When I was in Pre-U, a classmate who took French lessons at the Alliance Française invited me to a party thrown by her teacher for a handful of his students and their dates.
We sat on the carpeted floor, our backs on throw cushions; we nibbled on cheese, drank wine and enjoyed the intoxicating effect and the flickering light of aromatic candles.
Yup, the French know how to create a romantic ambiance.
All night, an exceptionally pretty girl who shall remain unnamed, was cozying up to me, leaning on me, touching and stroking me everywhere, hugging me, holding my hands, whispering sweet nothings in both my ears, brushing her lips against mine. We were so close physically I could smell her sweet breath, but strangely, there was no kissing. She too was all of 17 but very seductive and was an enchantress extraordinaire.
I had a hard-on all night long, my throbbing dick was oozing pre-cum. My very healthy Cowper’s glands were secreting furiously! (Too much information? Yeah, so?) Many times that night, I had to resist the urge to run off to the toilet to wank off. The pressure was unbearable. I was 17, man! Raging hormones and all the rest of it.
No, I didn’t go wank off (I exercised self-control by doing algebra sums in my mind) and before you know it, it was time to go home. Time flies when you’re having fun, right? Turned out that the girl lived in the same neighborhood as mine so we journeyed back together; more necking and fondling on the way, of course (but, still no kissing).
And before I started to head for my own home after seeing her to her doorstep, I asked if we could meet again. After all, every indication was that we would love to – correction: had to – re-connect, I mean, what a night we’ve just had, right? I was completely besotted.
And then the universe punched me right in my smug, dumb face.
She looked me straight in the eye and uttered just three words, “Sorry, not interested” then turned her back on me and disappeared into her house.
What a cold bitch.
If I close my eyes now, I can still see her face.
Yes, nearly 50 years later, I have not forgotten that face.
I almost died that night.
It was the moment when my life split into a before and an after something.
I was devastated.
What a cock teaser!
Cock teasers still exist today.
They will lead you on, with zero intention to let you get anything.
Most are gold diggers too, making complete suckers out of you.
They’ll grift their way into your wallet and dine on Beluga caviar, A5 wagyu, USDA Prime beef, air-flown Maine lobsters and pricey giant Alaskan King Crabs at your expense.
They will breadcrumb you, ie, throw you some crumbs – consider yourself lucky if they let you hold their hands – but don’t expect an iota more, you won’t even get a peck on the cheeks.
They grab all they can get, they milk you dry and leave you only with a massive erection and endless nights of fantasies.
The cost-benefit analysis of maintaining a relationship with these leeches is 100% cost and absolutely zero benefit!
Such exploitative moochers, no matter how pretty or sexy they are, strum no erotic nerves in me. There is no power on earth great enough to make me desire them.
Not anymore.
I am numb to such antics.
Hey, I’m 65, not some kid still wet behind the ears.
But the problem with us men – no matter what our age is – is that we often think with our dicks.
And we forget to be wary of creatures that bleed for at least five days a month every month and still live to slaughter us men.
Hey men, if you are a giver, set limits, because takers never do.
And some of the most blatant audacious takers are the seducing, impudent, shameless and morally unrestrained hoochies among us.
These Jezebels are everywhere, of every nationality.
We used to be told to be careful of those vicious sirens from mainland China.
This could be apocryphal, but it seems the Vietnamese ones are far worse.
I have an ex-classmate who was once based in Vietnam and whose work brought him into contact with Singaporeans in Vietnam.
“Never believe anything a Vietnamese woman tells you,” he warned me. He said: “Most are accustomed to lying through their teeth without batting an eyelid, even to their husbands and family members. They are all pathological liars! Yes, they have no qualms robbing even their own husbands and cheating them of money! If you have the misfortune of getting infatuated with one of these bitches, you are doomed!”
He told me “The number of Singaporean men – all of whom married, with families back home – who got screwed and conned by Vietnamese women are uncountable. If I name them, you will recognize all these names – captains of industry, famous CEOs, well-known figures in business. These fools all fell under the wily spells of the Vietnamese women, they all got trapped and scammed, and they screamed for help too late.”
Anecdotal evidence, but there you go!
I was told that to the communists, sex is just an appetite. Nothing moralistic attached to it.
In 1956, the fucked-up lowlife Lim Yew Hock, lapdog of the British colonial government – he sold away phosphate-rich Christmas Island, which belonged to Singapore – ordered 142 students to terminate their studies. The reason given was that communists had infiltrated the school, and the 142 students were active student leaders who had acted against the government. The colonial government’s actions triggered the largest protest Singapore ever had. Tens of thousands of students swarmed back to their school, the Chinese High School, at Bukit Timah Road where they camped inside for weeks.
I have it on good authority that when it was all over, cleaners found the premises littered with lots and lots of used condoms!
Just satisfying an appetite, boss.
And some Vietnamese women are very good communists at heart haha.
These she-devils – true north obscured and disoriented – vehemently deny that they are sluts and cunts but the fact of the matter is that they all have stinking cunts and know how to deploy them as weapons of male destruction.
Don’t get me wrong please, there are lots of good Vietnamese women, but I hate to say it, most who are here are here to snare a husband, a permanent gravy train, so to speak.
I’m glad the Singapore government is on to it. Certain work visas are NEVER issued to Vietnamese women.
Hey guys, if you’re always such a horny bastard, remember: masturbation costs nothing.
It’s also the safest sex.
The only side effect is that the muscles of one arm may be more pronounced than that of the other arm.
Yup, hold your money in one hand, and jerk yourself off with the other hand; after you’ve shot off your load, the money is still there.
Sorry, I’m not a cultured man; bacteria is the only culture I have so I tell it like it is. No sugar coating.
Straight from the shoulder.
I’m infamous – or should I say famous – for my scotch-earth tactics.
Yes sir, I’m notorious for my provocative, bare-knuckle style.
If you don’t like it, just fuck off, will you?
Just remember to keep your pecker in one of your hands, and stop trying to stick it into some babe.