Did I say I was too horny?

Well, not any more. Mr Asia is even hornier. On the second date, he had already pounced in me in the car; in the night under a big old tree. It was weird. The brake was in my way, the gear was in his way. Plus, every few minute, a car with flashing headlights drive by and I was pretty she the driver witnessed our snogging.

The second date, even more heroic acts. Right at the KLPac carpark as the audiences was arriving.

While both times, we ended up having mind-blowing sex in bed, this whole car deal felt adolescent at best. But I fueled the problem. I get wet so fast with him. Seriously, I have to bring fresh undies with me now everything we do out. I wet even when nothing is happening yet – just flirting. God forbid, I may just run out of panties pretty soon.

*I wonder if there’s such a thing as a pussy plug to prevent wetting. There’s an anal plug. The closest thing would probably be a dildo, but for the dear life of me, I can’t imagine walking around with one.

But sex with him is good. Different. Doesn’t last as long, but certainly last longer than microwave sex. Well, he taught me the joy of using an egg vib.

Just got back from Sri Lanka with him and yes, we made love every day.

But it’s not just sex. He is a very loving man. Despite his constant burping and farting, despite his nose digging and leg shaking, he is such a sweet thing.

And his eyes, oh those beautiful eyes. They melted me. I shouldn’t have looked at them, I know. But I could not resist all things beautiful, let along those beary eyes.

I hope I am not getting myself into trouble. I swore I would not hurt him, so I’d better rope in the leash.

Moral of the story – wear panty liners, don’t look into the eyes, have your own apartment and buy a car without brakes in the center aka buy an mpv!

It’s A Fact, I’m Too Horny

According to expert opinion, one of the reasons for my enlarge lymph nodes could be due to my horniness. It seems that one of the main functions of my underarm glands in to secrete pheromones.

Now that they are removed, I worry if men will still want me.

Got Cut Up and Didn't Know How

I just got out of my first operation to remove swollen lymph nodes under my arms last Saturday. It was September 5, 2009. It was quite a frightening experience. No, not so much the operation itself. I was operated by a breast surgeon at Pantai Hospital. The doc was great – Dr. Patricia was a no-nonsense but compassionate lady. The nurses at the hospital were very good – fast, knowledgeable, comforting and always smiling.

It was the anesthetist that was scary, or at least what he was capable of. I have totally no recollection of what happened to me the moment they pump anesthetic into me. I didn’t know how and where they cut me up. I didn’t know what they took out of me. I didn’t even know I had a tube chuffed down my throat until I complaint of tonsillitis to my doctor yesterday. I know that the doc did a good job. But I can’t help but still wonder every day, what exactly happened to me on the operation table. And it suddenly dawn on me how empty and violated those women who have been drugged and raped feel.