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  1. Finished home workout today in my bodysuit.
    6 points
  2. You can reply in email, so that there is a record of your response. Acknowledge that you appreciate the fact that the director recognize your efforts and the hard work you've put in. Keep it positive. Say something like you enjoy the experience, and learnt a lot from it to be better at your job. If there are opportunities like this for you to learn again in the future you like to be considered for it. You are projecting a positive message in your email. You've demonstrated being a team player. You showed that you can get things done, and is open to more responsibilities. Smiling from time to time at work does not hurt.
    3 points
  3. At least I can do yoga
    3 points
  4. 48 182 75 C. Married. LF discreet experimentations. DM/Inbox me.
    2 points
  5. after swim... the headcount cap, the timing restriction, no tanning-allow rule at the pool is getting tiresome. maybe i will stop going...
    2 points
  6. Anyone keen to suck long tool ?
    2 points
  7. Was lucky to be chatted up by a lady online and asked me to meet her and husband at her home. I thought it was a scam but went anyway. First time was weird, they treated my like an old friend, watched TV, had drinks. Then after 30mins of nothing dirty, the husband got up and said "my wife is happy to have sex with you." Went to the bedroom, thinking he and I would work together. But in the end, he just wanted to watch. I felt like a performance artist... Went back a couple of times more, each time the same. Got bored, and left that arrangement. Another one is like this... met a bi guy for 1 on 1, and we were friendly. After 3 meetings, he asked me if he wanted to see his gf. I thought 3some, but he meant he videos their sex, and he showed me the clips. Big boobs and noisy. Haha. Went in fir a year with new videos every 2 to 3 weeks. Then they got married and it stopped.
    2 points
  8. Finished night run.
    2 points
  9. Swim after a sunny day
    2 points
  10. Home workout Monday evening. Bod in progress 😊
    2 points
  11. http://covid-19.moh.gov.my/kajian-dan-penyelidikan/nilai-r-malaysia/0721/r-naught-malaysia-hari-ini-15072021 1. Above picture of infection rates in Malaysia 2. Don't let the str8 get the excuse that the infection goes up becos gay men make use of Blowing wind forum; go out to meeting people for sex, massage and go sauna to spread Covid. Will open when Malaysia is back to normal. In the mean time, stay home and JO and stop going out or ask people to your place for sex. I hope this will be a good explanation. Thank me later.
    1 point
  12. BlinkOnce

    Confession #2

    "I’m married. I love my wife and kids. But there is this part of me that have sexual desires with man. I control my urges as much as possible, but I’m weak. Sometime I give in to my inner demons, I had fun. In my defense (if it matters), I made sure it’s clean safe and non anal. That’s the bit of consolation I give to myself. This is not right, I know. But I can’t help it. I hate myself for it. I want to be just like any other straight married man, but I know i can’t, and I plan to keep this a secret until I die. There’s too much at stake if this secret is out. I can’t even imagine. There’s nothing wrong being gay, but it’s wrong when you live your life under the pretense of something." - I can't really offer any advice for this matter, because it seems like you are fully aware of the situation with its pros and cons yet are still stuck. I just hope writing out your struggle of keeping a secret helps alleviate it a little. Please treat your family members extra well, for you have been keeping a secret from them. Cheers. _BlinkOnce
    1 point
  13. Apple Store Genius Bar will most likely to be your best place to start.
    1 point
  14. I think there is an oversupply of straight guys in this world. the world would be a much better place if only 10% guys are straight, 10% bi and 80% gay.
    1 point
  15. Sexy associate triggered husband’s interest T H U R D
    1 point
  16. danial.1990

    Fuck Practice Buddy?

    I also want to learn how to be top. 170 ch 30 80. 90jyjy90
    1 point
  17. asy92

    Fuck Practice Buddy?

    Hosting at Woodlands here. Chat me on tele, @acb0rg. Hehe
    1 point
  18. So fast August Liao… happy birthday to me
    1 point
  19. Kudos to these men who can play in water. I can't even stay too long in the pool, skinny me shivering already lol... Maybe in my alter ego sportsman life, I can be a diver! Wear skimpy trunks and execute gymnastic moves in the air 🤭
    1 point
  20. lonesome intern submitted solemn poetry S A T H I
    1 point
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  22. Months back, I was heading home by feet because it was late in the night and there were no more buses. Passed by this park and outside one of the toilets, was this tall man loitering. He gestured me to follow him into the toilet. I was curious, thus, I followed. He stood by the urinal and whipped out his dick and played with it. I was in awe. I approached and helped him stroke his cock. Out of nowhere, he showed me his wedding ring, and said he was married. I was doubtful. Thinking he probably put on a "wedding ring", to make himself "more desirable". Fast forward, I was at one of the neighbourhood shopping malls in my estate. I took the escalator up. As the escalator was moving up, to my right, I see this very familiar figure. Along with him, was a woman and a child. It was then that it hit me. It was that man, the man who claimed to be married. Who knew he was speaking the truth. Hit me up if you have similar experiences. Or if you are a married man.
    1 point
  23. Yea actually done it there twice. Is it still dark and quiet there? i remember my mate told me it's a bit brighter
    1 point
  24. Here's a personal experience of mine. It's long, bear with me. Last year, I had a short-lived friends-with-benefits arrangement with a friend of mine. 2020 was a rather tumultuous year for me, particularly during the mid of 2020. With lockdown affecting everyone left, right and center, I was no exception too. Being a freelancer, I was struggling to make a living because all of my usual clients were halting their projects and sourcing their projects internally. Put simply, there were months where I earned nothing. On a good month, I'd earn a few hundreds but that was it. The good news is I live with my parents, and we all contributed what money we have from a month to relief each other of any household burdens. Despite the fact that I lived with my family however, my family was going through its battles too. Particularly, my brother had gotten married not long ago and was living with us. Initially, the experience was okay. Over time however, it became apparent that the lockdown took a toll on everyone's mental health. My brother was quite the bully at home, and my parents feared him even though they were the ones who financially sponsored him and bought him a house a few houses down from the family home. Mind you, my brother is a man in his late 30s, helping out with his dad's business, barely financially stable or getting it together and rushing in marriage then family planning. My parents' initial plan was to buy him a home not far away, get him to move out so we can all resume our lives as usual. But the lockdown delayed the construction of his new home, and weeks became months. To make matters worse, my sister in law announced she was pregnant. It was a bittersweet moment for everyone, because we knew the days ahead would be tough as nails, in a bad way. There was a brief period where all economic sectors in KL were allowed to resume, and the construction went on. Somewhere along the way however, the contractor start embezzling money from my parents. Promises were suddenly unfulfilled and there was a brief scuffle between the family and the contractor. To cut the story short, my parents and brother, fearing that the contractor might come back at them with a vendetta, decided to end things amicably despite knowing full well they had suffered 10k in financial losses. Around the time the lockdown was momentarily lifted, I had found a job, courtesy of a friend of mine. It wasn't what I wanted, considering it offered a fresher's pay, but I took it because it beat having zero clients and earning measly hundreds monthly. But the job offer didn't last long. You see, the job that I took had outrageous KPIs, expecting me to prioritize quantity over quality. I was not one to turn in my work half-assed. My boss knew I meant well and cherish my contributions, but nearing the first month of my probation, we both agreed this wasn't working out. On the week the bad news was delivered to me, I was crushed. The family drama hadn't ceased, and I had no social support that were immediately made available to me. At that point, I was already a year into BW forums, and joined the BW group chat. I was aware of certain members in that group chat, and acquainted myself with someone decent and oh-so my type. That particular day I was crushed, I needed someone to talk to, someone proper. Instead, I reached out to the acquaintance from the group chat, hit him up and asked if I could come over to chat. I told him I was looking to hook up, and he merely obliged. I took a 45 mins - an hour's drive to his place. Not sure what the hell what I was doing, yet deep down not heeding the voices in my head well enough. When I got to his place, I was greeted with a contemporary-looking apartment. Your usual high-end residences with some bourgeois name. I registered myself at the guardhouse, parked my car at the visitor's parking lot, made my way up to his unit. I rang the door bell, and was greeted with a pleasantly dressed guy, grinning at me and ushering me in. He was hospitable throughout my stay there. Offering me lunch because he knew I hadn't eaten. Pouring me a glass of water. Despite knowing I was there to get sexual with him, he treated me like any other guests. Instead of moving about awkwardly and not knowing what to do, he made me feel at home. We talked for an hour or two, and I poured my heart out to him, how I felt completely lonely and unsupported throughout the lockdown because my family has its fair share of drama already. What he gave me was a safe space, and I spoke without inhibition for the first time in that year. An hour or two went by, when things started to settle down, we talked about more casual stuffs. It was then I learned he was married, not to a lady. No, he was married to man. An actual marriage. He and his husband had registered overseas. I thought... wait, if you're married, wouldn't this be wrong? Turns out, his husband was overseas, settling in and working to get a PR. When things had stabilized, he would then move over to join his husband. He made it clear that he and his hubby were in an open relationship. I knew I had to get out of there, but lust, grief and confusion altogether overtook all sense of logic at that point. And before I knew it, we were getting cozy and intimate with one another. A few smooches, a few kisses, a slip n' slide of the tongue here and there. A bit of the shirt lifted up, then two bare bodies, and well, the rest was history. I was there for foreplay, but as I've said before, grief clouded my judgment. I don't know what came over me, before I knew it, I told him to take me. I was a virgin up to that point of my life, never experienced any penetrative sex. I thought to myself, if I didn't force myself to have penetrative sex with someone, by the time I meet the right guy and have sex with him, he might be put off by my inexperience with sex. The married guy was thorough and gentle all the way through. He was sexually accepting of me in every unconditional manner possible. I kept apologizing whenever he failed to enter me, because I knew it was my mind protecting me from hurting myself. But a few tries later, some fingering and loosening up, the mind gave up protecting me. He entered me, and it was painful, though pleasurable at the end. That was really just the start of everything wrong. Since meeting him, we have slept with one another 5 times. 3 times which were penetrative sex, the remainder merely foreplay. I'll get to that in a bit. Point is, he knew of my struggles, and offered me a place of solace to escape for a few hours. Since he lived with his housmate, who happened to be gay too, he said I was welcome to bunk in whenever I wanted. That was kept me going back to him. Whenever things got a little crazy at home, I spent the night at his place. Between July to late August, I was spending at least 3-4 Fridays at his place, usually returning home on Sat evening or Sunday morning under the pretense that it was too unsafe for me drive long distance at night. All the times I've spent sleeping over at his place, we shared the same bed. We both knew what it meant to sleep on the same bed together. And I think his housemate knew of the hanky panky we engaged in. I could have insisted on bunking in on the hard couch, but I went with him to his bedroom. We would strip and shower, then go onto the bed, cuddle under the sheets. Then the same thing happens smooches and kisses, licks and sucks, right down to fucks and moans. Sex is sacred to me. Particularly because I have always maintained a "sex for your boyfriend only" principle. I would want to have sex with someone who's in a committed relationship with me, but I betrayed my own principle. There I was, having my cherry popped by a guy I barely knew. Despite his efforts to make me feel comfortable and human, I knew it was wrong. But I went back for seconds and thirds. The second time was when I thoroughly enjoyed my sex with him. I don't know what happened that night, apart from the usual hanky panky, he helped me enjoy sex for the first time in my life. Perhaps it was the position we assumed. He had fucked me at the edge of his bed and that particular angle allowed his head to hit my g-spot so hard that it made feel me like I was in heaven. After that session, we cleaned up, went back to cuddling. He drifted back to sleep soon enough, but I was conflicted with what I felt. "Why did I allow myself to sleep with him the second time?" I asked myself. The fact that I went back again meant I was comfortable with him, more importantly, it meant I felt safe with him. Above all, it confirmed my worst fears, I was putting emotions into our tryst. I turned over and looked at him face, and realized my heart moved a little. Despite knowing each other for 2 weeks then, I was beginning to form some attachments towards him. Things became even more blurry by then. After our second rendezvous, I complicated matters further by introducing a gay friend who lived nearby him to him. This gay friend was like a little brother of mine. He too had a dysfunctional family, he lives with his mother (parents are divorced) and the mom is constantly taking it out on him. I thought to myself, if I can't physically be there for you, perhaps this married guy could. What was I thinking anyway? I can never tell, but I guess I was trying to be do something good. Outside of sex, the married guy was everything I had hoped for. Intellectual, conversational, very much into gaming like me and enjoys boardgames. He loved cooking too. It was a fit, but alas, it is what it is. He's married and his husband was overseas planning for their future. The only wrong I ever did was developed some feelings for him. He and his husband were fucking different people at different places at the same time. They were emotionally mature enough to handle that sort of complicated relationship. I wasn't, I wanted something simple and sacred if you will, but at that point, my relationship with the married man was anything but sacred. If any, I was on an emotional drug. At this point, you must be thinking. Omg, can you just cut to the chase and answer the damn question. I will. Or, you may be thinking, why didn't you just pull the trigger and cut things off? I couldn't. Everytime I tried to, I was somehow reeled back in. The married guy is super open to sex. He relishes in it. He's on PreP, practices safe sex, goes for monthly STIs if he's active. But what made it super difficult to cut things off, was the fact that our interactions had no line drawn between them. It was a complicated thing. We were more than friends with benefits but lesser than lovers. The interactions, the texts, the daily checking ons, the way we held each others' hands while we were getting at it, it was all too hard for me to cut things off. I thought I could count on myself to cut things off when it counted, but boy was I horribly wrong. The last time we had anal sex, it was nothing special. A heated afternoon, two guys sweating in guest room with volume 3 fan spinning above us. The sex was somewhat aggressive and rough, the lubrication was poor. And I had lost those feelings because the conflict grew stronger. The only takeway from my 3rd sex with him was, I learned how or how NOT to ride someone. Thankfully he was forgiving as always. The remainder times, if you are still reading up to this point, is like I said, foreplay. Clean and simple. The last 2 times happened hours apart. One during midnight and another during the morning wood vibes. That night, we had the house to ourselves. His housemate had went back to his hometown for the long weekend and he was all by himself. He had hinted about wanting me to come over. I could have suggested everything kinky that ever came to mind. "Let's go up to the sky garden and fuck naked," and satiate my curiosity of an outdoor sex. "Let's fuck by the windows in the dark," and fulfill my curiosity of what it's like to potentially be seen someone. "Let's do it bareback," and wonder how it's like to feel the thrill. Or simply moan our hearts out. Neither of that happened. I found myself thinking that I couldn't go on like this any longer. It didn't matter that he and his hubby were open. It didn't matter that his hubby minded or didn't mind. None of it concerned me. But I was wrought with guilt. I would never dream of being a homewrecker, and there I was, defeating that account up to three times then. The softest landing I could afford myself was foreplay and no more. There was one night, my friend and I together went to his house. It was the same night we had two foreplay sessions hours apart. He had hosted a close dinner party with his 2 straight friends along with us. I bought food, he facetimed his hubby over dinner. Everyone greeted him, including my friend. I merely forced a smile. I don't know if I was reading too much into things, but his husband's eye contact suggested he was less than receptive to my presence. Maybe he was just being foreign with a stranger, god knows. My friend knew of our escapades and warned me that I was setting myself up for a world of hurt. But by then, he had taken a liking to the married guy. He regarded him as a mentor of sorts. Nothing sexual for sure. At one point, I lost this friend over the married guy too. This is a story I will not delve into deeply, but it is my fault. My friend had unintentionally exposed me in front of the married guy that I had feelings for him. I think the married guy knew, but never confronted my openly. We fought, and never spoke again. My friend still has my shirt with him and refuses to return it, but oh well. That period, I "ghosted" on the married guy, and he was upset. He implied that I had vanished for a bit, but didn't push on. I had intended to come clean to him, but couldn't find the courage to do so. Thankfully, he wasn't the grudgeful type. Soon, we were back to being friends, minus the sex. All that happened close to 9-10 months ago. And I still hadn't told him what happened. He said his plans to migrate are realizing day by day, and perhaps he would be gone in a year or two. I often wondered if I would come clean to him then, but I guess some things are better left unspoken. I paid him a visit at his place sometime in May. Having spent time apart from each other and steel/rationalized my feelings, I was able to see him as nothing but a good friend. He's still fucking around these days, not that it's good or bad thing. He recounted his sexual rendezvous at a well-known commercial gym. Some boy caught his eye, snuck into his cubicle and fucked him. He speaks of his experience as it were nothing. He spoke of the same fondness about his experience with his gym fling. When asked if he felt more about the guy, he refused to define it, but acknowledges he wished something more had happen. That was enough to convince me that I was but a tool in our tryst too. I don't know if it's right for me to say this, but part of me wished I could turn back time and undo my popping-the-cherry experience. I didn't mind if I was inexperienced, but I wished I could take it all back. It's not regrets speaking, perhaps self-love. Only a few close friends knew of my encounter with him, and they understood what I felt. Some had offered their two cents that he was a "pro" in sweet talking and getting people hooked onto him. In a way, you could say I was being taken advantage of. I was emotionally vulnerable and he could have rejected me, but went with it. The only reason I would never say that openly, is that the sex was and always has been consensual, no matter how ill-informed I was. Sometimes, I worry what would my future boyfriend think about me. I know the saying "Those who mind don't matter, those who matter don't mind," applies. But I guess I'm still disappointed in myself one way or the other, but that's my own demons to fight now. We live and let learn after all. To end this long, diverted digression. The answer to the question, is it wrong to sleep with a married man? My answer is no, but can you draw a line for yourself is what I'm asking. I wholeheartedly agree with doncoin's post that you deserve happiness, and continuing to delude yourself will only lead you to more pain. Some posts here talk about how they make things clear with their flings, good for you if you're able to keep emotions and sex separate. Some of us can't. And no matter how much you try to draw a line, we're emotional beings at the end of the day. Friends-with-benefits or fuck buddies usually go two ways, they either stay the way they are, or someone catches feelings and fall for one another. At which point the question that begs to be heard is, do you take a chance on each other and proceed romantically, or risk cutting one party off and going through a world of hurt? I don't know many people who can remain indifferent to their feelings. I could be wrong, but most of the elderly gay men I've known, gay married or straight married, have at one point confessed they were in love with their male (fuck) partners, and wished they could be with them. Some have outright professed they regretted their life choices. But that's another story to be told. My last words. Just don't do something that would hurt yourself.
    1 point
  25. Kissable lad asked kidnapper’s zebra T I F E R
    1 point
  26. Sharing a rental room with another guy and waking up in the middle of the night to see him stroking himself and gesturing me to give him a bj and bending over for him. 😛
    1 point
  27. i dont think why now. I personally dated a technician for a car workshop, and now dating a delivery guy for processed food company. Both no hiccup, and well. don't think about the work status / level when you love someone. Just focus on both of you. of course, attitude can be different, as they might be rough, or talk without think twice but do remember what they working as. Working environment or how they brought up created who they are. It's depends on whether you can tolerate that or not.
    1 point
  28. Intuitively, suppose a population of 100 was 100% fully vaccinated and exposed to the virus, resulting in 10 infection cases. You are technically not wrong to say 100% of the infection cases have been fully vaccinated and it sounds scary, as if the vaccine doesn't work. But actually the infection breakthrough rate is only 10% (i.e. only 10% of the vaccinated were infected). The efficacy rate against infection is 90% in this scenario. (Guest Base Rate Bias, please correct me if I understood you wrongly.)
    1 point
  29. I quite agree with all that you've written, esp when we do not know the side effects of these vaccinations that may happen in time to come. But too bad the majority do not agree with you, so are those people on top n the big pharma companies which produce these vaccines. They are all out to create more big bucks for themselves.
    1 point
  30. niccct

    Anyone awake now?

    Anyone awake now?
    1 point
  31. After my weekend swim
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  32. sgind

    Master Seeking Slave

    Seek committed slave to control for servitude kinks and ownership. Ping me pls.
    1 point
  33. Mastro

    Fuck Practice Buddy?

    Any wan a virgin ass?
    1 point
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  35. Mature dom looking for btm subs
    1 point
  36. all the name so atas .. what happened to ah seng, ahmad and muthu ..
    1 point
  37. Any virgins or inexperienced bottoms? Am here for your practice and lessons
    1 point
  38. Kampung Admiralty now? Any btm for oral or anal?
    1 point
  39. I ever get cruise young young excutives there and we decided go to chevron house top floor toilet as it is clean not much people. As we reach there he start to kneel down enjoying his lunch fresh sausage. When i explose his tight pants he wearing a micro mini g-string without futher do i kneel down pull the string side way and give him nice rimming. As I'm worry people might come in I bend him over and push my hard cock in he was in estacy enjoying it as I ride he squeeze his asshole which makes me feel want to cum. Neverless I breed and squirt in ass as he shot load after loads on the floor he told me he love the scent of my jockstrap and i suggested we exchange he agreed not just exchange undies we do exchange number for a next proper venue.
    1 point
  40. It will be nice to hold 1 and feel the boner grow. A good thin 3" or so will be perfect.
    1 point
  41. Cbt

    Cum Control Fun

    My fantasy: I'd like a smaller master to dominate me. Make me do jumping jacks till im all sweaty, then leash me like a dog. While im kneeling and presenting my balls, he crushes my balls in one hand and pleasures my sweaty nips with the other. Taunt me for my manhood being owned and humiliated. Then ruin my first cum with my cock twitching and spewing a load while balls are being squeezed mercilessly. Force me to lick the first load clean off the floor while having my head stepped on. Then crush my balls again in his small hands and stroke me till i cum another ruined load and rub that load all over my chest. Make me beg to cum again. This time im allowed to jerk off while my nips are being rubbed with semi-dried sticky cum and just as i think im allowed to cum properly my hands are forced away for my cock to spew a tiny drip of cum painfully. By this time my cock starts getting soft and im teased about being weak. Im commanded to be hard again. Im kicked in my balls till my sweaty cummy body spasms. Suddenly im semi hard again and im told to jerk off, while my master squeezes my balls while looking me in the eye with a wicked smile. With my balls in his hands I cum again, and this time nothing comes out. My cock twitches painfully in dry heaves, and he laughs and continues squeezing my balls. Im punished for cumming nothing with a kick to the balls. I crumble into a useless sweaty cummy heap, less of a man than i was at the hands of my master. Anyone?
    1 point
  42. I prefer to meet at the nearby coffee shop first, maybe easier for the person to reach. If the guy is your type you will want to quickly head back for fun. And somehow not wearing underwear for me keeps my horniness consistent. (Just don’t wear those shorts where the material easily shows your hard on)
    1 point
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