep to the back of my throat until I almost gag or vomit. I'm a sucker for being treated roughly and being called names like slut or prostitute or whore or his sex slave. Then he comes all over my face or in my mouth but I don't like it in my hair. I just don't like the taste of semen so I would usually open my mouth and let it drip out with saliva over my chin and chest. If he has been angry with me, he would force me to swallow it, like swallowing my pride. Somehow after a big fight, when I don't feel like having sex at all, he gets aroused, like an animal. How can he be angry with me and still want sex with me! I will never understand. He would insist I service him, and I know then that when he comes, he will always comes in my mouth and force me to swallow. After he comes, I would usually clean his cock thoroughly by sucking and licking, but he would still want me to get a damp cloth to clean his genitals before he falls asleep.
I always get aroused from sucking his cock while he handles me roughly, but he always cums, then goes to sleep, leaving me unsatisfied. Why don't I insist on my rights to an orgasm? Maybe I was young and shy to ask. I'm different now of course, and I would ask nicely and gently to be pleasured, but I didn't know how to do it then. After he falls asleep, I would often masturbate, sometimes watching porn, until I have an orgasm. This happens very fast as I'm quite stimulated after sucking his cock. I suppose I let him have his way because he was handsome and I was glad to catch him, but I'm pretty too, though not as pretty as he is handsome, and there were many guys who wanted me .
One night, even after we had broken up for a couple of years and he had found a girlfriend from China, he turned up half drunk at my doorstep at 2 am. I already had another boyfriend by then although not steady, but he insisted I have sex with him. He was sad and crying, and somehow he got me to do everything he wanted, partly by force, partly by pleading, partly by raising his voice and threatening to wake up my mother and my brother. He started by talking about why we broke up and asking whether I missed him. When I said I did, he forced himself upon me. It wasn't rape, but it was more like a spoilt child wanting his way. However, his China girlfriend had trained him to be a much better lover. When I was going down on him, he put his fingers over my buttocks, and started stroking my vulva and my clitoris as well as my my vagina. He even went down on me and licked my clitoris while squeezing my nipples. He had not given me a blow job for a very long time because he said he didn't like the smell of my cunt. We didn't cum for a long time because I was having all sorts of mixed thoughts and feelings about what we were doing. My current boyfriend, what my family would be thinking, does he want to come back to me, and whether I wanted him back, but most of all images of his current girlfriend from china. He took a surprising time too because he was half drunk or because he was sad or confused. So after maybe two hours of pumping, I had an intense orgasm just before he came. We didn't make up though. He did ask me to once but that was it, and I said no. Just like I had sex with him because he had insisted and persisted, I might have gone back to him if he had shown more sincerity and passion. Now we will never know because he has married that MIC ( made in China) girl. Maybe he has better sex with her and he just wanted to compare again who was better before he married and obviously I lost. Maybe she can put up with him better but I was too hot tempered. Yes I'm submissive and compliant in the bedroom, but in the living room, I can be very sensitive to any disrespect. It's paradoxical, but I'm sometimes called chilli padi ( a tiny red chili which is deceptively small but very spicy, and which I like with my food). But after two years, he can't just ask to come back once and expect me to say yes straight away. I have my pride.
What do I think of my first love relationship that lasted ten years from 16 to 26? It was great at first and then we were very comfortable together, and then the love slowly died in the last five years. I still can't forget our first date, our first kiss, our first time having sex as well a few other times, and some of the holidays. I don't regret my relationship with John, just regret that we couldn't love each other to the end. The pain, the tears and the bitter words. Like someone said, better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Like some of my schoolmates, who still haven't had a boyfriend yet.
Why did we break up? I felt he took me for granted. Sundays must be spent having dinner with his family at his flat in Woodlands while Saturdays, he preferred his drinking buddies and didn't want me along. Anyway I don't like his pals. That left us with Friday nights but I often work late and I worked Saturday mornings as well. Even though I often slept over on in his room weekends, but I didn't feel like I had a boyfriend. Sometimes 2-3 weekends went by without a date.
You could say we worked too hard and drifted apart. It was bad enough when he did some interior design drawing to help his fathers renovation contractor business. It got bad when he did as stint as a bartender. I worked days and he worked nights. Not enough time spent doing things together. As for sex, somehow it had become repetitive and routine, and either he was too tired or I was. Sometimes, he just wanted release, so I had to jerk him off or suck his cock until he came. Then he promptly went to sleep after that. That's how self centered and selfish he was. Spoilt my being his mothers precious only son. Throughout our ten years, he didn't wait for me to come first. Once he came, that was it. Why didn't I make a fuss? Because it wasn't so important to me whether I had an orgasm or not. I enjoyed the warmth and closeness when we have sex. That he wanted me was enough. Why didn't I tell him what I liked? I did, but in my gentle way, and he wasn't sensitive enough. That's just me and I suppose, many Singaporean women are like that too. We can't be too frank about our sexual preferences. We would appear too slutty to be respected or loved.
He wasnt shy to tell me how he wanted it though. He liked to have me massaging his balls with one hand and stroking the shaft with other, while I sucked the head of his cock. He liked me licking the groove underneath the glans and the underside of the head, the part called the frenulum . He also liked me tugging the head with my lips while inserting the tip of my tongue into his urethral opening but that was difficult to do without nipping him with my teeth. He never thought too highly of my cock sucking skills even though I tried to develop them. We would watch porn videos and I'll try to copy what was being done so as give him variety and to please him. When he was tired he would just lie back but he liked to look at me so he would pull my hair back to see me in action. When he was fresh, he liked me to kneel down on the floor and service him while he stood up. He would make me stick out my hands behind my back as though I was tied up and stick my breasts forward for him to fondle. He would grab my breasts roughly or pinch my nipples hard. I love being treated this way like a prostitute, it always makes me very wet. Especially when he grabs my head and pumps his cock through my oval lips freshly lined with glossy lipstick and uses my mouth like a vagina. It's also exciting when he forces his cock deep to the back of my throat until I almost gag or vomit. I'm a sucker for being treated roughly and being called names like slut or prostitute or whore or his sex slave. Then he comes all over my face or in my mouth but I don't like it in my hair. I just don't like the taste of semen so I would usually open my mouth and let it drip out with saliva over my chin and chest. If he has been angry with me, he would force me to swallow it, like swallowing my pride. Somehow after a big fight, when I don't feel like having sex at all, he gets aroused, like an animal. How can he be angry with me and still want sex with me! I will never understand. He would insist I service him, and I know then that when he comes, he will always comes in my mouth and force me to swallow. After he comes, I would usually clean his cock thoroughly by sucking and licking, but he would still want me to get a damp cloth to clean his genitals before he falls asleep.
I always get aroused from sucking his cock while he handles me roughly, but he always cums, then goes to sleep, leaving me unsatisfied. Why don't I insist on my rights to an orgasm? Maybe I was young and shy to ask. I'm different now of course, and I would ask nicely and gently to be pleasured, but I didn't know how to do it then. After he falls asleep, I would often masturbate, sometimes watching porn, until I have an orgasm. This happens very fast as I'm quite stimulated after sucking his cock. I suppose I let him have his way because he was handsome and I was glad to catch him, but I'm pretty too, though not as pretty as he is handsome, and there were many guys who wanted me .
One night, even after we had broken up for a couple of years and he had found a girlfriend from China, he turned up half drunk at my doorstep at 2 am. I already had another boyfriend by then although not steady, but he insisted I have sex with him. He was sad and crying, and somehow he got me to do everything he wanted, partly by force, partly by pleading, partly by raising his voice and threatening to wake up my mother and my brother. He started by talking about why we broke up and asking whether I missed him. When I said I did, he forced himself upon me. It wasn't rape, but it was more like a spoilt child wanting his way. However, his China girlfriend had trained him to be a much better lover. When I was going down on him, he put his fingers over my buttocks, and started stroking my vulva and my clitoris as well as my my vagina. He even went down on me and licked my clitoris while squeezing my nipples. He had not given me a blow job for a very long time because he said he didn't like the smell of my cunt. We didn't cum for a long time because I was having all sorts of mixed thoughts and feelings about what we were doing. My current boyfriend, what my family would be thinking, does he want to come back to me, and whether I wanted him back, but most of all images of his current girlfriend from china. He took a surprising time too because he was half drunk or because he was sad or confused. So after maybe two hours of pumping, I had an intense orgasm just before he came. We didn't make up though. He did ask me to once but that was it, and I said no. Just like I had sex with him because he had insisted and persisted, I might have gone back to him if he had shown more sincerity and passion. Now we will never know because he has married that MIC ( made in China) girl. Maybe he has better sex with her and he just wanted to compare again who was better before he married and obviously I lost. Maybe she can put up with him better but I was too hot tempered. Yes I'm submissive and compliant in the bedroom, but in the living room, I can be very sensitive to any disrespect. It's paradoxical, but I'm sometimes called chilli padi ( a tiny red chili which is deceptively small but very spicy, and which I like with my food). But after two years, he can't just ask to come back once and expect me to say yes straight away. I have my pride.
Friday, September 7, 2012
My First Love and Sex Partner
Hi! I'm Stuly. I enjoy love and sex.. It's natural for a healthy young attractive woman like me to want the attention of charming and handsome men. Its also natural for men to lust after a woman. There is nothing wrong with men and women desiring or approaching each other as long as the feelings are mutual, limits are observed, and nobody is being inconvenienced. I enjoy the whole process of getting to know each other and dating and doing things together, but the ultimate between a man and a woman is not complete without sex. When I like a guy, I like him because something about him appeals to me as well as his physical attractiveness. Its never completely platonic, nor is it ever completely sexual desire. It's a mixture and sometimes I can't tell how much is love and how much is lust till later.
I have no childhood ideas about what sex should be like because my parents never told me anything about what I should or shouldn't do. My father left with another woman when I was very young so I didn't have a model of what an ideal relationship between a man and a woman is like.
When I reached puberty, I stumbled upon a large collection of pornographic videos and books my father left behind and that formed the basis of my sexual fantasies and masturbation. Because of that, I am very open to anything in sex and get aroused by the same situations as what I saw and read in those early teenage years. I am not a nymphomaniac. I don't go hunting for men. But when I do get into a relationship with sex, I am sexually adventurous and open to all suggestions. I also read lots of Harlequins and Mills and Boon romances for women too and would like to be swept off my feet by a Prince Charming one day, but I'm still waiting and hoping. Still, I'm too conservative to suggest new things to my lover or tell my female friends how i really feel in case they think I'm a slut. I can only say what I truly feel under the anonymity of the Internet.
My first boyfriend, John, was a classmate who sat behind me and liked to tease me. I was sixteen. He was tall, lanky and handsome. I've always liked tall men with good English. John's English is passable but he really is good looking. Im not stunning but I'm pretty enough to turn the heads of men, especially the lecherous retired old men at the kopi tiams and the MRT trains. I'm petite at 1.58m and slender, with a weight of 45kg then and now. I've slender legs but they could be a bit more slender. They look much better in high heels. My breasts are an average Asian B cup, but my assets are my nice round butt, and my shoulders and smooth back. I have an attractive face which is a bit too round but I've got very good skin. I also have soft straight hair and nice dimples when I smile.
I was John's first girlfriend too. I was in the right place at the right age. He had just became a man and I was blossoming as a woman. You could say I nabbed him first. Throughout our ten years together, there were always women attempting to chat him up and many temptations for him. He had his flings and I had mine out of revenge and curiosity. It's been six years since we broke up, but I haven't been able to find a replacement as good looking as him yet.
We were really slow. We went to each others house but nothing happened. We only started holding hands after dating for several months, and had our first French kiss at one year. However, it was only two weeks after our first kiss before we had full blown sex. We started kissing and caressing in the park near my house. I had my first orgasm with him after kissing and necking for an hour. The sensation of smooth slippery lip against lip was very sensual. Thats the only time in my life i have had an orgasm without genital stimulation. The fires of spring, once aroused, is irresistible and addictive. I wanted him inside me, and I wanted him to desire me. I dressed as he wanted me. Short skirts, G strings, bare shoulders, high heels etc. One horny night, on a park bench, after I had stroked his penis and he had petted my wet cunt for half an hour, I lifted my skirt and sat back on him and let him penetrate me from behind. My hymen had already been stretched from the previous two weeks of him ramming in three to four fingers and so the pain was minimal. He pulled down my tube top, took off my bra, and grabbed my breasts as I ground my butt against his pelvis. I was on heat and for a while! I didn't care if people were watching. It was pleasurable and I felt that I had joined the big league of adults and their entertainments. Within five minutes of my gyrations and his pumping, he came inside me. He told me he was coming but I didn't want to stop. I wanted to go all the way and do everything. I didnt come but I didn't mind. It was a very pleasant way to spend the night together and I felt more connected to John than I had ever been.
We were both very worried about getting pregnant for the next two weeks till my period came. But there was no guilt about having premarital sex and I don't think any of my friends or Johns friends ever felt guilty. I mean almost every one is having premarital sex these days and it happens on TV and in the movies. In the west people live together for years without bothering to get married and sometimes only do so when they want to have kids. So teaching secondary school kids not to have sex before marriage is a waste of time. Its not going to be effective. Not when they watch it in TV everyday and its in all the novels. Its like preaching that sex is for procreation and not for pleasure alone. It's going to happen anyway, and it's better to teach them contraception and protection.
Preaching abstinence and religious prohibitions is just going to make people feel guilty about pleasuring each other and affect their happiness and their ability to enjoy sex fully. Saying masturbation and pornography is bad is going to affect people exploring and understanding their sexuality and affect their ability to fully express and enjoy their sexual part of their nature. Like it or not, we were made for sex. Just look at the animal kingdom and our genes.We won't even be here if someone didn't have sex on his or her mind. Life is short, and a fulfilling sexual relationship in the prime of our life is going to be something to look back on when we are old and be able to say, "no regrets, no matter what, I'm glad I had my fun and glorious days in the sun."
Instead of " I wish I had done this or that."
Next blog, I shall speak about how John and I developed over the ten years we were together and our sexual relationship.
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Thursday, August 30, 2012
Introducing this blog and my sexual history
Introduction : Why I started this blog.
Hi! Call me Stuly. I'm a Chinese born and bred in Singapore. I'm an attractive 31 year old heterosexual female. I'm still single and searching for Mr Right and my knight in shining armor. I enjoy love and sex. I am very liberal and uninhibited about sex. I feel that many of my fellow Singaporeans are unable to express themselves sexually both at the dining table as well as in bed. More open discussion sex may be good for those who associate sex with dirtiness, immorality and guilt. I cannot express my views about sex openly in Singapore as I may be labelled a whore and a slut who is a threat to other women's boyfriends and husbands. So I choose to discuss it online and explore sex between men and women in Singapore. Please join me and contribute your opinions and experiences.
There are many other blogs about love and sex already. Let's talk about it in the Singapore context. That would be more helpful to Singaporeans. Specific examples and stories about real people in daily life in Singapore would reflect that. I hope that by being as frank and honest as I can about how i feel about love and sex, I can set an example for other Singaporeans to follow in freely discussing a taboo subject.
My Sexual History
My father left us when I was still a child. My mother had to work very long hours to support us. She had little time to teach us the many things parent tell their kids. I learnt about sex at thirteen when I discovered a stash of blue movies and erotica that my father left behind. I viewed and read them over and over again and eventually masturbated to them countless times. They formed the basis of my sexual orientation and desires. When I was older, I was exposed to other views like being a virgin until I was married and sex being for the sake of procreation only. I finally arrived at a middle path between love and sex as the best policy for myself. It was a sensible and practical decision I made for myself without any religious feelings. I've no religion. I felt that as long as I didn't harm anyone, what happens between two consenting adults was their own business. If others feel they want to reserve their sexual favors only for their one and only future spouse, I can see the idealism in that. If some get involved in adulterous affairs, I don't condemn them. I can understand them having been down that road myself.
More about what turns me on the next time....
Hi! Call me Stuly. I'm a Chinese born and bred in Singapore. I'm an attractive 31 year old heterosexual female. I'm still single and searching for Mr Right and my knight in shining armor. I enjoy love and sex. I am very liberal and uninhibited about sex. I feel that many of my fellow Singaporeans are unable to express themselves sexually both at the dining table as well as in bed. More open discussion sex may be good for those who associate sex with dirtiness, immorality and guilt. I cannot express my views about sex openly in Singapore as I may be labelled a whore and a slut who is a threat to other women's boyfriends and husbands. So I choose to discuss it online and explore sex between men and women in Singapore. Please join me and contribute your opinions and experiences.
There are many other blogs about love and sex already. Let's talk about it in the Singapore context. That would be more helpful to Singaporeans. Specific examples and stories about real people in daily life in Singapore would reflect that. I hope that by being as frank and honest as I can about how i feel about love and sex, I can set an example for other Singaporeans to follow in freely discussing a taboo subject.
My Sexual History
My father left us when I was still a child. My mother had to work very long hours to support us. She had little time to teach us the many things parent tell their kids. I learnt about sex at thirteen when I discovered a stash of blue movies and erotica that my father left behind. I viewed and read them over and over again and eventually masturbated to them countless times. They formed the basis of my sexual orientation and desires. When I was older, I was exposed to other views like being a virgin until I was married and sex being for the sake of procreation only. I finally arrived at a middle path between love and sex as the best policy for myself. It was a sensible and practical decision I made for myself without any religious feelings. I've no religion. I felt that as long as I didn't harm anyone, what happens between two consenting adults was their own business. If others feel they want to reserve their sexual favors only for their one and only future spouse, I can see the idealism in that. If some get involved in adulterous affairs, I don't condemn them. I can understand them having been down that road myself.
More about what turns me on the next time....
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