Electrocautery procedure didn't work for the warts. I've to revisit the doctor to have it done to me 3 to 4 times a year and it was costing me thousands in total. I could have gotten myself a brand new handsome face with that amount of money.
Being desperate I got myself a bottle of duofilm, which didnt cost that much. And despite it firmly stating "not to use it on face, birthmark and genital" ... but I was really desperate. So....
One time. ONE FUCKING TIME! was all it took to get rid of the warts forever. FOREVER!! I have been wart free for 3 years. And I have been having wild sex again without any warts sprouting.
It's ironic, how I have been using protection all the time and just that one time I let a penis, too big for local condom, to penetrate me without protection, I transmitted such horrendous STI.
So sisters, remember to get yourself protected. It's such an inconvenient. And it cost a lot of money we could have gotten some brand new handbags with.
20150901
20121210
Warts going on
(Probably the only post for 2012! Not only am I slutty, evidently I’m lazy too)
So Romeo ditched me. Boo hoo hoo big deal. The reason I went into depression was not because of him. Not at all!
So there I was, pant-less. I lay on my back, with legs spread apart on these stirrups. He fired up the generator, and told me there’s nothing to be worried about, though it might sting just… a little bit.
It does sting! Quite badly I may add. The room soon filled with burning odour, like a massacre on an ultraviolet fly trap. I am not sure how I felt about the electrocautery procedure on my anus. It does sting, till my balls sack shrunk. But at the same time I was getting an erection. I am sure I saw the female nurse giggled at the corner of the room.
Electrocautery procedure was not the first choice. Prior to this dermatologist, I was seeking treatment from another. His clinic is located in the red-light district. I have to sneak into the clinic with my big shades and big hats. He uses liquid nitrogen instead. I have to apply it myself at home. It takes few applications for several days before the warts falls off. Which then I have to let the scars a week to heal. But the warts grew back quick, like mushrooms on a moist log! After almost a year of returning for treatment without successfully ridding these warts completely, I’ve decided to source for another specialist. And here I was, on the bed, with legs on the stirrups… having an electrifying time.
The burnt scars healed in about a week time. I waited a month to make sure the warts didn’t re-burgeon. And no they didn’t! Woo-hoo! So I can put my skank on again!!
Because of those ugly warts, I was forced into sexual fast for almost a year. A YEAR! My equally slutty soul sisters had to refrain from sharing their mischievous sexual adventures, just because they fear it would make me felt left out. Aw, I love dem’ bitches! So yeah, a year! You have no idea how depressing that was for me!
But it’s over now! Sluttirella is back, bitches!
20110813
The beginning of an end
Things wasn’t so well with Romeo. We have minimal correspondence. Obviously, he knew I hasn’t been loyal. And I thought it’s time for the truth. I told him everything but leave the chef as anonymous. He said nothing. From the look on his face, I could tell he was disappointed.
Our relationship has gone colder by the day. No matter what I'd said or did, it just won’t change the fact that we are very close to a break up and indeed we did, when he found out that it was the chef that I'd slept with. Till today I have no idea how Romeo found out but that’s the end of it.
It’s the end of a relationship and the beginning of a whole new nightmare.
Our relationship has gone colder by the day. No matter what I'd said or did, it just won’t change the fact that we are very close to a break up and indeed we did, when he found out that it was the chef that I'd slept with. Till today I have no idea how Romeo found out but that’s the end of it.
It’s the end of a relationship and the beginning of a whole new nightmare.
20110722
The chef
It has been a year of romance with Romeo. The wolf in me has slowly shed it's innocent granny disguise. Although there hasn't been any actual crime just yet, but there was obvious flirting around with other guys.
Romeo is a very charming guy so undeniably he has a lot of close friends and acquaintances. One of which is a chef of European blood, who worked in a well known restaurant. They have been very close during a certain time. Close as in the like of brothers and drinking buddies. It is quite clear there wasn't any sexual chemistry between them. But... the same can't be said between the chef and I.
On one windy Sunday morning, there I was walking towards this luxury apartment. At the front gate, the chef awaits with a big smile. That was the first time I stepped into his studio apartment. Before I could even finish complimenting on his apartment, he shut me up with a whale of a kiss.
I am small built. He is tall. Without much effort, he lifted me up, carried me across the hall and dropped me onto the bed. Just like that, it happened. No nervous small talk. No guilty feeling of betrayal... as a lover and as a good friend.
I felt his tool of pleasure underneath the layers of fabrics as we kissed. I believed I went into a moment of mental traumatism when I was trying to gauge his "manhood". It's as thick as my wrist! And it's not even fully erected yet.
With a quick tug on his white brief revealed it all. Turned out it was much larger than my estimation. For the duration of a year with Romeo, I have not cheated on him. For that one year, I have been feasting on baby carrot. Switching from baby carrot straight to Autumn King carrot, gasp. I wasn't even sure I could handle it. I actually wanna bail out.
But he assured that he won't hurt me. And he has his way with me eventually, tongue teasing me and all.
With that size, the rubber protection somehow seemed useless and eventually we ended up barebacked. Even though a slut, I have always played it safe, even with Romeo. But under such circumstances, I thought it would be exculpatory to do it, just once.
The sex was amazing. As promised, he didn't hurt me. Well the first few thrust was the most hurtful but once the momentum was set, it's heaven from then on. He lifted me up to great height, literally. You know, he stood tall at 190 (just my guess, wasn't good with numbers and measurements) and carried me while penetrating. I am sure everyone have seen such positions in porns, be it straight or gay. I myself have seen such scenes on the screen countless of times but has never experienced it... up till this moment.
With the length, we were able to lock ourselves in many positions that I have never experienced before, without interrupting the penetration. To cut the "long" story short, the sex was fucking awesome!
2 weeks later Romeo found some unusual growth on my anus. Well, if karma ever exist, i think this is it... my betrayal coming back to bite me in the ass, literally.
Romeo is a very charming guy so undeniably he has a lot of close friends and acquaintances. One of which is a chef of European blood, who worked in a well known restaurant. They have been very close during a certain time. Close as in the like of brothers and drinking buddies. It is quite clear there wasn't any sexual chemistry between them. But... the same can't be said between the chef and I.
On one windy Sunday morning, there I was walking towards this luxury apartment. At the front gate, the chef awaits with a big smile. That was the first time I stepped into his studio apartment. Before I could even finish complimenting on his apartment, he shut me up with a whale of a kiss.
I am small built. He is tall. Without much effort, he lifted me up, carried me across the hall and dropped me onto the bed. Just like that, it happened. No nervous small talk. No guilty feeling of betrayal... as a lover and as a good friend.
I felt his tool of pleasure underneath the layers of fabrics as we kissed. I believed I went into a moment of mental traumatism when I was trying to gauge his "manhood". It's as thick as my wrist! And it's not even fully erected yet.
With a quick tug on his white brief revealed it all. Turned out it was much larger than my estimation. For the duration of a year with Romeo, I have not cheated on him. For that one year, I have been feasting on baby carrot. Switching from baby carrot straight to Autumn King carrot, gasp. I wasn't even sure I could handle it. I actually wanna bail out.
But he assured that he won't hurt me. And he has his way with me eventually, tongue teasing me and all.
With that size, the rubber protection somehow seemed useless and eventually we ended up barebacked. Even though a slut, I have always played it safe, even with Romeo. But under such circumstances, I thought it would be exculpatory to do it, just once.
The sex was amazing. As promised, he didn't hurt me. Well the first few thrust was the most hurtful but once the momentum was set, it's heaven from then on. He lifted me up to great height, literally. You know, he stood tall at 190 (just my guess, wasn't good with numbers and measurements) and carried me while penetrating. I am sure everyone have seen such positions in porns, be it straight or gay. I myself have seen such scenes on the screen countless of times but has never experienced it... up till this moment.
With the length, we were able to lock ourselves in many positions that I have never experienced before, without interrupting the penetration. To cut the "long" story short, the sex was fucking awesome!
2 weeks later Romeo found some unusual growth on my anus. Well, if karma ever exist, i think this is it... my betrayal coming back to bite me in the ass, literally.
20100408
The fall of an adapt strumpet.
One fine day, upon checking my messages on one of Asia’s most popular gay personals website… I got to know Romeo. He doesn’t have a photo though. Now I don’t usually attend to profiles without any photos but somehow, his message was very interesting. So I replied.
A few ping pong messages through that site, we moved on to phone conversation. And it’s rather unusual of me to have normal phone conversation, seeing how my previous records always ended up with phone sex.
After 2 weeks of corresponding, we finally arranged to meet for a movie. Again, this was rather unusual to correspond this long before I meet any guys off this site.
In the cold mall, we finally met. He’s rather stocky. But he does have a nice head above his shoulders. He has a pleasant personality. Determined and sure. Gentle & suave. But surely, his body was not something I would have desire for.
But being horny, I thought I would follow him home for sure. But the night ended with a peck on my face at my front door instead. I was puzzled. Without knowing it, I was actually on a real date! Another first for me. None of the past was ever a date because we already made it clear that sex is the only thing on the agenda… even though there might be coffee or movies as starter but oh ya, the main course was the fucking. The past was just sex dates.
We continued to see each other, without sex! I never knew it was possible for PLU. And of course, part of me would think he just wanted to be friends. But up to this point, being all pampered by Romeo and being treated like a princess… I had fallen for him.
That’s it. The day has arrived! The fall of a slut. Fallen deeply in love that is. The feeling is heavenly for sure. But, when is the sex going to happen??
So there, one night… after we know each other for more than a month. It happened. The light was dim. Chris Isaak was on the player. Testosterone filled the room. We kissed passionately, but that wasn’t the first time though. The first would be ardently stripping each other.
Then I dropped to my knee and I swear I heard screeches on Chris Isaak’s voice! I don’t think Juliet would choose to end her life if her Romeo possesses what my Romeo possessed. Juliet has needs. And so do I, the sluttiest slut there is!
I swallowed my sorrow and dealt with it, for that very moment at least. Would it be harsh to compare it with digging our nose with our pinky?
For days, I was in dilemma. I love how he treats me. I was a princess when in his presence. While I was a whore when I’m with the others. Should I just forget about rough hard fucks for a Disney fairy tale? We know Miss Snow and Miss Belle never got laid. Hey! have anyone ever seen their children? I rest my case.
So then it was decided. He treats me too nice for me to let his size gets in the way. Hmm, I don’t think that kind of size would obstruct anything at all. Oh god! I’m being cruel to Romeo again. So it was decided then. Adapt Strumpet found his love.
Unfortunately, the Lilliputian affair didn’t last longer than 2 years. The slut in me wasn’t satisfied. Once a slut, always a slut.
A few ping pong messages through that site, we moved on to phone conversation. And it’s rather unusual of me to have normal phone conversation, seeing how my previous records always ended up with phone sex.
After 2 weeks of corresponding, we finally arranged to meet for a movie. Again, this was rather unusual to correspond this long before I meet any guys off this site.
In the cold mall, we finally met. He’s rather stocky. But he does have a nice head above his shoulders. He has a pleasant personality. Determined and sure. Gentle & suave. But surely, his body was not something I would have desire for.
But being horny, I thought I would follow him home for sure. But the night ended with a peck on my face at my front door instead. I was puzzled. Without knowing it, I was actually on a real date! Another first for me. None of the past was ever a date because we already made it clear that sex is the only thing on the agenda… even though there might be coffee or movies as starter but oh ya, the main course was the fucking. The past was just sex dates.
We continued to see each other, without sex! I never knew it was possible for PLU. And of course, part of me would think he just wanted to be friends. But up to this point, being all pampered by Romeo and being treated like a princess… I had fallen for him.
That’s it. The day has arrived! The fall of a slut. Fallen deeply in love that is. The feeling is heavenly for sure. But, when is the sex going to happen??
So there, one night… after we know each other for more than a month. It happened. The light was dim. Chris Isaak was on the player. Testosterone filled the room. We kissed passionately, but that wasn’t the first time though. The first would be ardently stripping each other.
Then I dropped to my knee and I swear I heard screeches on Chris Isaak’s voice! I don’t think Juliet would choose to end her life if her Romeo possesses what my Romeo possessed. Juliet has needs. And so do I, the sluttiest slut there is!
I swallowed my sorrow and dealt with it, for that very moment at least. Would it be harsh to compare it with digging our nose with our pinky?
For days, I was in dilemma. I love how he treats me. I was a princess when in his presence. While I was a whore when I’m with the others. Should I just forget about rough hard fucks for a Disney fairy tale? We know Miss Snow and Miss Belle never got laid. Hey! have anyone ever seen their children? I rest my case.
So then it was decided. He treats me too nice for me to let his size gets in the way. Hmm, I don’t think that kind of size would obstruct anything at all. Oh god! I’m being cruel to Romeo again. So it was decided then. Adapt Strumpet found his love.
Unfortunately, the Lilliputian affair didn’t last longer than 2 years. The slut in me wasn’t satisfied. Once a slut, always a slut.
20091117
Fuck battle
Working life has been good so far. Desideratum to further my studies didn’t muddle through. It’s only wise to face the music. I was never the studying type, and never will be… Early realizations only saved my parents hard earn money. Furthermore, I do love to have my own income to support my new found love for fashion.
I found myself dropping by the Garden more frequently after I’d associated with the working life. Once, on a night bedizened by a full figured moon, I met a charming young man. Moon Man we shall name him. And you know what they say... the full moon make people go crazy. In this case, it made two men noticeably horny.
The park was never a safe place to fornicate, especially on a bright night. We drove to the city. Found a slovenly by-the-hour hotel. One of those old 3 storey shop lots tugged away at the dodgy end of town. The matronly receptionist, whom I presume was from the PRC didn’t cared much about our identity or what so ever. She hustled 2 hours deposit from us before handing over what seemed like an overused key.
The room, partitioned with wooden planks, is small. Has a single bed and a small shower nicely fitted in it and a wall fan, nothing else. We need no warming up as we have come to agreement of our purpose.
Dissipatedly we ended up on bed, the only place remotely suitable for our quest. The room was silent until I started panting & moaning softly with pleasure. But soon before long, my soft moan was challenged by a series of louder moan from the other side of the wooden plank. I assume a working girl was on duty. Not wanting to feel defeated by her, I moaned louder. That surely got Moon Man more aroused.
My louder cry of pleasure has then provoked team working girl to hit it harder, stronger and louder. We felt the wooden divider between team whore and team slut rattled. I feared the wall fan would fall down. My throat felt too dry to moan any louder, and I was ready to get served in this battle of the moaners.
That was when Moon Man took over. He does have a sexy sex sound, with the coarse sexy voice he already have. Admittedly, it was his voice that swept me off my feet right there in the Garden. The lustful moan that Moon Man made completely got me all excited again. We joined force to make the perfect erotic symphony! Imagine… the THX introduction at the cinemas.
Team Whore felt the pressure I assumed and went all silent as team Slut continued on. When team slut took a short breather to switch from cowgirl to the stopperage, team Whore returned with a louder vengeance. This time the emptor joined in. Their harmonic lust noise was accompanied by rhythmic bed squeak & head board bang.
Of course, we the team Slut never give up. The long battle finally ended with team Whore’s emptor surrendering with a final call of climax as team Slut continued with our perfect sexual anthem while playing the cello.
It was one of a kind experience. It was exciting to know that there wasn’t only one pair of horny people in the building. When we finally reached our climax, Moon Man collapsed onto me and we both laughed out loudly.
When we went down to the counter to pay for the remaining hours, we got a look from the woman. She must have known about the sex battle that had happened. We just smile and left. Because of this funny incident, Moon Man and I stayed in touch. We even met up a couple more times to have coitus rendezvous… before we permanently remain just friends.
20090802
Trisexcle.
It was windy. The ground was wet and the temperature is cold. I rushed to a rendezvous. But I was late. There he was, seated patiently at a table by the window.
We got to know each other over the internet. A couple of e-mails later, we finally met for the first time. I wasn’t looking for love. Wasn’t looking for a good fuck either. I was hoping to get a good friend. I must say I don’t have close queer friends. Seeing how I have so much in common with Curly… I thought we could be BFF.
We had a really great chat. I totally enjoyed the evening. One and a half hour later, he asked me if I would like to hangout at his apartment. He has wine he said. And I would like to check out his collection of CDs. We do share similar interest when it comes to music.
From the e-mails, I know that he’s attached. That he shared an apartment with his lover. And that both of them was in some sorts of open relationship.
When we arrived at his beautiful loft, I met his lover. We drank wine and listen to the music we like… we chat and I must say his lover, Larry… was extremely friendly. In fact he is quite humorous. I laughed out loudly every time he said something witty.
Usually, I can drink a lot. Am not an excellent drinker, but I ain’t bad either. But somehow… after I finished the first glass of wine, I still felt alright. But the second glass, I felt a bit tipsy after 2 sip. It felt strange… But I ignored it. I stop drinking though.
Curly whispered into my ear, “how do you feel about a threesome?”… From our conversation through e-mailing, he did asked me similar question before, to which I answered, “Never tried it but I think I don’t mind it”. So one way or another, I think this was planned. He or rather they knew I am up to it. I am a slut after all, am I not?
I smiled. Before I knew it, I have four hands touching all over my body. Curly locked his lips with mine while Larry starts to unbutton me. I strated getting really really excited… and tipsy too. To a point I can’t really remember the details.
I remembered there was a bottle of popper. And I remember a lot of sucking. And definitely a lot of fucking involved too. Most of the time I was in the middle… having a cock up my ass and another cock down my throat. It’s extremely intense I must say. I think I didn’t really get a hardon. Maybe, perhaps it’s the popper. I never sniff popper before that.
I don’t remember much but I remember Larry taking a break to pop something into his mouth. At that time it never crossed my mind to ask. But whatever they popped into their mouth… I think it has a purpose to give them long lasting erection or to prolong the erection without ejaculation… or something similar. I am not sure.
And I wonder… is this what they called chem sex? Back then I’d never heard of such terms though. I was still very sheltered. Hmmm Okay, not exactly sheltered. Hahaha I just didn’t know much back then… in fact I don’t know much now either. I just know how to spread my legs. That’s the only thing a slut needs to know.
The session lasted quite long. I think the whole session lasted for 8 or 9 hours. And for the whole time I only cum once! It must be the popper! It must be! After the session, we slept.. me in the middle with them on each side. Hugging each other. I felt… warm, regardless the rough hard cold sex we just had.
We only slept for like 4 hours. We had more sex in the shower… but this is less intense. We were all sober. I was too aware to enjoy. Unlike the night before… I was high back then. The session in the shower lasted for about an hour only.
We dressed up and went for lunch. At first, I thought it would be uncomfortable to just hang out with them after what had happened. Turns out… it’s not so bad after all. Since I don’t have any loving feelings for them… it’s not too awkward, really.
We kept in touch for a while before we totally lost contact. The last I heard, Larry and Curly broke up a year after our session together. And I found out that both of them was top. That explained the full “attention” given to me! Well, Curly and Larry are very attractive. I do felt lucky having this chance.
Moe.
We got to know each other over the internet. A couple of e-mails later, we finally met for the first time. I wasn’t looking for love. Wasn’t looking for a good fuck either. I was hoping to get a good friend. I must say I don’t have close queer friends. Seeing how I have so much in common with Curly… I thought we could be BFF.
We had a really great chat. I totally enjoyed the evening. One and a half hour later, he asked me if I would like to hangout at his apartment. He has wine he said. And I would like to check out his collection of CDs. We do share similar interest when it comes to music.
From the e-mails, I know that he’s attached. That he shared an apartment with his lover. And that both of them was in some sorts of open relationship.
When we arrived at his beautiful loft, I met his lover. We drank wine and listen to the music we like… we chat and I must say his lover, Larry… was extremely friendly. In fact he is quite humorous. I laughed out loudly every time he said something witty.
Usually, I can drink a lot. Am not an excellent drinker, but I ain’t bad either. But somehow… after I finished the first glass of wine, I still felt alright. But the second glass, I felt a bit tipsy after 2 sip. It felt strange… But I ignored it. I stop drinking though.
Curly whispered into my ear, “how do you feel about a threesome?”… From our conversation through e-mailing, he did asked me similar question before, to which I answered, “Never tried it but I think I don’t mind it”. So one way or another, I think this was planned. He or rather they knew I am up to it. I am a slut after all, am I not?
I smiled. Before I knew it, I have four hands touching all over my body. Curly locked his lips with mine while Larry starts to unbutton me. I strated getting really really excited… and tipsy too. To a point I can’t really remember the details.
I remembered there was a bottle of popper. And I remember a lot of sucking. And definitely a lot of fucking involved too. Most of the time I was in the middle… having a cock up my ass and another cock down my throat. It’s extremely intense I must say. I think I didn’t really get a hardon. Maybe, perhaps it’s the popper. I never sniff popper before that.
I don’t remember much but I remember Larry taking a break to pop something into his mouth. At that time it never crossed my mind to ask. But whatever they popped into their mouth… I think it has a purpose to give them long lasting erection or to prolong the erection without ejaculation… or something similar. I am not sure.
And I wonder… is this what they called chem sex? Back then I’d never heard of such terms though. I was still very sheltered. Hmmm Okay, not exactly sheltered. Hahaha I just didn’t know much back then… in fact I don’t know much now either. I just know how to spread my legs. That’s the only thing a slut needs to know.
The session lasted quite long. I think the whole session lasted for 8 or 9 hours. And for the whole time I only cum once! It must be the popper! It must be! After the session, we slept.. me in the middle with them on each side. Hugging each other. I felt… warm, regardless the rough hard cold sex we just had.
We only slept for like 4 hours. We had more sex in the shower… but this is less intense. We were all sober. I was too aware to enjoy. Unlike the night before… I was high back then. The session in the shower lasted for about an hour only.
We dressed up and went for lunch. At first, I thought it would be uncomfortable to just hang out with them after what had happened. Turns out… it’s not so bad after all. Since I don’t have any loving feelings for them… it’s not too awkward, really.
We kept in touch for a while before we totally lost contact. The last I heard, Larry and Curly broke up a year after our session together. And I found out that both of them was top. That explained the full “attention” given to me! Well, Curly and Larry are very attractive. I do felt lucky having this chance.
Moe.
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