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Why do you need to dress up to shop? It's not like there's an universal dress code to enter a luxury brand boutique shop. It's one thing to dress for occasion and another for comfort. What's the point of dressing nicely if you can't afford the items inside the shop? If I were the store manager, I'll be more than happy to allow anyone inside if they can make lots of purchases regardless of their attires. One time, I was with my aunt in a LV store in Orchard and the salesgirl was unenthusiastic in serving us just because my aunt did not look like the typical "Tai-tai" who could afford expensive handbags. My aunt likes to dress comfortably and she seldom dresses up unless necessary. When a seemingly rich couple came in, the salesgirl immediately diverted all her attention to them and left us wondered by ourselves. In the end, the couple did not purchase anything while my aunt bought 2 handbags in matter of minutes with the help of another salesperson. We also complained to the store manager of the girl's attitude in treating the customers. You don't judge a book by its cover. Everyone who enters the store is a potential customer.

When my baby Nephew came to stay over at my place. Nephew: *Playing at the dining area. "Unker J.. I wan finding Dorry" Me: uhhhh no need find ady, Nephew: Y??? Me: Cuz it's on the plate and Unker's eating it right now.. Nephew: (O.O)/ OH NOOOO!!!! *Run away 5 mins later he came back and sat next to me. Nephew: Dorry nice? *Pointing at his mouth wide opened waiting for me to feed him. Me: LMAO

I think when it's BF's, I will always smell. And no matter what smell I also get turned on

ORD LOH!!!! haha hugging and hand shake my NSFs ~

每一个在你的生命里出现的人，都有原因。喜欢你的人给了你温暖和勇气。你喜欢的人让你学会了爱和自持。你不喜欢的人教会你宽容与尊重。不喜欢你的人，让你自省与成长。没有人是无缘无故出现在你的生命里的，每一个人的出现，都值得感激。

There are diff threads on that eg and the specific ones even :

i don't care, but love much! I like to smell it and taste it and feel it deep deep inside me. my bf dirty erotic smells make me more wild and crazy and want him more badly

while I remembered someone posted about exceesive masturbation on this forum, here's why you should masturbate (seen at SMRT feedback fb page): http://foundily.com/10-reasons-why-science-wants-you-to-masturbate/ 10 Reasons Why Science Wants You To Masturbate So what are you waiting for? by Fiona Cheong August 24, 2015, 7:12 pm 1. It gives you a natural high Masturbation releases dopamine and oxytocin, two endorphins that reduces stress and trigger a positive feeling in the body. 2. It can help you have better sex Masturbation tones and strengthens the pelvic muscles – which means ‘training’ can lead to better and longer sex. As you age, pelvic exercise can even prevent erectile dysfunction and incontinence. And, according to the University of Chicago, frequent masturbaters have more sex than those who masturbate less often. Source: Your Tango / Tandfonline 3. It’s a natural flu remedy A blocked nose in the summer is caused by swollen and inflamed nasal blood vessels, irritated by pollen in the air. During masturbation, the nervous system constricts blood vessels, soothing those in your nose and allowing you to breathe normally. 4. It can fight cancer An Australian study found that men who masturbate more than 2 times a week are 36% less likely to be diagnosed with prostate cancer before the age of 70 than those who masturbate less. 5. It boosts your self-esteem Studies found that women who masturbate have overall higher self-esteem than those who don’t because they know what their body is capable of. 6. It fights off infection For women, a morning pleasure session can help prevent cervical and urinary tract infections by encouraging fluid circulation, according to Anthony Santella of the University of Sydney. Masturbation also boosts cortisol levels, which regulates immune functioning. 7. It’s great for your hair Dr Michael Roizen points out that blood flow is a major determinate of both internal and external beauty. The increased blood flow during masturbation is great for both your skin and your hair. 8. It relieves cramps Flying solo that time of the month increases blood flow to the pelvic area, easing pain. Muscle contractions that occur during masturbation relieve tension in the muscles of the uterus. Source: Care2 9. It can help prevent diabetes Studies have found that women who regularly masturbate could be less prone to type-2 diabetes. 10. It improves sleep According to Dr. Sheenie Ambardar, the hormone prolactin, which is responsible for feelings of relaxation and sleepiness

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haha if it's not too much of a hassle, you should! physis or saints are easy to gear and well recruited for nests. feel free to add me ;D...

Home alone all week looking for a playmate with similar interest.

1 month 2 weeks worth of cum. Still holding on..

anyone here ard 6pm later? at jem

Arm is my name. And my fetish. Quite straight forward.

Sure, will do

btm here looking to service married top. i swallow .. place avail in bishan

Hmm i play almost all the char haha. I gt too much time when i was in poly. Add DeathNoir. Thats my raven

Think the ink in the marker can conduct electric current? seems abit metallic color. The title in english is "A single Pen can light up a (mini) City".

Hello! Have you always wanted to try a tabletop game? Or are you a fan of games? If you identify as LGBTQ, we have an event just for you. In this new initiative by passionate tabletop game enthusiasts, join us for an afternoon of games, pure face-to-face interaction and a whole lotta fun. Oh, and don't worry if you've never touched a card or dice in your life. We'll have friendly game masters who'll help guide you along the way. This event will be held on Saturday, 30 July 2016, from 13 00 to 18 00. Sign up at tinyurl.com/lgbtqboardgames

It's certainly saddening to look at these pictures while understanding the stories behind them. But they do serve as a reminder to us to treasure our lives as always

very budget sia? I too don't stay in 4star and above hotels Good that u even know willer they once a while , will throw out discount coupons too

giving hj to cab driver while he is driving scented candle aroma oil

Me like kissing too. If you like it just go for it

Now where has the picture gone to..he he

I like married man.

Visiting Bangkok end of July alone. Anyone else travelling during the same period? I'm 24, lean fit, university student.

https://www.google.com.sg/maps/place/Yoshinoya+Ueno+Ekimae/@35.7125302,139.7768075,18z/data=!4m5!3m4!1s0x0:0x46f98132be849619!8m2!3d35.7123705!4d139.7777881?hl=en

There is an adult shop called Adult Garage in Ueno station. It is almost beside aYoshinoya

hot. chest or butt?

Went there for the first time today. After reading all the comments about pot belly uncles, i was quite surprised to see lots of hot fit young guys. Some are very hung indeed. Not bad for a virgin visit. I dont find the food over-priced, comparable to aijsen or ramen play. Love the resting area, can really sleep. All in all good place to ogle without the room to do hanky panky. Would i go again? Definitely. PS i was surprised to be cruised. And i am a 40+ UFO uncle. lol

potong! see the last scene (less accumulation of disease and smell)

Yes always smell before the taste... first indication of UTI is smell then... by the time you put it into you mouth... that's it... anyways, who wana suck on someone with lack in personal hygiene. If you can't wash yourself properly then you don't get to be sucked... what you think my mouth washing machine ah? I smelled one before, imagine a toilet without a cleaner for a week or 2 weeks... gross and disgusting.

This circle is just a superficial community. If you don't look good enough, no one will even want to chat with you in those apps. There are people who putting fake pictures on those apps for the hope of having some hookup. And a number of guys in those apps will play prank with you, tell you the timing and location and never even appear.

Hi any lean seeking free massage? I can go over to your place.

sexy body and nice bulge buddy

Someone can cook. Char Siew lor. Hmm never thought of trying to cook something like that. I suppose you need to know what is best part of the pig to buy lor.. Looks really good . Good job.

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Looks like you are mostly bad luck.

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I think we all have this fantasy about meeting the first guy and living happily ever after. Truth is far from that. Most of us will probably end up experiencing a number of relationships- both long and short. So breaking up is a normal process. I personally do not think there is anything much to regret about. I think the end of each relationship is like a crystalization process. It teaches you to figure out more clearly what you want in a relationship. It did for me. So it is not always a bad thing. There will be the heartaches etc. but you will get over it, and grow.

Went for a body massage with navel candling with Dylan yesterday. He is adorable. He is a puppy you want to bring him to cuddle. His smile is very charming. He gives very good massage and even willing share many tips on how to lose more weight because I was telling him how easily my tummy will be bloated. He is not sissy, just very boyish. Will love to go back to let him massage again. He is very professional in the massage. And this time may just want to kiss him on a cheek a little LOL

I don't think we are more cunning. Just more experienced, and less patience for bullshit. Good luck with your man.

Dudes above 40 are hawt in a different way I don't think you can look at a 40 yo, the same way you look at a 20 yo A 20 yo is hawt for their youth, their taut looks, bod or watever turns u on. Dudes above 40 are hawt coz of their maturity, their level-headed or watever turns u on. It's just not fair to expect a 40, 50 or 60 yo to hang on to his youth and no matter how well maintained the dude is, he will not be able to match the tautness of a 20 yo It's called aging...

Bottoms in their 40s with a hot bot are yummy. Their focus is not on getting fucked by as many guys as possible. It's usually to enjoy the session with a good top for as long as possible. There is more emphasis on foreplay. This is of course a personal opinion.

I am retiring to Bangkok soon, perhaps in 12 months time. You need to do research well ahead of your retirement. Only Age 50 and above will be granted a Retirement Visa, and this VISA is only valid for one year but can be renew for another year in Thailand. Qualifications Applicant must be 50 years of age or over Must meet the financial requirements Security deposit of THB 800,000 in a Thai Bank Account for 2 months prior to the visa application. Monthly income or pension of at least THB 65,000. An affidavit from the foreign embassy or consulate has to be obtained as proof of the income. Combination of the Thai bank account and yearly income with the total of 800,000 THB. Supporting documents as proof of the security deposit in a Thai bank are as follows: Updated bank book or passbook Bank letter stating that the money had been deposited to the account from an oversea source for not less than 2 months. Other documents that may be required to be presented:* Police Clearance Medical Certificate I strongly advice to stay one year first before buying any property ! Re sale property is hard to dispose of. Thai like NEW property. Find a location you like and stay a while. if you like this area, than hunt for a property to buy. Property are cheap, if located outside the CBD or prime tourist area. if one decide to live permanently in Thailand, I strongly suggest you learn the language. I am currently learning Thai at Lingo Language School on Beach Road. I would need to continue this when I am there physically. There is a big different holidaying and living in Bangkok. You will need to make friends. Retirement Visa prohibits one to work in Thailand. We need to BUDGET which would mean less AGOGO show, massages and sauna (LOL). Which Area will I will stay ?? On Nut was an area I have looked into. I met someone who said the area around Phra Ram 9 is worth looking at, which I am currently doing research. This guy is also a fellow SGrean who had done the research, master the language and bought a condo and will be retiring there is a few years time. A big thank you for all the advice you have given to me.

This is not my encounter but one I read years ago, I think from Sgboy. I think its a true encounter but in any case, its well written and interesting. Here goes : ========== I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a Friday evening. My battalion had just moved into our new camp in the east, and our CO had given everyone a long weekend, so the camp had emptied out by around 6 pm. Shawn and I stayed in. We were both on duty the next day, he as his company’s orderly sergeant, and I as the battalion duty officer. Shawn had posted into my unit a few weeks after me, about a year ago. I was fresh out of OCS, eager to make an impression and to put to practice all the things that I had learnt. Shawn was about two years older than me. He had disrupted to pursue his studies in the US, and was posted to our unit as a sergeant after he returned. He seemed smart, articulate and confident, and somehow did not have a trace of an American accent, which I appreciated. He wasn’t conventionally handsome, but he had strong, boyish features, a nice tan and a great smile. When I first saw him, with his buzz cut and his earnest, slightly scared expression, he reminded me immediately of a slightly (just slightly) muscular Thai go-go dancer reporting for his first day of work. I was 21, he was 23. I was glad to have many opportunities to work quite closely with him as he was coordinating training schedules and plans. He was clearly intelligent, and everyone knew it and thus gave him more work to do. But he was cheerful about it and eager to learn. On that Friday evening, we decided to go for a run and then head out for dinner at a nearby hawker centre before booking in again. It was our first time doing duty together, and I was glad that he, like me, had decided to stay in for the night instead of booking out and then coming back in early the next morning. I wanted to ask him about life in the US, what university life was like, what he learned, and what advice he could give me as I was also applying to US universities at that time. Our camp was new, and large. We did a hard, fast run for about 25 minutes, wearing just our shorts, as it had been a hot day. It was hard keeping up with him. He was very fit, and had just finished a marathon just two or three months before returning to Singapore. I felt I had to keep up with him, and worked hard to do so. But I always kept a few paces behind him, just to see his tanned, sweaty body. We ended up near the block housing our bunks. His bunk was with the other sergeants in his company, two floors below mine. We caught our breath and had cooled down a little bit, walking in silence as the sun began to set. -- “Hey, Shawn, can you come up to my bunk for a while? D___ passed me a book earlier today as he couldn’t find you, and it’s in my bunk now,” I panted. -- “Sure. Then we can get a shower and head out for dinner. I’m starving!” We went up the stairs. I had never seen him topless before, and his body looked like it was in very good shape. He had told me that he wasn’t religiously devoted to the gym, but did a bit of weight training, swimming, running and ultimate Frisbee. His body, glistening with his sweat, was beautiful, and it was hard not to feel aroused by it. We got to my bunk, which I shared with one other officer who had already booked out. We were still a little breathless from our run and the climb up four flights of stairs, so he came in and sat down at the edge of my bed while I got the book from my desk, hoping that he wouldn’t notice my state of arousal. -- “Hey, I never noticed you had a tattoo before!” He had caught a glimpse of a small tattoo on the left lower portion of my back; it was a Chinese word, my name, and I had gotten it done while on a trip to California two years before. Most of the time it was unseen, but because my shorts were sitting low on my waist, part of the tattoo was visible. -- “Yeah, it’s actually my name, I got it done some time ago. But embarrassed, lah, so I keep it out of sight.” My back was facing him, as I was rummaging for his book on my messy table. -- “But it’s great! Can I see all of it?” He was genuinely curious. With that, he walked over, and used his index finger to touch the tattoo, unasked. I jumped, and my heart started to race even harder. -- “Oh, sorry, it isn’t painful, is it?” He withdrew his hand. -- “Oh no, it’s just a little . . . ticklish.” That was the best I could fumble. -- “Can I see the whole tattoo? I think it’s great that you feel so strongly about your Chinese name. I’ve always wanted to get one done too.” -- “Err . . . sure.” I wasn’t sure what he wanted, and what I wanted, or what I was doing. I just lowered the left side of my shorts a few centimeters, exposing the whole character. -- “It’s beautifully done. You went to a good tattoo artist. Was it painful?” Once again, he used his index finger to trace the calligraphy on my skin. I wasn’t sure whether the dampness on the front of my shorts was sweat or pre-cum. I thought I knew him quite well, and I was quite sure he wasn’t flirting with me, just innocently musing at an unusual tattoo. And then, I turned around to face him. He was sitting on the edge of my bed, leaning over with his arm, and as I turned, I gently took his hand and pulled him up. I remember with crystal clarity that at that moment, I knew I had a choice: either ignore all that had happened, pass him the book, and he would head back to his bunk on the lower floor. Or . . . As he stood up, he must have thought that he had offended me. “Oh, sorry …”, he said, embarrassed. But then I brought his hand to the front of my shorts. “Oh, sir . . .” His didn’t take his hand away from my cock, but his face registered surprise, puzzlement and uncertainty. Before he could take his hand away, I leaned over to him and kissed him gently on the lips. He flinched momentarily, his eyes grew bigger, but he didn’t push away. “Sir, I didn’t know you were into men . . . “ I kissed him again, this time, deeper, longer. He didn’t resist, even as my tongue began to explore his lips. “Don’t say a word, just relax,” I could barely pant out these words in my breathlessness and arousal. I began to kiss him again, this time on the neck, the ears and his lips. I pushed him against my metal cabinet, his back against the cabinet. One of my hands was behind his neck, my other hand was playing with his nipple, and then I moved down to feel his cock, which by now was also hard. All this while he had not moved his hand from my cock, and I noticed with relief and pleasure that he brought his free hand to my waist, to push me closer to him. He was getting into it. “I’ve never touched another guy’s hard cock before, sir.” I was still kissing his neck, his chest, and his nipples. Each time I licked his nipples, he gave a little gasp. I tugged my shorts off, and then his too. He didn’t protest. Our bodies came together in a tumble of sweat, erect ions, hands, nipples and pre-cum, my body grinding against him, him against the metal cabinet. When my hard cock pressed against his, he gasped and swore. He had always seemed very refined, and I had never heard him use expletives before. His swearing turned me on even more. I grinned and went on kissing him, determined to make it last. He was breathing deeply, hard, trying to catch his breath. My mouth moved downwards, from his nipples to his navel, to the trail of curly dark hair downwards to his erection. Since my previous visit to the swimming pool, I had not tasted cock in several months, and wanted it badly. Kneeling down, I held his testicles with one hand, tickling them as he gasped and moaned, and, without a word, I took him entirely into my mouth. “FUCK, sir!” He shouted and moaned so loudly I was worried that we would be heard. “Shit, I’ve never done this before!” he gasped, between hard, short pants as my head moved up and down on him and as my fingers played with his balls. A few minutes passed as I gave him his first-ever blow job. He gave quiet little yelps, moans of pleasure, gasps, and his hands reached over to hold my head, my ears. Soon, I knew he was going to come, and I stopped. -- “Shit, sir, please don’t stop, you’ll kill me!” I grinned. I took him by the hand to my bed, and pushed him down, him below me, as our bodies came together once again. As I got on top of him, he pleaded, “Sir, don’t fuck me, please, I’m straight…” -- “How do you know I want to fuck you?” I whispered into his ear, as I bit it gently, using my tongue to lick its edge. He moaned louder. I loved the smell, the feel of our sweat mingling together, two hot, hard bodies coming together in a tangle of sheets and pillows. One moment I was on top of him, kissing him, sucking on his earlobes or nipples or licking his glistening abdominal muscles. The next moment he was on top of me, grinding his groin against my stomach, his eyes closed, his hands on my chest. Till now, he had not kissed me yet. We turned over again, our legs moving together against each other’s inner thighs, our bodies slippery against each other. -- “Fuck me, sergeant. This is your chance to fuck an officer. Fuck my brains out,” I whispered into his ear, urgently, hoarsely, raspily. I grabbed my wallet, next to my bed, and took out my emergency condom that was always there, tore it, and passed it to him. He seemed puzzled at first, and then took it, and put it on himself, a bit clumsily. The thought flashed across my mind momentarily: Could this be his first time? -- “Fuck me, soldier, come on!” I flipped him over, and he was now on top of me, my legs over his back. Using my legs, I urged him into me. Slick with sweat, we needed no lubricant to ease the entry. I groaned like an animal as he came inside, easily, smoothly, in one movement. -- “Fuck me, hard, soldier, this is a command!” I knew he liked the reversal of roles, the sergeant fucking the officer. He thrust hard, urgently, between gasps, as my legs moved up his back and as I arched my lower back higher to meet him, thrust upon thrust. He felt deep inside me, warm, hot, hard and throbbing. I knew we could not last much longer. I moved my legs even higher, up to his shoulders. He bent over me, took my hands and pushed them above my head. Our bodies were so close, the sweat from his head dripped on me, and my cock throbbed with pleasure and the need to explode. I moaned even louder. Then he did something I had not expected. He stopped thrusting. Opening his eyes, he looked at me, panting, and for one horrible moment I thought he wanted to stop. Then he started thrusting again, this time, more gently, slowly, but more deeply. He leaned over closer, my legs on his shoulders, his head over mine, looking into me, and then he kissed me. At first it was tentative, like he was not quite sure what to do. Then his mouth opened further, he gave in to his body’s signals, and I could taste his tongue. We kissed hard, as he kept thrusting. It was at that moment that he came. His eyes shot wide open in a look of surprise and pleasure, but he did not let go of my mouth, but moaned into me. I could feel his contractions deep inside me, pumping, exploding. Hi orgasm triggered mine, and I shot all over him and me, as he took one hand and reached down to finish me off. Then he let go, and our bodies unlocked. We lay on my bed, panting, sticky with cum and sweat, spent. We had finished our run just 30 minutes earlier. -- “Fuck, Shawn, that was incredible. I haven’t had sex in at least two or three months …” I panted. He took off the condom, dropped it on the floor, and was silent for a while, breathing deeply. I thought he had fallen asleep. -- “Sir, that was my first time. I’ve never done this before.” -- “You mean sex with another guy?” -- “No, I mean I’ve never had sex before. With anyone.” I was a little surprised, but it filled me with a rush of pleasure and pride. I leaned over to him, spooning him, our legs entangled together, my hand caressing his nipples, stomach and groin. -- “I hope it was good. At least better than my first time, with some anonymous dude in his car…” I had been a horny, curious 18 year old, and had heard stories about Fort Road , where I had gone cycling late one night. That guy was probably in his late twenties, spoke broken English, mostly Mandarin, but had been extraordinarily gentle with me when I opened my legs and sat down on him in the back of his car. -- “Sir, you know I have a girlfriend, right?” Actually, yes, Shawn had mentioned it some time ago, and I knew that they had been together since Junior College. -- “Fuck, Shawn, don’t overthink this. It’s just once, we can forget about this and never talk about it again, and you can go back to living your straight life.” He was silent again for a few minutes. Then, he took my hand and moved it to his cock, which, to my surprise, was hard again. -- “But, sir, I don’t want to forget this. That was incredible. . .” He turned his head to me and kissed me again. We didn’t go out for dinner that night. Later that night, after our third round of lovemaking, after his first time getting penetrated, first with my finger, then with all of me, we fell asleep in my bed. That was my first time sleeping with another guy, his hand over me. The next morning, when we showered together, he gave his first, clumsy blow job, which ended with my cum all over his hair, which he had to wash out again. After the shower, he dashed down to his bunk, but before he left, he told me to wait, not to wear my Number 4 yet. He came up a minute later, still wrapped in a towel, holding his uniform. He had a shy grin. -- “Dunno how you feel about this, sir, you want to exchange briefs today? We’re about the same size anyway.” I was stark naked, sitting on my bed, and my cock, which he had sucked just a few minutes earlier, went hard again at his suggestion. -- “You nasty little bastard….” I walked to my cabinet, pulled out my favourite 2xist jockstrap and threw it over to him. -- “Fuck, sir, you expect me to wear this? Damn airy . . .” He passed his to me, a sensible pair of white Calvin Klein briefs. I put it on slowly, gently, and as I wore it a small patch of pre-cum stained the front. -- “Sorry, sir, no time for another round already…” He gave my cock a squeeze, then wore my jockstrap. It was a little bit small for him, and the front could barely hide his erection. I leaned over to him, grinding my cock against his, and kissed him, deeply. With one finger I went deep inside him, causing him to gasp in pleasure and pain. -- “We’ll make this quick,” I whispered as I simultaneously fingered him and moved down to take him into my mouth again. 15 minutes later we reported for our respective duties, a little late, the taste of his cum still fresh in my mouth. I was faint from hunger, and giddy with sex-charged pleasure. * I started clearing my ORD leave just a few weeks after that Friday evening. We got together a few more times after that, once in a bathroom cubicle in the middle of the day, and once in his house as his family as away on vacation. We never saw each other as boyfriends or lovers, and as far as I knew, all our sex never shook his conviction that he was straight and would one day marry his girlfriend. I sometimes felt sad, but I enjoyed the intensity, the physicality of the sex, our bodies coming together, two guys simply enjoying each other’s bodies. It was male bonding at its best. I lost contact with Shawn after I left for the US some months later. It took a while before I could shake off the image of Shawn whenever I was having sex with someone else. We met again at the funeral wake of our battalion CO, three years ago. He looked the same as ever, tanned, fit, no sign of a creeping paunch or a receding hairline, but with some graying hair. I was with some of my old officer pals, and saw him at a distance. After the distance of time, he could still set my heart (and my cock) off. I wasn’t sure whether to say hi, but then he saw me, jumped up, and came over to say hi. -- “Sir! Wow, it’s been a long, long time! I heard you were in the US?” I made a show of trying to remember his name. “Shawn, right? Yah, I just got back about a year ago, got my degree there, met someone there and stayed there for a while more.” I noticed a slight shadow pass over his face when I mentioned my ex-boyfriend, but it could also have been my imagination and desire. We had some small talk – the small talk you exchange at wakes – and I found out that he had gotten married, had two children, and was doing quite well. He had left the civil service after his bond, and had joined a bank. He had just bought a house in the eastern part of Singapore, not too far from our old camp, and invited me over for dinner one evening. I made polite noises and declined, lying that I would only be back in Singapore for a short while before flying back to the US. What would we have talked about at dinner, with his wife and his children there? That once upon a time we fucked each other’s brains, that I had won his virginity, that he was the first person who ever kissed me back? That I still had his old pair of white briefs, which I had kept, and had worn, on the nights when I felt lonely? That night, I went back, and threw his briefs out. They were quite worn out, and the waist band was already fraying anyway. ==========

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Being a mature Chinese myself (who keeps my body in a fairly decent shape, not gym bod), I have not problem enjoying myself whenever I visit a gay sauna. I think it is a matter of our mental side, rather than the physical beauty. If one comes with an open mind to have fun, it really does not matter who (and how handsome or pleasanT) that f... buddy is.. I always make a point to enjoy myself when I pop by Shogun. I think if I'm choosy, so will others.. so go with no expectations! Just relax and have a good time. If the dream-man gives you a NO, well, consider his lost not yours because he just miss the chance to have the most amorous blowjob, anal experience in his life... laugh it out!